Under New Management Part 4 [ Land Claim]

When the word " decimation" is brought up in conversation. Its never a going towards the route of being a pleasant conversation. However most people assume that when its brought up it means that there has been some horrible disaster or murderous killing that has wiped out an entire place or group of people. But this is not true. Decimation is actually a rather useful tool for bringing a group in line. The word decimate, means to literally kill by the decimal factor of a number. If the factor is ten. Then you kill one in every ten people. Normally with widescale populations killing one in every ten out of say 60,000 people is still a relatively large number of deaths. Enough to line the streets. Enough to stain the roads For Jack. He was planning on using this tool to bring his demonic kin into line as far as territorial gains go. To the groups in front of him. He split them into groups of ten, and then handed each group of ten a large rock. Each group was then instructed to among themselves choose on eof their number. And bash his head in with the rock till they died. Suffice to say though, this tactic wasn't as effective on demons as it was on humans. Although it did take them longer to decide. Not to decide out of guilt and restrain about just which one of them was more useless. But rather because out of most of the groups they wanted to kill each other anyways. So, each group decided which ones they were going to kill. Jack instructed each group to have its one kill member step out. Each one did so fearfully. And just when they were expecting Jack to give the order to go ahead and bash their brains in. Jack began his magics. And killed the remaining nine in every group. It was a true slaughter. The only ones remaining. The ones who had been chosen for death under the normal rules. It was, confusing. Even the demons of fear and sloth didn't get what was going on. And Jack, charismatic as ever. Simply stepped out and pointed out that, now each of the demons who lived. now owed him their existance. And if they wanted to keep that. They would follow him. True. Less numbers. But. Increases loyalty. Increased fear of and over all less ocmpetition. It was for the most part a success, most of the survviors bowed to him, fear clear in their eyes. Some however were slightly more resistant to his plan.

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They were the stronger willed ones, less wanting to be ruled. Those who would rather be dead. So he let them join those who had condemend them in the first place. In the end he was left with nearly perhaps one fifth of the original number. Still that was better than none whatsoever. Two more areas now under his command. With that sorted out he headed back to the seat of Pride to sort out the rotas for the patrols. He was unfortunatly at the moment limited in just how much he could push out due to the lack of bodies availible to him. He would be able to cover some aways. But his resources were not infinite. Even with fear and Sloth under his thumb it would still require more from him before his resources began to get stretched. Which only meant one thing. He was going to need more resources. Which is precisely why he was letting some of these demons get away with living. As [pathetic as they were they were numerous. And although he knew he couldn't keep up the quality of asset provided by sloth and fear, but he would at least have some of the number to bolster things. Besies. Rulers usually kept their best soldiers in limited numbers closer to the captial. Or in this case the seat of their power. And thats precisely what he'd do. Of course. Training the others for combat would be a neccisary investment. Who knew. Perhaps there would be some diamond in the rough out there. He made his way into the seat, and there waiting for him was the leaders of Sloth and Fear. Gerran and Jowan. The two mates of seperate clans. Walking through the centre of the two he turned and sat on his chair. " I require more bodies further out. More land has been taken today. There will be markers indicating the points of patrol". Gerran gritted her teeth. " What kind of markers". Jowan looked at her as if she was acting stupidly. " Markers Gerran....markers...". Of course, when the word markers was said around Jack there was only one thing he could ever mean. A mark on a place of such gruesome horror that it could not possibly be missed.Regardless if the spotter was Oni or something else. They seemed to share that one thing with their former human selves. An attachement to the grutesque. If one human was to see a horrible accident then they wouldn't be able to do anything else but stop and stare, not so they could help but merely so that they could actually witness it. " You are a sick bastard you know that". The leader of Pride just smirked. It was true. but at the same time he didn't think she understood the secondary nature of the markers either. Although by the look on Jowans face, clearly the smarter of the two partners. He did." Very well Jack. We'll make sure that they do get out there, but what about things with the Glutton? how is this supposed to help with us destroying that monster?". Jack merely leaned back in the chair and let out a light chuckle.

" All things in good time Jonah. All things in good time. With more land under our control we will be able to gauge the movments of the glutton far more easily...so as you can see...this works to our advantage".

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Land grabbed!