He was a sword that was wielded by his master, that cut obediently when swung. What should he do if they were abandoned by the sole remaining Supreme Being?Ĭocytus considered himself to be a sword. What Cocytus feared was disappointing his master. He had already prepared himself to be slain or ordered to commit suicide in order to erase the stain of his dishonor. His steps grew heavier, to the point where onlookers might think he had been hit by some kind of spell.Ĭocytus did not mind if his master reprimanded him. Soon, he saw the room before the Throne Room - the Lesser Key of Solomon (Lemegeton). Even if his master had considered the possibility of failure, it would still be better to win. It was true that his forces were inadequate. Anyone would be upset that such a glorious first battle had ended in ignominious defeat. In addition, this was not a defensive battle, but their first campaign into the outside world. Nazarick could not be permitted to suffer a defeat. However, this was something else entirely. Having been created as a warrior himself, Cocytus had a deep respect for excellent warriors. They had led the forces of the Nazarick into battle, and it had ended in defeat.Ĭocytus personally thought quite highly of the Lizardmen. The reason for that was because he had lost against the Lizardmen.
It seemed to be contagious, because the tread of his vassals behind him was slow and ponderous as well.
Cocytus’s footsteps were heavy as he plodded towards the Throne Room.