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You then point a finger at the Fairy, using a miniscule amount of your magical power to create a cloth gag to shut her up with until you're ready to talk to her again. You direct you attention to the sole surviving member of what used to be the King's Guard, addressing him.
"Rise, my newest servant. Tell me, what is your name?" You ask him, mostly out of entertainment due to how amusing his quivering form is. He shakily climbs to his feet, and shoots off a stiff gesture you're unfamiliar with - you assume it to be some form of salute, however.
"P-Private Red, sir!" Your servant replies, to which you nod and fold your free arm behind your back. You're starting to get tired of carrying this fairy around everywhere...
"Lead me to the throne, Red. I have business to conduct." You command.
"Sir yes sir!" He says, slowly getting more of his spine back from the looks of it. He turns on a dime, and begins to lead you deeper into the castle. Your journey forward was not one without further opposition, but everything they brought to bear against you was so miniscule that it's hardly even worth remembering, let alone mentioning. Once you arrived at the throne room, you found yourself face to face with the previous king, whose features you don't even bother memorizing - he isn't even to be a footnote in the history of this world, as far as you're concerned. You discorporated him quite easily by throwing him through the nearest window and tossing a simple energy ball after him, giving yourself a nice fireworks show if nothing else.
You take a glance at the throne, shaking your head and tsking your tongue a few times. "This won't do at all...it needs an upgrade." You say, pointing your index and pinky fingers at the throne and unleashing a burst of magic power at it. The throne is transmuted into something far larger, adorned with spikes and flowing in an organic shape that you find intrinsically pleasing. The design reminds you greatly of your home back on Yunzabit heights which creates a pang of loneliness in your heart, but you feel nothing towards it beyond aesthetic appreciation.
You take a seat upon your new throne, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as you do so. "Tell me, Red...what makes a King a King?" You ask, rhetorically. You already know the answer, of course.
"Er...land ownership?" He suggests, incorrectly.
"Subjects." You growl out, causing him to jump. Your smile soon returns to you, though, as you raise your hand up. You begin to concentrate your energy in a fashion not too dissimilar to when your fused self created YOU, and from your gargantuan flesh begins to manifest offshoots of your own malevolence. Imbued with enough energy to make each of them more than a match for any human, you birth over a dozen sons. The family you always yearned for.
