Chapter 2: Tribes

  Demiurge walked down the hallway. His mind was fluttering with ideas on the pn. Said pn hinged on multiple different things, such as the human now known a Valencia. It also relied upon the trust of the demi-humans that lived in the region.

  Yet, then again, all the pns relied upon trust of different parties. So, in the grand scheme, it was fine. His master’s pn was fwless. He just had to execute it correctly. Cocytus was leading the armed forces of demons in truth. His master, Momonga, had mentioned that he needed experience in such things, and demiurge agreed.

  His tail swished back and forth. Lightly sweeping stray particles from his suit and tie, he straightened his tie. The hallway was bright and clean. The accomplishment of such a feat belonging to écir ékir ékre.

  Speaking of, the Birdman was just in front of him. écir ékir ékre, or just écir, was opening the door to the office space of the overlord of the tomb. The rockhopper penguin looked up, slightly surprised at the appearance of the demon.

  Demiurge smiled at the little birdman, his thoughts drifting to the supreme being that created him. The birdman was based upon a rockhopper penguin, his bowtie notwithstanding. He opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as polite, yet boisterous as ever.

  “Ah, Demiurge, it is rather pleasant to see you again!” he greeted, his flippers waving a greeting.

  “Likewise, écir, likewise,” Demiurge said, his tone chipper, “Tell me, my friend, is albedo in?” he asked.

  “No, I am afraid not,” he shook his head, sighing slightly, “Though it allows me to prepare! Yes, Prepare for my accension as leader of the tomb!” he yelled out, his manservants coming out of the room behind him and saluting as well.

  “Oh, and pray tell how will you do this?” Demiurge asked with a wholesome smile on his wicked face.

  écir grew a smirk upon his beaky face and hummed in false contemption. The Rockhopper penguin smiled for real, and drew his flip-out comb from his inventory. With a spin, he brought it to his feather head and combed the sides of his head.

  The feathers twirled as he stood up straight with a bellow. His voice loud and proud. His creator would be happy.

  “By cleaning, of course!” he shouted out, “Why, I have cleaned this entire floor. By the end of the day, the floor will be even cleaner! Clean, what else is there? No one can clean so thoroughly as me. When I scrub the toilets, you can lick the bowl!”

  “Marvelous!” shouted out demiurge, the smile on his face was one of genuine joy, not fake; for he loved the whole of the tomb just as any other citizen would as well, “Though, I still ask, do you know where she is? Albedo, that is?” he asked.

  “Oh, she as Lady Momonga are in the overlord’s room. I don’t know what they’re doing in there, but they told me not to let anyone else inside the room until they said otherwise.”

  “Oh,” Demiurge said, his face going bnk, “do you know when that’ll be?”

  “No idea,” écir responded.

  …

  After about an hour, Albedo and Momonga were done with their writing session. What did you think they were doing, each other? No, that would be inappropriate, very much so.

  They had been writing more pages and chapters in the holy scripture that Momonga was revising. She had just remembered that the NPCs could probably remember the interactions between the different guildmates. So, she had Albedo gather what everyone that was in the tomb at the time’s memories, and they wrote them down in the script. Now, Demiurge wasn’t there that day, so he missed it by pure chance.

  As The demon looked at the two of them, he wondered to himself why they weren’t sweaty from any exertion. He, of course, had assumed that they had engaged in coitus. This was wrong, as far as he could see.

  “My Lady, I have brought the report of the pns and actions regarding the lizardmen,” he said as he pced the documents down onto the table.

  Momonga looked at them. She had no idea what was going on in them at all, in all honesty. Demiurge pced too many details in everything he did. He other thought a lot of things as well.

  She looked at the other name next to Demiurge’s, Cocytus. The Vermin Lord didn’t think things through enough, in all honesty. She hoped that the two of them actually worked together on this project. Then, they would rub off on each other.

  “How is the pn going, in your personal opinion,” Momonga asked with a professional look upon her face, the emotions under the surface concealed.

  “I think it is going quite well, all things considered. The pn has been reyed to Valencia, and she has done her utmost to carry it through. Cocytus has made pns regarding the demon army as well. In all honesty, it is going splendidly,” he said honestly, with a swish of his tail.

  “Well, good job then, demiurge,” Momonga said with a small smile, “Here, have a lollipop,” she said while pulling a lollipop from her inventory.

  She handed it to him, and he took it pinly with the most casually shocked expression on his face ever. Albedo looked on, jealous of the praise. Momonga didn’t really notice this, having done so out of reflex after dealing with Aura and Mare for so long.

  …

  “So, we have 7 days left?” The chief asked, “How do you figure?”

  “Jaldabaoth only attacks after he has built up the baseline preparation, then he watches from afar how the foe prepares, and then prepares for their preparations. It’s actually really smart,” Valencia said, her voice humorous.

  The two of them were looking out over the others. Who themselves were prepping for the battle to come. Their whole pn was reliant on the actions of others outside of the tribe, and the weapons of the goddess of death. He didn’t really know what to make of it all.

  The lizardman chief simply sighed. He had gotten the weapons he needed, making this easy for him. Well, it’s slightly easier. From what Valencia had told him; the number of lesser demons that would be sent after his people was staggering. About 10,000; he didn’t even know if there were that many lizardmen in the swamps.

  “Well, we my uncomforted mind doesn’t really matter right now” He said while looking at the vilgers that couldn’t fight prepping for evacuation, “what matters right now is our survival, and I want to survive. So, let’s does this thing.”

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