A Wizards Misadventures

~~Level Two~~

Using your burgeoning mythos as the Apostle and blossoming reputation as defeating several satans and the vanishing dragon's host she took her responsibility as your 'agent' as divine will. She slowly subsumed others she knew from her experiences in pagan magic into a cult based around you, using her powers of void as proof of validity. Over time, upon seeing the wildly successful cult numbering hundreds after your displays of strength and her efforts, she believes your meeting to be destiny and that your fates are forever intertwined.

Forever intertwined? Fate? Who the fuck did she think I am?! Why did she build a cult?! Why would that be a good idea?! I slammed my hand onto my face, just feeling exasperated beyond belief.

... Well, I wanted work. Here's a cult. Great. Now what to do about it?

I quickly decided that there were three options. Destroy it, use it, or make it somebody else's problem. I could just cut off Elsyria, but she hadn't really done anything wrong, just interpreted my words wrong. The cult would fall apart pretty quickly without 'Divine proof'.

I could also control it, making it do my bidding, which would be easy, but cults were kind of unstable. That said, I didn't have much investment in the cult and Elsyria seemed to be a great cult leader if she made it this far. As for making it somebody else's problem I didn't know who I could dump the cult on, but the Khaos Brigade would probably take them if I did some threatening and dropped Ophis' name.

After a minute of thinking I groaned and reluctantly accepted that I should pay attention to my followers. It might be useful to have a bunch of minions. It certainly was in Remnant. Roman was a great help. I could probably get that house I wanted from the cult too. It wasn't like I was lacking in gold. I had my metal affinity, after all. Or I could just steal from somebody appropriately evil. There were plenty of rich devils, after all.

I looked through Elsyria again and found her in a back room washing her face. I teleported behind her and waited a moment. When she raised her hands and stood up she turned around and froze.

"M-my lord," she said in reverence. She fell to her knees. "I knew I would see you again!" she said a little tearily.

"I... just get to your feet..." I sighed. Elsyria sniffled and stood up, looking up at me with unhealthy devotion in her eyes. "So... you've made a cult." Her eyes lit up.

"Yes!" she yelled. She blushed and coughed, embarrassed. "Um, yes. I'm... well I'm your agent so I... made a religion. Um... we're not a cult."

"Robes," I said flatly, poking her shoulder. She looked away and the blush worsened.

"... Religions all start somewhere." she muttered. I sighed.

"Yes, I suppose they do. So what is it you intend to do with this congregation you have?" Elsyria grinned widely, the devotion shining strong once more.

"I want to serve you! You could help so many people! And we could help you a lot! We humans, well, we get a lot wrong. Gods could help a lot more but they just... don't for some reason. But you? You're really, um, down-to-earth in a way. I know you're not really up for thunder and booming commandments but that's okay! You're super powerful but don't let it go to your head. Besides, even Ophis acknowledges you as a god."

I nodded grudgingly at Elsyria's logic. I would be a great overlord because I don't actually want to be an overlord. I would keep the people in line because it was my responsibility but I wouldn't abuse my power. I just wasn't the person to do that sort of thing. I preferred to laze around and mess with teenagers in alternate dimensions.