Overpowered Wizard

At the bottommost layer of the Grimrock Hell Gate, massive red and orange streaks covered every surface of an immense cavern. Thick sulfuric clouds blanketed the craggy floor. And at the far end, near a dark temple, a portal a mile tall and two miles wide glowed with a fiery light while emitting sounds like a roaring lava fall.

The portal kept pouring out infernal forces bent on having a Hell Break, a cataclysmic world event. Only then could devils and demons go out to slaughter and pillage their way across the Walled Continent – a major landmass of Corma, the World of Castles and Caverns.

Hundreds of thousands to millions of imps led the way, with hell magic coursing around their claws and weapons.

With enough nefarious deeds and levels, they could one day go from being lesser devils to higher devils, growing their evil alignment and hellish abilities. The promise of future power spurned them onward with sinful zeal.

At their sides, hellish demonic beasts of all sorts, from three-headed wolves to tainted boars the size of buildings, trudged along. Each bestial demon slavered for a chance at consuming the flesh of the innocent and evolving into greater demonic forms of the most nightmarish caliber.

No matter if they were intelligent and organized or primal and bestial, every devil and demon lusted for bloodshed, especially of the human variety, which the Walled Continent had plenty of.

They only needed to make the Hell Break official under the parameters of the Star System, the highest ruling power of the Infinita Universe.

However, there were a few complications in the way for the devils and demons.

The Floridians were here to meet them.

Worse yet, the Floridians had a Dreadnought Hell Gator, one of the greatest demons from the deepest layers of Hidden Hell. And none of the imps, hell wolves, hell boars, and whatnot could compare.

The mile-long predator of the deepest depths stomped its six feet, snapped its massive armored-plated jaws, and swung its thick muscular tail through tens of thousands and plenty more. Even when the imps and demonic beasts cried for mercy, all they found was merciless eradication and wrathful hunger at the jaws of a great predator.

The Dreadnought Hell Gator served one master, and none of these lesser devils and demons matched up to him.

Instead, the hellish invaders became mere fodder for churning through. The hell gator abused its size and weight in front of the portal and farmed kills en masse.

Most of the infernal creatures were weak. And being in a Hell Gate reduced experience gains heavily.

But the amount of defeated creatures falling to the massive gator creature was going to net Zarian something major for his rewards.

He didn’t care about that right now.

All the hell gator action was happening behind him as he stood at the top of a ziggurat temple. The Grimrock Warlock and five other strong, devilish foes faced him.

More importantly, Foodie was finally within reach.

And on another vital note, Zarian was angry.

His heart hammered in his chest. His body felt amped under the ash fall and steaming haze.

The anger encouraged his monstrous hunger, both parasitic and cosmic.

However, he didn’t show his anger and hunger on the outside. Not while in front of Foodie. His anger and hunger weren’t hers to bear witness to.

The little goblin cook had suffered much while waiting for him to fulfill his promise.

But what he felt from his anger was real. It scorched him from the inside out. It wanted to come out and consume Foodie’s mother. Consume Jack. Consume the forces of Hidden Hell. And consume himself for taking so long to get here.

You’re here now. Whether or not you felt the journey took too long, you are not too late, and that matters most, Para spoke via their shared mind. I can tell by the way she looks at you that you are achieving your promise. Now let us deliver all the way through.

Listening to his closest companion, Zarian took a deep breath, his powerful lungs and high vitality filtering through all the noxious fumes in the air.

He used his high supernatural senses and examined six major enemies in his way of freeing Foodie. They spread about the spacious temple, the dark stone sturdy under their boots, claws, and heels.

Despite his anger, Zarian kept a cocky, sharp-tooth smile on his dark face, which looked even darker while shaded under the wide brim of his crooked wizard hat.

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He spoke as if he was addressing friends. “Hello! You all probably already know who I am. So there’s no point in wasting time. I’m going to free that precious young girl there.”

He pointed at the little goblin chained up to the thick wooden post before he continued. “And I’m going to deal with the rest of you like the pest you are.”

“Pests?” The one Zarian assumed to be the Grimrock Warlock laughed mockingly at him.

She was decently tall for a goblin, pushing up to six feet, with wrinkles on her face and skin darkened by corruption. She wore a purple and silver dress that didn’t fit her bony frame quite right. And she was balding.

She’s insecure about her age, remember? Para reminded him, the strands of her battle kilt form flapping from around his waist and legs. From the same material, she grew extra arms that held onto four grimoires, each differing vastly from the others. Poke at her fragile insecurity and watch the facade she built for herself crumble.

Zarian’s smile grew sharper. “Did I stutter? I know some of you are hard of hearing with your old age, but you should learn to listen harder when young people are speaking.”

The Grimrock Warlock stopped laughing.

She squinted her yellow eyes, her gaze cutting from one royal devil to the other. “His darkness is sealed. I can tell based on the cuffs on his wrists. Whatever you do, don’t give him a chance to unseal himself. Am I clear, my lords and ladies?”

“I will carve him open and take his darkness for myself,” said a tall and armored devil with a massive black sword and an open faced helmet. “Imagine what I can shape it into once I bring it to my ancestral forge. I, Lord Darth, will make a weapon out of the darkness and split in half the Star System!”

“No, no, I must eat him. I must chew the marrow free from his bones. I must suckle on every strip of flesh and drown myself in his blood, drinking it like the sweetest of wine. His darkness will be the most delightful of desserts!” roared a fat, sloppy devil that looked like a walking belly with a tiny head and short, stumpy limbs. “It is I, Lord Glutnar, who will consume the Dark Lord!”

A female devil adorned in a gown made of countless black gems ate up Zarian’s form with a lecherous gaze. Her full lips spread open to reveal sharpened teeth as she batted her long eyelashes at him.

“Let’s hasten things, shall we?” she said. “It will be improper not to have a full round of introductions before everyone pounces upon you, oh Dark Lord.”

“Sure, give yourselves names. Some people might prefer that, when the exterminations are more personal. I don’t really care,” Zarian said. “But since you’re so excited to talk about yourselves, I will do my best to pretend I am paying attention.”

The female devil snorted. “I’m Lady Valkariss, and the remaining two are Lord Bastal, the furry one, and Lord Tarx, the draconic one.”

“The Ascended Heavens will fall to me once I take your darkness,” said the bestial Bastal, who prowled around like a chimera-fusion of many predators.

“I will replace The Dragon. No. I will be greater than The Dragon!” said the draconic Tarx, who reminded Zarian of an upright gecko, but one armed with a heavy glaive while dressed in thick high-quality robes, enchanted jewels, and golden chainmail.

“Done yet?” Zarian stood firmly, with both hands down at his sides.

He kept smiling as the bestial Bastal and the draconic Tarx moved behind him. The armored Darth and the fat Glutnar edged closer to his front. The wicked warlock waited in the far back, and the yappy Valkariss held her position in the mid range.

Foodie was in the middle of the tightening circle, but she kept looking at Zarian as if he was the messiah. He would loathe to prove her wrong.

Valkariss yapped on. “If you’re well-studied enough, you would know that the five of us are Royal Devil Lords of Hidden Hell. Even with us regressed to mere Level 100 Master Rankers, we are true gods. We have existed far too long to cower at the likes of you.”

Zarian nodded. “Ah. Ah. I see. I see. I’m totally listening to you with all my focus and not setting up a trap for you while shuffling to a badass song in my head, that may or may not be heavy rock or rap.”

The hell gator kept rampaging in the background. The devils kept tightening their formation around Zarian. And the yappy Valkariss kept talking.

“We know your power is not yours to control. We know the Darkrun Apocalypse was a fluke, and we know you are merely a child who has no real appreciation for power, especially that which is earned through time and wisdom. It is better if I have it. Give yourself to me, and I will keep you alive and make you a comfortable pet.”

One problem among many when encountering Hell Gates and the forces of Hidden Hell was how information would or wouldn’t get passed along.

Zarian couldn’t use his Identify trait here. Even his wondrous and mystical senses had gotten dulled by the unfair magic of hell.

The same couldn’t be said for the denizens of Hidden Hell, especially the godly royal devils.

Evil was cunning and intelligent, and no place exemplified that more than Hidden Hell.

So yes, they would already have a decent read on him by whatever means. They would have excellent game plans to take him on, too.

Worse yet, fighting them was the equivalent of fighting five arch cherubs of the good alignment. Imagine fighting five Metatrons. At once.

If any of them succeeded in bringing him down, there was a real threat that eating him would let them take Overwhelming Darkness for themselves. That was something evil aligned creatures of the higher ranks could do in the Infinita Star System, which Evil God Sinfeast had attempted against Zarian back in the Chimera Tyrant Lair.

However, the Madness Wizard showed the royal devils and wicked warlock why he owned a vial of tears from Sinfeast. He flipped gravity for all of them before the royal devils could pounce.

The whole time that the devils had talked, prepared their devilish plans in secret, and formed up around Zarian, the spectral spiders worked diligently out of sight. They’d been laying their arcane webbing into runic arrays around the base of the ziggurat temple the whole time.

Once they’d finished, the spiders waved their little wizard hats in dance. They’d used the piecemeal power of the unfinished gravity spell and thrown the entire temple up at the cavern ceiling.

Zarian and Para got to work from there with scant time to spare before the inevitable crash.

Pushing around the noxious air and temple floor using Aura Mastery, Zarian sent himself flying straight at the armored Darth, his first target.

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