In another world as my waifu #2: DDD GIFT

Chapter 50: The Observer. The Weeb. The Invitation.

Many years ago, between the change of time periods known as "Ancient Age" and "Legendary Age", a kingdom stood firm as the first line of defense against the hordes of monsters that the Evil God used in its attempts to breach the safe haven that were the territories past it and reap more suffering from the people of Arte.

This Kingdom was known for its strength, even more so, it had the faith of the legendary Knights that served directly under the Goddess in such war. Those with a will that would always burn bright. For they were in the frontlines fighting against the Emissaries in different parts of the world. It was also known for their steadfast walls and barriers, making it also known as the Fortress Kingdom, worthy of being the Gatekeeper that protected the lands that had become holy refuges in this war.

And yet...they fell...

For the Evil God had grown tired of seeing them commit the sin of successful resistance.

So much so, they sent one of its strongest Emissaries to spread their unholy creed to the sinners.

Indeed, no matter how well built were their walls, or how steadfast were their magical barriers, they all fell the same before the Emissary of Blood and Wrath accompanied by its armies.

But that was not all.

Not at all.

For they had also committed another grave sin.

They had taken the Evil God's attention from their battle with the Goddess.

Even if it had been for only a second, no, just for what could barely amount as an instant, they had done it.

And so, the Evil God had marked them for a punishment worse than death.

One would wonder what fate could be worse than a death brought by monsters, in which a slow suffering was to be expected.

What could the Evil God consider as worse than that?

Oh, what a foolish question baked in the mind of a mortal, for the Evil God considered that to be a mercy at that moment.

That is why it chose that Emissary.

That is why it chose those Words.

Because that Kingdom dared to still stand while the battle was in the climax.

Because that Kingdom dared to give hope to those the Goddess had transported out of their fated suffering and destruction.

Because they dared to still be there while some of its Emissaries had already fallen or had been silenced.

So, the Evil God decided their punishment.

To be messengers.

And so, the Emissary of Blood and Wrath started its bloody service...its wrathful mass.

It brought death to make them engage in the ritual.

It brought pain to make them accept the prayers.

It brought suffering to blind them.

All in a Baptism of blood and a Communion of flesh.

For they were doomed to become the Evil God's message itself.

"Thou shall not trust in the folly that is to hope, to resist. For that shall only engender flesh turned despair."

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"I...*clik*...shouldn't have skipped...*clik*...breakfast... It looks delicious..."

They said as they looked at the soup-like dish that was full of vegetables, meat and noodles.