Part III: Greed is Good
Chapter 3: Useful Idiots
Recall that I’d previously used the Drokka as pawns in my own war machine for centuries. After a time I tired of that endeavor and got busy with other things. But then stupid Baal-Zebub came up with the idea to steal my rib bone to create a god-killing dagger in the form of Dagaal and released it into my world – changing everything.
I needed information.
I needed souls to question.
That meant I needed War.
Thankfully I had the Drokka at my disposal.
What’s the best way to start a cataclysmic war? Let the people grow fat, lazy, rich, and eventually bored with peace.
Seems odd, I know, but trust me, it works. And since I had lots of time on my hands I didn’t need to rush matters. As a result, I did the ‘appear as two legendary gods’ thing with Hef Fastuz to inspire him to create a weapon of mass destruction in the form of The Ghast. In the meantime I raised up a few royal pawns for myself to play around with.
First there was Brega Derkillez, then his son Baldur. Hailing from the Derkillez line which traced its history back to through the Busz clan, Brega served a purpose for a time, but unfortunately he got poisoned during a power play from the Bomas and Naves while I wasn’t paying attention. Once I got wind of this I helped the Ruks install Baldur in order to thwart their rivals and maintain the status quo that was benefiting them [and keep my own plans protected].
Now I put Baldur in place when he was very young and then I spent decades turning him into a pacifistic do-nothing. Half a century later Baldur was still the king and by now his anti-nationalistic policies were slowly destroying the Drokka nation from the inside out [just like I planned].
How did Baldur last so long when rivals from the Gaatz, Klyntz, Bomas, and Naves were always plotting against him? Because I made it such that every decision King Baldur made was a success – to include helping him bring even more wealth to an already rich society – sending them from the land of comfort into the land of excess.
Now obviously that wealth didn’t filter down through all levels of Drokka society — as is often the case with humans, it’s only the top 1% – the elites – who get to enjoy the luxury that is built from the backs of everybody else below them – such was the case here. However, for a time at least, the Drokka became so rich under King Baldur that even the scraps that fell to the dregs of society were laced with gold.
As a result, very few of the people who lived in the Rhokki Mountains realized something was wrong, thus only a few were unhappy — but Baldur’s son Hacktor was among this group.
Ah yes, Hacktor Derkillez – besides his intelligence, he was Baldur’s first born son (read: a disgruntled heir ready to assume power) – this made Hacktor the perfect candidate to complete my plans to not just destroy the Drokka, but more importantly to turn the tables on Gwar and Baal-Zebub in the great game of the gods!
The Apocrypha of Azazel 