The Scumbags Guide to Enslaving Demon's

The three successor marks broke the crater open into three roads.

Austin Veyron stood on one of them. Calder stood on another. Sable stood on the third.

Across the black Feast ground, the white witness line stretched thin between them.

The Hunger Emperor spoke from the sky.

’EACH SUCCESSOR WILL PROVE WHAT THEY VALUE.’

Austin Veyron’s road opened first.

He saw Grand Meridian under attack from every side. The Freehold gates had fallen. The common ledger was gone. Behind him, every person who had chosen a route waited, frightened and helpless.

In his hand, a black crown rested.

’TAKE CONTROL. NO ONE WILL DISOBEY. NO ONE WILL BE LOST.’

The offer was not a lie about its power. With the crown, Austin Veyron could force every route to obey. He could make the gates hold. He could preserve lives by removing the possibility of refusal.

He saw Elena alive behind the desk. Marcus alive beside the routes. Lia and Mara safe in a locked room.

Safe because they belonged to him.

Austin Veyron closed his fingers around the crown.

Then he crushed it.

The vision shattered.

”I do not want people alive at the price of making them mine,” he said.

Across the crater, Calder’s road showed him a different future. He stood before a crowd of wounded strangers while the black throne offered one command: take the source and burn himself away to shield them all.

Calder reached for it.

Then he heard Austin Veyron’s voice through the witness line.

”I witness you.”

Calder stopped.

He looked at the strangers. They were not asking him to die for them. The Emperor had written that need into their faces.

”I refuse to turn myself into a weapon you own,” Calder said.

His road broke apart.

Sable’s trial was quieter.

She stood in the village where she had accepted the Emperor’s source long ago. The people who had once been afraid to leave her waited in warm houses. The black crown promised she could keep them there forever, protected by a hunger that would never let them walk away.

A child reached for Sable’s hand.

”Please do not leave me,” the illusion said.

Sable knelt.

”I might leave,” she said. ”You might leave. That is not abandonment.”

She let the child’s hand go.

The village vanished.

All three roads collapsed at once.

Austin Veyron, Calder, and Sable returned to the central crater, their successor marks cracked but still present. The Hunger Emperor had not been denied. It had learned what each of them feared becoming.

Then the sky-hand of hunger reached beyond the Feast ground.

A white witness line connected to the outer settlement went black.

Everyone felt it.

The Emperor had consumed the route.

’REFUSAL HAS A COST’, it said.

At the edge of the crater, one of the settlement runners fell as her route signature vanished from the ledger.

The three successors stood together beneath the black sky.

The first trial was over.

The real war had just become personal.

The settlement runner did not die when her route signature vanished. She collapsed into the crater mud, coughing black ash while the white line that had connected her to the portable ledger broke into floating fragments.

Austin Veyron reached her first.

”What was the route?” he asked.

”The eastern shelter,” she said. ”The Emperor took it. People were still choosing evacuation.”

Nahlia’s voice cracked through the relay. ”The route is not gone. It has been folded into the Feast field. The witnesses are trapped inside the Emperor’s network.”

The Hunger Emperor had not killed them to prove a point. It had moved them onto the board.

Sable stared at the black mark spreading across the runner’s wrist. ”That is how he makes refusal hurt. He takes the people you refused to own and turns them into reasons to surrender.”

Calder’s contestant mark flared. ”Then we pull the route back.”

The Emperor laughed.

’ONE SUCCESSOR MAY CLAIM THE LOST WITNESSES. THE OTHER TWO WILL LOSE THEIR MARKS.’

A black bridge formed across the crater, leading to a cage of white route fragments suspended above the hunger field.

Austin Veyron knew the trap. Whoever claimed the witnesses would be forced to sit in the throne’s authority. The other two would lose their power, leaving the Emperor to choose a successor without opposition.

”We do not pick one of us,” Austin Veyron said.

”There are only three marks,” Vharra warned. ”The ritual will force a decision.”

Lia and Mara stepped between the three candidates. ”Then it needs another answer,” Lia said.

The portable ledger root brightened as every surviving witness renewed their signature from wherever they stood. The lines reached from Grand Meridian, the border settlements, the hospital, and the expedition’s own scribes.

The black bridge trembled.

The Emperor had designed its Feast around three individual successors.

It had not prepared for hundreds of people choosing to witness each other at once.

Austin Veyron, Calder, and Sable took positions around the white route fragments. They did not claim the trapped witnesses. They opened a path for the witnesses to reclaim their own routes.

The cage cracked.

The lost eastern shelter line returned to the common ledger in a burst of white light.

The runner’s wrist cleared.

The Emperor’s sky-hand closed into a fist.

’UNAUTHORIZED ROUTE FORMATION.’

The next trial began with the Feast ground itself turning against the witnesses.

The crater floor split into hundreds of narrow channels. Black hunger rose through each one, racing for the white route fragments before the reclaimed witnesses could stabilize them. The Emperor was no longer offering a throne. It was trying to exhaust every person who had chosen the harder path.

Veyra rallied the fighters along the outer channels. Rin moved between the white lines, cutting the black roots that reached for the children. Maelis and Sarielle built firebreaks without blocking the evacuation routes. Calder took the eastern shelter line with the runner, helping her reconnect it to the portable root instead of claiming it for himself.

Austin Veyron moved through the center of the crater, destroying command knots as they appeared. Each one offered a fraction of the Emperor’s power. Each one whispered that he could end the chaos if he took enough authority.

He devoured only the commands.

The hunger field fought him like an ocean. It raised a wall around the witness cage and filled it with every person Austin Veyron had failed to save in earlier fights. Veyra’s old wardens. The hospital patients. The civilians caught under Malrec’s chains.

”You could have kept them,” the field said.

Austin Veyron looked at the figures. ”Maybe. But they would not have been theirs.”

He broke the wall with the white route chain.

The white fragments joined again across the crater. Thousands of present-choice signatures traveled through them. The witnesses did not become a weapon. They became a network too wide for the Emperor to seat in one throne.

The black channels collapsed.

For the first time, a crack opened across the sky-hand of hunger.

Sable saw it. ”The Emperor is not invincible here,” she said. ”It is feeding from the ritual. Break the ritual, and it has to fight us without the roads.”

The success lasted only a second.

Then the Emperor pulled every black root in the crater toward the central throne and formed a new crown above it.

’FINAL SUCCESSION PHASE PREPARED.’

The first hundred witnesses had survived.

Now the Feast wanted a final answer from the three successors.