DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. Especially not D&D.

Now, I know it says Dungeons and Dragons/Monster Girl Quest Crossover, but this story uses elements and characters from the Dragon Quest Series (Mostly IV-VI) as well. Also that DQ magic is different from D&D Magic... Just saying that to prevent confusion.

*Inside an Ancient Crypt*

...

Vaskul mulled over his findings. Ever since the Abyss and The Nine Circles of Hell had gone to war over the deaths of their supreme or major leaders Asmodeus and Demogorgon, he had found his attempts at tracking the Emperor to be most... Frustrating. Almost nothing had any sort of hint or reference to the Ancient Demon at all, and the other users of the Secret were long since dead or forgotten. If he still had his hand, he'd be repeatedly slamming it into the nearest object. Of course, that was hard to do when you were a Demilich who choose to be a skull, so Vaskul settled for grinding on his soul gems.

"I must say... Estark is proving to be very annoying to track," Vaskul hissed to himself through his teeth gems. He had long since ran out of undead grunts to talk to, or more accurately, vent his anger on. But like many others of his kind, Vaskul had no reason to animate a servant anymore. Besides, ever since he made that Helmed Horror to defend the Crypt whenever he was away, a dead body had become more useful for being a showcase and displaying some artifacts Vaskul had gathered over the years, like the Armlet of Transmutation, Orcus' Sword, or Lolth's Staff. Silly Gods, they always seemed to misplace their artifacts at the most convenient times. Vecna would be proud of him. But that did not change his situation, good as the Artifacts may be.

He hated his predicament. He hated it with every ounce of his immortal Phylactery and Soul Gems. Of course the very last thing he truly desired was beyond his grasp. Of course the Demons and the Devils would go to war in the middle of his searching. Of course not a single soul in all of Faerun knew where Estark could be, nor the Secret of Evolution Vaskul so dearly desired.

But perhaps... Vaskul did travel all over the Multiverse to find the Secret, and there were strange things drifting beyond where the Elder Evils made their home, strange things in the dark depths of the Void. He was fascinated by these strange worlds, they were like Faerun, but different in certain ways. Sometimes Vaskul felt as if he was gazing into a world that rejected every law or fundamental grounds Vaskul had discovered and learned during his ventures as an Astral Demilich. Sometimes the local life he saw were robotic in shape, with handles on their heads. Sometimes the main breed of dragon was more wyvern-like, yet had godly blood within them. Sometimes he saw things that were absolutely horrific, but were kept under lock and chain. There was even a world made by a sleeping overdeity, filled with horrific nightmares and eldritch beings who did whatever they pleased within that world, Azathoth if he recalled correctly. It, along with Ao, were the only Overdeities he ever learned of or met.

So, was it possible Estark was not in this world, but in one of the ones Vaskul looked at? It seemed to be quite logical and rational in theory. If the Emperor wasn't here, then he must be somewhere else. It's been confirmed several times by the few scrolls and books Vaskul found that Estark will just simply not die no matter what. It didn't matter what kind of punishment or brutality was inflicted upon him, Estark will come back eventually, usually in a sleeping state.

So, with that in skull, Vaskul silently recasted Astral Projection and ventured off to see if his theory held true.

...*Some time after that realization*...

...

It was quite a long time before Vaskul managed to find something in the eternal expanses of darkness. It... was a Light Elemental. That wasn't right. What was a Light Elemental doing all the way out here?

"Hello?" Vaskul came up to the glowing sphere of light while casting Tongues on himself. "Who are you, and why are you so far away from your natural plane?"

The Elemental spoke incoherently, seemingly unable to know how to talk.

"Do you have a name, Light Element?" Vaskul questioned.

"Fwight?" Was one word Vaskul could hear.

"Do you mean Light?" Vaskul tilted his astral projection a bit. Was this Elemental just newly formed? Or has it been stranded out here so long it devolved into a baby-like state of mind? He couldn't tell, but either way it was, mentally speaking, extremely immature.

"Ill-Ighty?" The Element tried to pronounce "Light" again.

"Do you even have a name? Say yes or no, if you can," Vaskul said.

"Fwo," The Element answered.

"Going to take that as a 'no,'" Vaskul and the Element continued their conversation for awhile, and after a certain point Vaskul saw it was a bit pointless to continue talking to the elemental, so he just started to go when he heard the Element drift behind him... "Why are you following me?"

"Pwerson. Feuo are a pwerson," The Element answered.

Vaskul was, for the first time in ages even he lost track of, confused,"You're following me because... Wait, how did you even learn about the word 'person?'" Vaskul was beginning to be fascinated by this Element. First it was completely unable to talk, now it can begin to learn words it never heard of and speak simple sentences? Was this really just some average Elemental or was it something a bit more? It certainly had enough power to be a Primal Elemental, just a large lack of brains... or anything else for that matter.

"Bwain. I wead through your maim," The Element paused, seemingly thinking about something, "Mind," The Element promptly corrected.

"You're learning through my-!..." Vaskul stopped and hastily looked through his mind to see if the Element was looking through it. Thankfully, however, the Element was not looking through memories or other deadly secrets Vaskul was concerned for, and was merely looking through reflexes and literary languages. But that did not answer the question of how the Element got into Vaskul's mind without alerting him or activating his defense spells to begin with.

"How? How did you do that?" Vaskul asked. After all, the Element was just a baby. Surely he could convince it to tell him without difficulties?

"I don't know. It comes to me," The Element said, now speaking without that babyish-voice and being completely literate.

"... Do you have a name?" Vaskul decided to put off the search for Estark for now, and in the meantime devote his attention to this curious elemental.

I've never met an Element that could do that, not without alerting me. Perhaps this could make for a useful servant... he thought, forming plans on how he could manipulate this being...

"Um... No. I don't have a name. What is a name?" The Element shyly questioned, "Do you have one?"

Already it's developed a personality and speaks fluently from just a few minutes of looking through the lower functions of my brain... Now, if I can use that unnatural mind reading and learning capability to further my goals and wrench from a Zenithian Ghost the location of Estark... Vaskul began to realize more and more just how much potential this Element had, and what he could get out of it if he did put that potential to use.

"A name is something used to identify a person, something to remember a particular being if you will. My name is Vaskul. And since you don't have a name... I suppose I can give you one," Vaskul thought of what would be a fitting name for an element. He thought back to the first parts of their conversation... "Ill-Ighty." That could work as a name, it just needed something... Different.

"How do you like... Ilias?" Vaskul offered.

In response, the newly named Ilias seemed to bubble in joy. It seemed to really like the name, despite how lame its origin was. Satisfied, Vaskul looked around to see if there were any worlds nearby, and silently cursed himself. There was a nearby world forming with an unusually overwhelming amount of dark energies and magical auras, but it was too far for even his mastered Astral Projection to reach. As much as he hated it, it looked like he needed to take on a physical form to explore any further. But, oh well, he didn't want to risk his Phylactery getting shattered while he was away anyways.

"Good, good. Well now, I must be going! I'll be back soon enough..." Vaskul turned to leave the element, but he was stopped again.

"Wait! Where are you going?..." Ilias questioned, now having a distinctly feminine tone to her voice now.

"Me? Oh, I'm simply going back to Faerun to rest and think on some of the discoveries I made before," Vaskul simply stated.

"But what about me? Can I go too?" Ilias asked, apparantly sad at Vaskul leaving.

"Ah, if only. The path to my world is long and dangerous. There are beings that inhabit the border between the Void and Faerun, and they would do horrific things that I would not say to you for the rest of eternity if you were lucky. Perhaps one day I will return in a physical form, and then I can take you with me," Vaskul told her. The bright glow that surrounded the ball of light dimmed, but she seemed to understand.

"Do you... Pro- Prob... No... Prom-Ise?" Ilias tried to pronounce "Promise." It looks like she hasn't fully mastered the more complex words yet.

"Yes. I promise to return here one day. For now though, just head off in that direction." Vaskul turned to a particular direction, "There's some other life there, and with any luck it won't drift off. I'll be there to help you in the future."

"Oh... Okay..." Ilias began to move towards that direction. "I hope to see you again soon one day!" She said as she slowly became nothing but a small candlelight in the distance.

"What a strange elemental. But I'm sure she'll be fine. What could possibly be there?" Vaskul reasoned to himself.

*Thousands of Thousands of Years after that*

...

Vaskul finally sighed in relief as he returned to his skull. It seemed nothing had been touched when he was gone, just more dust covering the crypt. "Finally. Didn't take that long to get back. Now... Why did I come here again?" Vaskul idly wondered as he mulled over his findings, "Oh right. I needed to make a new body for exploration." Well, that wasn't really difficult. There were countless bodies and skeletons to choose from due to the countless dead paladins who apparently never learned how to check for magical and physical traps.

Using his telekinesis, Vaskul levitated several nearby skeletons of a medium size and ripped various bones out to make a stable body. When the basic skeleton was complete, Vaskul raised his skull and had his phylactery placed inside of it, like a brain, and then gently placed it on the Atlas of the newly made skeleton. [1]

Looking at himself, Vaskul tested and stretched various parts of his skeleton to test for which parts needed new cartilage. "Good enough. Now to disguise myself so that no one will randomly attack me..." Vaskul created some skin out of the few cells left on the bones and slowly watched as his body was covered in it, his skull included. Then he promptly grabbed a robe that looked as if it had once been a grand and royal outfit, and clothed himself with it.

He motioned for a mirror to come to him so that he could look at his handiwork. Wiping the dust off, he saw he had black hair with somewhat leathery pale skin that was eerily stretched across his body. His robes obviously gave away his necromantic origins, with it being covered in what used to be fine linens, faded velvet, ivoric armor and dusty jewels, with a long black cloak to add. About the only thing that could really give him away as a demilich though, was the fact that he could see his own soul gems shining in the place of his teeth and eyes.

Nothing a good Illusion can't fix, Vaskul casted Alter Self and watched as his eyes were replaced with scarlet eyes and his teeth become a normal white. Transmutation... An integral part to the Secret of Evolution. It was a good thing I overcame my weakness in that school of magic a long time ago, He thought as he picked up his old spellbook and the Armlet of Transmutation, two things he truly valued. The Spellbook because he spent so many years filling it up and writing notes on it, and the Armlet because he required it to fully complete the Secret of Evolution.

Satisfied, Vaskul walked off to where his Helmed Horror was, and saw that it simply standing around, surrounded by countless corpses. Some were fresh, some were small bones and dust.

"Hold. Cease previous command. Give me your sword," He commanded, the Helmed Horror immediately obliging him, "Hm... Magical Runes seem to be alright. Sword is in prime condition, with only bloodstains. And there seems to be no broomstick again," Vaskul sighed. Helmed Horrors were good for defense and making dead bodies, but they were horrible for cleaning and repairs. He really should've made another servant for cleaning by now, but he didn't because he was too busy projecting his mind elsewhere to do so.

Waving his hand, Vaskul magically removed the bloodstains from the Horror's sword and armor, Vaskul then created a simple broomstick, though the rod of the broom was made of steel rather than normal wood. Helmed Horrors also did not know how to hold back from what experience has taught him.

"New Orders. You are to patrol, defend, and clean this entire Crypt up. And polish and maintain your armor and weapons as well. Do I make myself clear?" Vaskul commanded. The Helmed Horror nodded and began to haul various bodies to the morgue section of the Crypt. Hopefully this time it won't break the broom like the last ten times Vaskul went out to explore...

Now to get back to where I was, Vaskul thought as he began his trek back to where he previously was in the void before he was forced to return.

*Unknown Amount of Time Later*

...

"Where are you... Where are you..." Vaskul muttered as he travelled throughout the void. He recalled a conversation he had with a Light Elemental nearby, and that he directed her towards a newly formed world so that he could track down that world later on, "I know you were here... Ah! Found it."

He looked upon the world he guided that element to. He saw so many unnatural things populated it now, and he didn't like it one bit. It was as if whoever ruled over this pathetic realm purposefully perverted everything he knew. He could see a large landmass with two smaller ones bordering its north and south sides, and a large amount of primitive humans lived mostly on the southern and the central landmasses. With those humans, Vaskul could see strange monsters. Female monsters. Perverted ones at that. With absolutely no male monsters in sight. He did not need to scry the world out any further to know what the obvious result was, but he decided to anyways against his better judgement.

He saw plenty of male humans and some females, presumably captured villagers or adventurers, being raped by the female monsters. Some were kept as slaves. Some were sold. Some were eaten. Some were just killed.

Vaskul already began to despise this world. It wasn't like Faerun, where Beholders, Mind Flayers, and Aboleths were the feared monsters he had grown to respect and work with. It was not like the Goblins or Kobolds, who were cowardly primitives that were so-easily manipulated and fun to puppet and keep as pets. It was not like the Drow or Sentient Undead, who were cruel and vicious, feared and hailed like he was.

Their magic was not the same either. It seemed that former rich magical atmosphere was gone now. Vaskul guessed that either the monsters or that Light Element had absorbed most of it for themselves. He could sense there were around 9 large sealed powers and 5 great powers scattered over the world due to that atmosphere being gone now though.

Vaskul, deciding to get a closer look at a particular area, peered at what he guessed to be an important castle of sorts in the Northern Continent. There was a small girl with light-purple skin and dark priestly clothing working with a pale woman dressed almost like a scientist. They seemed to be working on a Royal Harpy of sorts. Vaskul almost wanted to puke at how... inadequate the soul-binding and work was put into the corpse. They were doing it all wrong! They could not afford to put so much pressure on the harpy's hollow bones, and the exposed bones should either be covered with patch-work flesh or sharpened to be like that of a sword or spike. And where was the magic stone? They needed that to even consider raising the corpse right? So where was it? The necromancy and magic in this world... Was astoundingly back-watered and primitive. It was almost insulting in a sense.

Vaskul looked elsewhere in that castle. There was a small nine-tailed fox girl talking with a large lamia of sorts. Perhaps a subspecies? The Lamia radiated with power, and seemed to be experienced enough. The kitsune however, far eclipsed her, but, she was extraordinarily weak for a nine-tailed Kitsune.

Vaskul knew that fox-girl was hiding something. He knew that usually Kitsunes grew stronger the more tails they had. Though, a weak nine-tailed kitsune could provide a good source of their fur. Vaskul had heard that a Nine-Tailed Kitsune's fur was very potent in magic spells and potions.

And, at the last second, Vaskul noticed a brief glimpse of something... he knew that power. He felt its trace and marks before. He had spent a large amount of time looking for it after all. It was Estark. The Emperor must've somehow landed in this world while drifting in the void. It made sense in context, after all, Vaskul found many worlds that referenced the demon in some shape or form. But, why here? Why in this world?

Vaskul scryed the world out a bit more. He found many things, and was disturbed by them. He hated this world. It was like a perversion of his own. But he had to go there if he wanted the Secret of Evolution. Even if... The inhabitants were...

...

Disgusting.

*Sentora - Gold Volcano; 24 years before the events of Monster Girl Quest*

...

"Let's see here... Oh of course I wind up in the sole volcanic region out of all the places I could've been teleported to!" Vaskul cursed as he observed his surroundings. It seemed he was at or at least near the peak of the volcanic region. There wasn't any life in the nearby area, and if there was, they would probably be hostile. Near his position was an opening, probably used by local monsters or explorers to access the inside of this volcano, "If this is anything like Faerun, then fire elementals and salamanders should be flooding the insides corridors of the volcano. Maybe a dragon or two if they exist in this realm," Vaskul wisely decided to not enter the volcano and instead climb down the rocky mountain.

The climb was for the most part uneventful, until he reached about halfway down the mountain, where he found an unusual lump of scales and flesh resting on the ground.

Oh God damn it... Vaskul cursed mentally as the lump slowly stirred and turned towards him. It was a green dragon without any wings. How curious, a Dragon with no wings? I could just fly away... But dragons can use magic as well... Probably best to just kill it.

The dragon actually seemed to be fairly normal compared to the other monsters he scryed out. There wasn't a single thing that could suggest this dragon was different from the dragons of Faerun other than its lack of wings.

Huh. I guess I was wrong about there being only female Mons-... Vaskul's line of thought was interrupted by the dragon opening its mouth, revealing a woman with serpentine traits fused to the dragon's tongue. God damn it, was all he thought then.

"Oh... A human? How rare. I haven't seen one in decades. You'll make an excellent treat for me and my daughter..." The Dragoness said lasciviously, her tone clearly stating that she was going to try and rape Vaskul.

Too bad for her my real body rotted and decomposed into dirt long ago. Still, I should probably test myself to see how well I will fare in this realm before going on my way, Vaskul thought. He rolled his eyes and began to chant Magic Missile to test the dragon's durability.

"A wizard!?" The dragon flinched at the magic surrounding Vaskul, but then reasserted herself. "My, not only a human, but a magician as well. You'll make for a wonderful slave..." She raised the claws of her main body and prepared to battle.

Vaskul casted the Magic Missile and gave a simple sigh as it harmlessly vaporized itself against the scales of the dragon. "It would appear 1st tier magic does not work on the dragons of this world. I suspected this world would not be as weak as it appeared," He noted, preparing Kacrackle.

"My, my, your voice seems so raspy and tired... Let me relieve you of whatever your burden may be," The Dragon said as she lunged at Vaskul. Vaskul quickly dodged the attempt to grab him and casted Kacrackle, pelting and impaling the dragon with massive icicles. "Ow!... How?... How can a human use magic that strong!?" She almost demanded as she breathed fire on herself to combat the frostbite and the few icicles that remained impaled in her body.

"I gave up on my humanity a long time ago," Vaskul answered as he casted Spectral Hand and Chilling Touch in conjunction. The resulting ghostly hand grabbed the Dragon's Secondary throat, and strangled her while the frostbite slowly spread, "Too bad that you have that second body underneath all of that scales and muscle. I wouldn't be able to kill you so easily if the only throat I could grab was covered by 20 tons of muscle and scales," Vaskul mocked as the dragon began to wildly kick around and spasm to escape the hand.

"Who... What are you?" The Dragon gasped as she clawed at her throat, even though the hand had vanished. The frostbite probably ruined her ability to breath properly by the time the actual spell faded.

"Death," Vaskul smiled as he willed his facial disguise to burn away to reveal his jeweled skull. "I do not know why you have a... Woman stuck to your tongue, but it would seem that all the vital organs are inside of that body rather than being logically distributed through the large armored dragon body. But it matters not. I am sure your corpse will provide an excellent source of scales, and perhaps the woman's skin will make for a wondrous rug..." Vaskul laughed as he approached the dragon. Then the dragon let go of her throat, and Vaskul saw there was no frostbite.

"Gotcha!" The Dragon smiled from cheek to cheek at Vaskul's confused expression before she quickly snatched him up inside of her primary mouth. Vaskul struggled and lashed about, but was quickly trapped underneath the dragon's large tongue. The Dragon giggled and stuck out the woman's tongue at Vaskul's futile attempts to escape, "It's no use. Only those with the power of the Earth can escape a dragon's grasp..." She stroked Vaskul's shoulder, "And though you may be unnaturally strong in magic, and have that impressive illusion of a skull going for you, I sincerely doubt you have the strength to escape me now," Her eyes gleamed, "Now rest, magician... Let me take care of you for the rest of your life."

Panicking, Vaskul silently casted Finger of Death and jabbed his finger randomly at the woman. He felt something squishy and somewhat spherical give away under the pressure and some sort of liquid flood out.

The Dragon screamed and threw Vaskul out. Now getting a clear view, Vaskul could see he managed to successfully destroy the Dragon's right eye and the flooding sensation he felt was the blood and eye-juices pouring out. The Dragon screamed and stamped around in pain until finally, she collapsed from Finger of Death finally taking effect.

"Hm hm hm hmm... You should've just killed me when you had the chance," Vaskul taunted, now keeping a safe distance well away from the dragon. He knew not to make the same mistake twice in a row.

"No... My child..." The dragon twitched and spasmed, and then her eyes rolled up and she took her last breath.

Vaskul smirked and walked up to the corpse to begin skinning it for scales, That went relatively well. Even if that dragon had a bigger and more cunning mind than I initially expected. I will have to be more careful in the future... And I will have to look into why Finger of Death did not kill her immediately. Perhaps the Monsters of this world are naturally resistant to magic? He mused as he reviewed the results of his battle. When he finished, he noticed the cries of a child... "A... Baby?"

Vaskul followed the cries to a hidden spot in the rocks nearby, and saw a roundish object wrapped in cloth. He unravelled it to see a what he almost assumed to be a large berry, "A dragonkin... Why did I assume it was a berry?" Vaskul looked around, hoping to see something that he could do to get rid of it before its cries could lure more monsters to him. Eventually, Vaskul saw a dark place within the rocks that led to a long drop into the volcano, "Heh, I'm afraid I won't have to deal with you!" He said as he promptly dropped the child into the pit. He waited, and heard a loud thump, and then he didn't hear the child anymore. "Good, now to get out of here!" Vaskul remarked as he casted Levitate on himself and flew off to the nearest civilization.

... Wait, why didn't I just cast Levitate in the first place instead of trying to climb down this damn volcano!? he silently thought, cursing and scolding himself for his own stupidity.

*In the Heart of Gold Volcano*

...

"Mmrph... Who's crying outside in the middle of my rest?" Salamander groaned as she heard the distant cries of a child. She tried to ignore it, but it would not stop. "... Fiiiinnne. I'll see who it is..." She got off her resting place and began to stretch as she walked towards the source of the noise, only to find that nearby her domain was a small red-haired baby wrapped up in a cloth, with a large wound on the back of her head. Widening her eyes in shock, Salamander ran to the baby, still bawling, and healed the injury before it died from bleeding out. It was a miracle the child did not die instantly when she fell!

"Who would throw and abandon an innocent youth here to die?..." Salamander cursed whoever could've despicable enough to just throw a child to their death. The youth slowly stopped crying and looked up at Salamander, curious. Salamander sighed, "Looks like you're stuck with me little one," she supposed she could raise this Dragonkin. She did have some experience dealing with dragons before, and she could do it again. "But what should I call you...?"

The child mouthed "Bweery?", mimicking Vaskul's word earlier.

"Berry?... Well I suppose you did look like one from a distance, and you are a bit bigger than the average baby... Then again, Dragons are a 'Grand' species... Hm... How about Granberia?" Salamander suggested.

"Gwanberia! Gwanberia!" Granberia mimicked in joy and smiled innocently.

Salamander just smiled from the cuteness of her new daughter.

Author's Notes:

Well, I did say I was going to do a D&D crossover, and I did. Anyways, here we see an ancient demilich, Vaskul, leave the multiverse of D&D and explore the void to find the Emperor of Hell, Estark. He's basically on the same mission Psaro and Aamon was in DQIV, and wants to resurrect Estark so he can figure out how to make the Secret of Evolution. He's already got the Armlet of Transmutation needed to do this, and he knows that Nimzo/Mildrath has taken it and became god-like in powers, though malformed and imperfect due to his failure to use the Armlet. Vaskul does not know about the other users of the Evolution, he only knows from vague legends and stories that Aamon, Psaro, and Mildrath took the Secret and became nigh-invincible.

Unfortunately, in his quest to find Estark, he encounters a primordial Ilias, who he accidently gives the blessing (Curse) of sentience to. When he inevitably returns in his physical form, he finds that same world he sent Ilias off to and encounters a young Granberia and her mother, and as we saw, sparked off the chain of events that would lead to Granberia becoming a Heavenly Knight.

The next time we see Vaskul, we'll be seeing how he adjusts to the world of MGQ and what his plan is...

So, I'll see you guys later! Don't forget to review!

Some Notes (This is something you should probably read at if you're confused by someone's name or why there's a [#] next to a sentence.) -

[1]: The Atlas is where the skull and spine connect.

- Dragon Quest Spells are in Bold while D&D Spells are in Italics.

- While relatively minor, Psaro, Nimzo, Mortamor, Nokturnus, and Zoma all have a part in Vaskul's past, and Estark is obviously the main objective in Vaskul's venture. Since most of them have various names depending on the system or translation you play their respective game on, I figured I would just get them out of the way now in case they make an appearance or mention.

Estark: For those wondering, Estark was originally blue in his first appearance in IV, and since then he has been changed to golden-brown whenever he appeared as a superboss (Probably because Psaro is in pre-evolution only or in his final form, or is just not there.) So, let's just keep it simple and say Estark is only blue when he's weakened or asleep, and becomes golden-brown when he's wide awake. As for his other name, 'Esturk', well, let's just chalk it off as an archaic term. In this story, Estark does not have a son (Starkers). His title is the 'Emperor of Hell'.

Psaro: Relatively simple. It's Psaro for his pre-evolution body, Deathsaro for his Estark-like form, and Necrosaro for when he begins to transform into his final stage. His title is 'The Manslayer'.

Nimzo/Mildrath: Grandmaster Nimzo is the first Namekian-like form (This name is often used by mortals and angels who do not know of his true name), Lord Mildrath is the fat slug-like devil form (This name is used by devils/demons and people who know his true nature). He takes the role as the Satan of the Dragon Quest Multiverse. His title is either 'Grandmaster' or 'Satan'.

Mortamor: The Old Man he possesses at first would be called Mortamoore, his true pink and spiky gargoyle form is Deathtamor, and his final form (When he throws away his own physical body) is called Mortamor. His title is the 'Archfiend'.

Nokturnus: His true name is Nokturnus, his title is simply 'Dark Dream', with its archaic term being 'Dark Drium'.

Zoma: The Source of All Evil (Predating Asmodeus, Demogorgon, Zargon, and others), he is known as the 'Master Archfiend'. I don't think he has another name. Correct me if there was a release where Zoma's name was changed. Archfiend Baramos is dead by the time this story happens, so don't count on him appearing if Zoma happens to make an appearance or cameo.

EDIT: As of 2/13/18, I reworked most of the fanfic. Most characters just went with one consistent name from here on out, and I've rewritten some of the characters.