Daily Short: Matt 06

3rd Y.A.M., 1rst Month of the Dark Arrival.

Matt left a shadow to watch Jennifer’s struggles. She fought against the harpies that infested the Titan’s body like lice. They were the first line of defense against invading organisms. Screeches mixed with screams as Jennifer’s mastery of Blood tore through the innate mana shielding of the flock. Dehydrated corpses fell like raindrops, causing a feeding frenzy in the chilled waters below.

Jennifer had used the novel method of magnetizing her blood to stick to the Titan’s left calve with minimal effort. It was a unique method of limiting her expenditure of mana. The offense employed was a rather bland method of Harvest. Utilizing the difference in pressure created by her powers, she could pop harpies like soap bubbles. The dead harpies' blood accumulated, forming a giant orb that she used as a primary focus.

Indeed a study in slaughter worthy of his teachings.

The shadow will make sure she doesn’t die. Matt thought, moving his attention to more important matters. The introduction of Earth will cause ripples in the power structure of this world.

Humans were one of the most malleable Racial structures. One didn’t have to look further than Matt Smith to see how far that power alone could take a person. The same didn't apply to humanity, where genetics might limit other races.

Human men and women were well known as one of the best breeding stocks among the upper races. Proper use of mana would allow a race that mated with humans to remove significant defects—vampires that could walk in the sun, dhampir. Werewolves could shift on command regardless of the moon’s light. The list was endless and incredible. To that end, Human Empires desired racial purity above almost anything.

It was a mercenary decision that allowed Human Empires to expand their power. Earth’s population he’d transported here would be incredibly valuable to any Emperor. Matt couldn't allow them to be enslaved, as that would set a dangerous precedent. He didn’t want any accident to happen to his parents. To that end, the solution was easy.

Matt shifted through reality and rippled into existence, sitting in the throne room of his primary Church on the planet.

Kneeling before the throne was Jonah Dark, High Priest of the Darkness in this world. Behind him were a bevy of well-trained female priestesses who attended to every need the High Priest might have.

To prevent Sloth in his High Priest, they were required to singlehandedly straightforward a dungeon equal to their Tier each year. It weeded out those who thought sheltering under his umbrella had no cost. Slackers were not welcome within Matt’s domain. He’d been raised on the principle that if you didn’t work, you didn’t eat. That principle was extended to those under his rule by Dark Fiat.

“I’ve removed the entire population of my home world to here,” Matt said without preamble. He watched Jonah’s face, impressed that the High Priest’s only reaction was a slight widening of his downcast eyes.

“You will take over introducing the population to the System of Darkness. If there are any issues, I will be forced to resolve them personally. I want the most motivated of Earth to reach your level within the year.” Matt said as the High Priest’s breathing hitched.

“That will be almost impossible, Master, unless I don’t coddle anyone.” Jonah finally said with despair crossing his downturned face. It was a genuinely crushing weight of responsibility, but Matt wasn’t going to fault his High Priest for speaking out.

“To make an omelet, one must crack eggs. As long as ten percent of the population remains, the rest are acceptable losses. Those who do not wish to gain power are not welcome in my domain. Sell them off if that is what is required.” Matt said with finality.

“It will be as the Darkness commands,” Jonah said before rising to his feet.