Memoirs Of Demon Lord - Chapter 3 The Lament Of Ehtuhc Ii

Dear Diary

Great NEWS!!!

It has been a fortnight since anyone in Ukrah Kingdom has seen or heard from the Hero and the Princess. Solicitors, adventurers, even well known merchants are turned back by the gate guards with no word on their condition.

Rumors are abound that the Hero is suffering from wasting sickness, and that the princess is so grief-stricken by the situation she has locked herself in her tower researching for a way to lift the sickness that has befalling the oh-mighty-summoned Hero.

These are indeed most heinous and dark time for Humanity.

What joke! Oh what fun, oh what delicious game of advertisement! Hahahaha, of course the truth is….the Hero happen to get something called a gonorrhea which can caused infertility, and of course a bit of itching and burning down the crotch area. If it WERE A NORMAL gonorrhea, they can treat it well with healing magic. The one thing you can always count on a human when they are put on a pedestal by other human is their endless lust and greed. Thus counting on the Hero’s arrogance and lust, it was easy to entice him to intercourse with a succubus assassin.

BAHAHahahhaha! To be honest, I didn’t even think the plan was going to work. The hero fell in hard for my succubus and bang my assassin day and night, unknowningly infected himself with a more virulent form of gonorrhea that empower by dark demonic magic. Now, the foolish hero who have been making me wait will have to venture to my domain to give me my vacation….ahem….seal me away to ensure the peace of the world or have his stuff in eternal pain.

Let me tell you how this is going to be, for the first week, the infectee will experience pain of itchiness and burning sensation of the crotch. Then suppose the infectee goes about of putting healing magic on this ‘problem’ they’ll receive a nice surprise of sudden onset of fever fatigue, muscle pain, headache and sore throat. Attempt to cure these of course, will result in pus of blood appearing on the victim crotch and private part. Left alone, the sympton will nonetheless appear after two weeks and continue to worsen. Intercourse will be painful, as if the infectee privated are being press against an sheet of needles, peeing or ejaculating will be even more extremely unbearable to the point that they’ll be afraid of doing it. It should feel like having salt on open wound then dipped in an acid bath. Now the best part, overtime of course, the crotch area will started to rot, skin will blister and falling off, revealing the fleshy muscle. Healing will solve that problem but they will be bombard with intense pain that will increase the more it’s being heal while leaving the affected area to rot will deliver a pleasurable sensation.

Talk about the cure being worse than the sickness. Hahahahaha.

I think the hero are going to have so much fun that he’ll have no choice but try and seal me to undo his curse. I think I’m going to have my assassin reveal her identity and the solution to the hero pain after maybe two or three weeks of suffering for the hero of course.

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Dear Diary

It’s been three weeks since the Hero has gotten infected, and somehow he manage to infect nearly half the Kingdom’s men, probably because of the women he slept with that infected the men….strangely, my infectious curse disease did not harm any of the women or children under the age of fifteen, it is a strange occurance.

Still…..with so many victim, and of course the revelation of my assassin, the Hero has set off on the journey to seal me….Oh yeah, I can feel the vaction coming up!

In order to bait the hero, I had my assassin given the Hero a sort of an temporary antidote for his ‘problem’ and certainly it did give him a nice reason to visit me. Ooooh, I got a grand welcoming ceremony for this useless hero. I even got really nice speech prepared for that occasion too. The King, the Nobles, the General, and the even the soldiers are infected with my disease and Oh Man….it was such a good sight with my Spying Eyeballs.

I think I might have outdone myself in the past two hundred years. No where near my friend, Ujuktamak of course, the one that got a suicide squad go after him. Uggh….I do wish they made a suicide squad just for me, that’ll be something ain’t it?

In the meantime, I think I’m going to go for a swim in the lava lake….my back’s sore from all the damn sitting lording the mongrel of minions I got. Pathetic excuse of demon they are. Honestly I rather have more stronger demons, but considering the type of Hero I gotta deal with, weakling would made for a much better bait.

Once the hero ‘seal’ me, I got a big nice surprise for him. I manage to get my hand on a few thousand of Grenpyre barrels from one of the Dwarven armory my army raided a few days ago. Now these Grenpyre is a flammable liquid which is created and controlled by the Dwarven Alchemists, mad little bastard they are. I guess it’s because they’re so damn short. Grenpyre is a highly volatile material; when ignited, it can explode with tremendous force and the resulting fire burns so hot that water cannot extinguish it. Only by smothering the flames with large quantities of sand can they be put out.

Grenpyre is identifiable by the distinctive purple hue of its flames and a bright purple color in its liquid state. Some refer to it as “Hell Aluure”, while in the lowest of thugs and lowlife it is derisively referred to as “God’s piss”. As it ages, the Grenpyre becomes even more potent. Single bottle after five years property kept in a cool space to age, the size of a man’s hand would be enough to blow up an entire castle. Damn….I got me over a thousand barrels of the stuff, some been ages for over twenty years. TWENTY FREAKING LONG YEARS! CAN YOU IMAGINE THE EXPLOSION!! IT’LL WIPE OUT HALF THE CONTINENT!!!

Gotta give Gren Waynest the credit though, if that stubby short Dwarven bastard didn’t get dumped by his wife to an elf, we would never have Grenpyre.