Ophuthis: Unfaltering Fidelity

Chapter 30: The End of an Era

  Once upon a time there were twelve Devil Masters that held the world and knelt before the Demigod. Ophuthis created this powerful legion during his quest for worldly subjugation, a plan of racial submissiveness.

His Devil Masters were not summoned nor from other dimensions, they were simply Human turned to Demonoids. Ophuthis picked not the most powerful, but the group who swore unfaltering fidelity unto him. He picked those who understood his ideals. He picked those who understood his vision. He picked those who understood his selfless ambitions.

The twelve Devil Masters was not forced to submit, not brainwashed, their loyalty to him was also not fake nor all lies. They were the truest loyalty one could ever wish to a subordinate.

As a gift for their devotion, they were gifted a drop of blood from Ophuthis. They grew and became powerful with such little amount of time. It is not true to say that they became this potent solely because of Ophuthis' divine blood, but it is also not true to say that they will grow this powerful, without Ophuthis.

They became direct subordinates to Ophuthis and had served him for many years, and more years to come. But no matter how strong a fealty is to the supreme, it can never erase or change the past. It is time that you need to be wary of, since it is on that matter that in some time, one of the Subordinate of the Supreme, will turn against it.

That time, came to Visique during the peak of the Dark Father's conquest. A Devil Master broke her self-proclaimed promise of unfaltering fidelity. She betrayed the kindness and mercy she was given. Ultimately abandoning the unpaid debt and left her creator.

She made the biggest sin one could make. But the kindness of Ophuthis overflowed more than anger. To him, the Devil Masters are like his children. Children he never saw grow up. Children he never had.

Instead of being executed, she was punished the most lightest possible, at least, relative to the transgression she committed. She was exiled. Exiled and promised to never show her face to East GaCotta ever again.

Happy to be left alive, she strode away from the miserable island and established herself as one of the most powerful saviors of this world. Knowing her Herculean stead may be in vain if this savior were to reveal her true identity, she admitted falsity. She, who already bears the mountain of dissimulation and mendacity, deceived men once more.

In a way, Mythrall, despite being a Devil Master wearing a Human mask, is still as egotistical and insensitive as they come.

Truth be told, before Crimia, Mythrall was Ophuthis' trump card, and his indubitable favorite. He brings her everywhere they go, if his safety is seen in danger.

Even if Mythrall was not the brightest, Ophuthis did not let that hinder his decision to appoint her to management tasks. It is his way of telling her that he exhibits trust unto her.

But as mentioned, that unwavering care for Mythrall was brought to mud and dirt when she proved herself traitorous to the one that transcends above all. The longer she stayed, the more she knew of how truly iniquitous Ophuthis was.

Mere minutes prior, they were surrounded by an endless sea of Orcs, but the white army's sudden arrival, ordered all Demihumans in the area to halt the incoming army, leaving just Cinadi and the Devil Master in the middle of this massive empty field.
Orroite raised her axe mighty high, preparing to behead the direful and dreadful that is Cinadi Alvech, better known in Visique castle, as Mythrall. An excellent fighter and a woman who lives as a sword.

She sat while in the rain, awaiting her inexorable demise, with eyes closed and lived with no regret. Her accepting the end was distasteful. To think that this is what the Grandmaster of the Holy order is, is just shameful.