On the starter realm, commonly known as Atherome.

  Malcolm stood on a cliff overlooking one of the many towns that populated the realm. He didn’t know what the town's name was, and he didn’t care to know, seeing as it wouldn’t exist shortly. Smirking to himself, he ripped open a portal to the Chaos realm. From the portal emerged a tier 4 demonkin. Malcolm felt pure glee everytime he used the powers bestowed upon him by the Dark Angel.

  The demonkin spread its leathery wings drawing a sword with a spark of hellfire on its edge, it dove off the cliff edge, rocketing downwards with a yell of jubilation. The demon wouldn’t be enough to take out the town by itself, but it would at least prove as a good distraction, and that was all he needed.

  Malcolm opened another portal, this one for his own use. It took 5 seconds to summon but let him create a portal to anywhere he could see, not useful for combat, but for everything else? Perfect. He appeared in the town barely before the demon did, masking his presence with the descent of the demonkin.

  The demonkin crashed into the largest building, the town hall, in an explosion of fire and brimstone. It didn’t destroy the town hall, seeing as the core of the town was also the strongest part of the town, but it definitely did some hefty damage. There was a flash of light as an adventurer appeared, mid tier 4 by looks of it, stronger than the demonkin by a good 200 levels. Malcolm cursed, he had hoped to avoid this sort of thing, but it looked like he needed to speed up his plans a little bit. No matter.

  As the demonkin and adventurer clashed, Malcolm pulled out a map from his pocket, glancing around before confidently walking to a seemingly random house. He opened the door and found a family of 5 cowering in the corner, most likely after hearing the explosions in the background from the demonkin and adventurer fighting each other.

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  They looked at Malcolm with wide eyes, wondering why this stranger had barged into their house and if he had anything to do with the explosions.

  Malcolm glanced at them. The only one of note was the late tier 2 father, and that wasn’t even close enough to challenge Malcolm. With a wave of his hand he blazed the family to a crisp, burning them until they were only charred bones.

  He reveled in the feeling of adrenaline that rushed over him and he shivered in pleasure. Power truly was the best thing to have, with it, everything else came with it, money, fame, and the freedom to do whatever you wanted. It truly was the best feeling.

  Malcolm walked deeper into the home opening a door on the left that revealed a long winding staircase. Malcolm descended into the basement of the home finding himself in a storage room. He crouched down resting his hand on the ground before disintegrating the rotting wood that dared stand in his way. The wood opened up and revealed a chest 5 feet down, exactly where the dark angel had said it would be. Opening his dimension pouch he extended a tendril of darkness and pulled the chest into the pouch.

  Glancing around quickly Malcolm ran back up the stairs and out of the house. The adventurer and demonkin were still locked in combat, with the adventurer heavily bleeding and the demonkin not much better off. It looked like the demonkin was actually doing better than he had thought. With a final glance around, he summoned another portal and teleported back onto the cliff, ordering the demonkin to self-destruct with a telepathic order.

  There was a brief pause before a black fireball lit up the town, burning all the buildings and their inhabitants to a crisp. With a final glance at the now ruined town, Malcolm turned away, walking away from the smoldering remains of what had just been a thriving town.

  It was fun to be on the side of evil.