Last Brother Warlock stared off through the night at the little wooden house before him. It was a far ways from him but he had enough magic to see the distance and through the night. It was of no consequence to him. All he could do was ponder how anyone could live in a hog stye like that. To think that the person that had thwarted him lived there on top of all the other heroes. Surely they would build a castle. Something magnificent and worthy of their stature. That's what he would have done.

Surely they would have given themselves the finest guards and adventurers money could spare to protect them. That's what he would have done. He would not have left anything to chance. He would have invested everything he had on his own survival. Indeed, that's what he had planned after the demon lord won. To build the greatest castle in the world and live forever within it. Those plans were gone and he would make them pay for their stupidity. They didn't want to have what he wanted? Fine. He'd show them the error of their ways.

And he had just the tools to do it. He grinned and he surveyed some of his minions. He had spread them out all around the farm. Gathered from all corners of the kingdoms, the vilest of the vile were here. No doubt they were all prepared to taste the blood of heroes. He'd let them indulge in their vile tendencies. After all, he'd be a hypocrite not to. He just wanted the children alive. That's all. The rest? They could do whatever they wanted with them. It'd be a fine reward for their services here tonight.

They were humans, monsters and everything in between. Newcomers to the darkside and some that had served for generations. Yes there was no way that this Goblin Slayer and his wives could stop him now. Not when they faced hundreds upon hundreds of his finest warriors.

"Fellow revelers of depravity," Last Brother Warlock spoke up to his minions. Not loud enough to spook the denizens of the house but he had made sure his mages had used silencing spells to keep his army quiet. "The time has come. Soon the forces of good will be given a tremendous blow. One they will never recover from."

He could hear cheers of encouragement.

He continued on, "You will go and wreck havoc upon that farm and kill the ones who have destroyed our livelihoods. However, remember to bring me the children. Alive. If they are not well upon arrival, I will make sure your lives are spent in short agony before you meet our deceased Demon Lord."

Some of them grumbled, no doubt wanting to eat the babies.

"So go forth and destroy!"

With that, the first batch of his plan was concocted. It was a stealth mission of sorts. If they could, they'd sneak in and capture the babies before the fighting started. If things went perfectly, they would even get the chance to slit the throats of the do-gooders. Yes that would anger some of the creatures here who wanted to fight but Last Brother Warlock would like to try and be practical. As well, the more forces he kept alive, the more cannon fodder he'd have in the near future. It would take longer to build an army if he lost a number of beings here. No matter. This would be done.

The silent individuals were a mix up of humans, Dark Elves, and Tieflings. Tieflings were rare around these parts due to their demonic heritage. Most Tieflings, to Last Brother Warlock's chagrin, were 'good' or at least shied away from evil acts. They wanted to be a part of society. He scoffed at the idea. They had demon blood in their veins. They should act like it. Of course, due to being marginalized, a number of Tieflings ended up in the evil forces anyways. He could be content with that. After he took over the lands, he'd show the Tieflings how to truly live as a demon.

They started out just fine. No one was heard and they were getting close to the house. They were of course out of the range of his spellcasters so they had to be quiet on their own terms. He didn't want to risk the occupants having some magical sense or something to detect his casters. So they did just fine until they came upon a meadow. They climbed the fence and walked into it. Everything was normal.

His nightmare didn't start until they were half way through the little meadow. As he spied the group moving forward, one of them stopped. It seemed like that person was confused. They lifted their leg… and then an explosion rocked up from the ground, tearing the Tiefling to shreds. The rest of the group cried out in terror and tried to run. More explosions rocked the ground from beneath, killing or maiming more of the sneaking soldiers. The rest of the army watched in shock as it happened. It was all in the blink of an eye. They had the element of surprise.

Now it was gone. Those explosions were quite loud. There was no way the people inside hadn't heard them. On top of that, he was sure he was down at least two dozen soldiers. Perhaps three dozen. It was hardly a dent in his forces but losing that many before even seeing the enemy was an insult. He wouldn't stand for that.

Last Brother Warlock gritted his teeth and pointed to the farm house, "Get me those babies!"

With that order sent, the next waves started to move in. They of course moved away from the meadow. They weren't stupid and many of them were cowards in their own way. He was fine with that, yet he could tell the army was moving slower now. They didn't know if the ground held more explosives of some kind. He would of course torture the secret of those explosions out of a captor. Hopefully the one still alive at the end knew a thing or two about them.

There were a few more cries of terror and then silence. They weren't the explosive ground areas. No, he could tell even from here that there were pitfalls. No doubt they had spikes in there to slay any who fell within them. Clever, but he wouldn't be bothered by more fodder deaths. He still had his ogres and all those other powerful monsters and paid mercenaries with plenty of experience. Yes, he could still salvage this.

In fact, one which way he could salvage this was charging the house right now. It was shaking the ground with each step. It's large, humanoid body making short work of anything that it could trample under its feet. This was none other than a giant. It was no easy feat to get one of these creatures here without anyone noticing. They ate a lot and weren't the brightest, which meant it was hard to keep them a secret. On top of that, he had outfitted it with thick armor for most of the body. That had been time consuming and not exactly cheap either. Yet he had done it all without anyone taking notice. Yes, this giant would pay off. Last Brother Warlock even laughed as the explosive ground didn't faze the armored boots of the giant. It kept running. Yes, his victory was assured.

Suddenly, a small human jumped up high enough to see above the giant and… came down with a greatsword, cutting the giant from top to bottom in half. The two pieces thundered as they collapsed to the ground, causing many of his forces to pause in fear. The culprit? None other than the hero who laughed as she sped forward, bisecting an evil soldier.

"I was hoping for a warm up," she called out, "Seems you'll do."

Last Brother Warlock stood there blinking as he watched Hero slaughtered the men and women he had sent to kill her. None of them could match her swordsmanship even though they were decades older. She was damn well cursed with luck and knowledge by the gods. Even a bowman, skilled with his craft, tried to kill her and failed. She simply blocked the arrow with a lazy swing and then fired a beam of energy from her sword, disintegrating the unlucky bowman.

He couldn't believe it. He had lost his giant so easily. He knew she was the Hero but… but… His hands balled up, "That fucking giant died in one swing. Who does that?!" He swung his fists in the air, "No one should be that powerful. You fucking gods are cheaters. CHEATERS!"

Last Brother Warlock stopped himself and took a deep breath, "Stop it. It's no good to get worked up on. You thought they'd 'eventually' kill the giant anyways. It saves you resources later. Someone else will kill her. Yes. Once they deal with the rest, Hero can't stop all of them." He cackled.

Off to the side he watched a good number of rough riders spurring their horses around to the side of the house. They were lead by a fearsome mercenary captain. The most feared in the land. She had claimed the lives of hundreds by herself and caused the destruction of countless more lives. Oh she was a great warrior. No doubt she would make great work of-

An arrow pierced her skull. Last Brother Warlock blinked a few times as her body fell off the horse. Suddenly each mercenary tumbled off, an arrow in their heart or head. It kept happening. Death was washing across them. Some of the riders tried to turn but soon they met the same fate. Dozens of riders were dead and he didn't know why. He turned to the house and spied someone on the roof. It was an elf. A small elf woman. He gritted his teeth. "How the fuck does she have that many arrows?"

While that was happening, High Elf Archer was scowling. "I finally got some alone time with Orcbolg and you guys show up? I'll pierce every one of you with my arrows for that."

He tried to calm himself down. Okay, he had lost his feared mercenary captain, a good number of his stealthy warriors, and his giant. No biggee. He had plenty more monsters and soldiers to go around. Plenty more. He could get around this.

For example, he had a fearsome druid on his side. That wasn't easy for him to get. Almost all druids were good guys as the forces of evil tended to destroy nature. Force of habit honestly. It's just how it rolls so they were always at odds. So finding one that would be willing to turn to evil, let alone a powerful one, was hard to do. Yet he had. One that had crushed a city into dust by himself. Yes, he was so-

The druid's summoned vines suddenly turned on him. The man let out a pained cry as he was crushed alive. The ground splattered with his body parts.

Inside the house, Earth Mother let out a satisfied giggle. "I don't like killing, but I can't sit idly by while someone uses the very earth for evil."

Last Brother Warlock, meanwhile, was pulling at his hair. "How? How the fuck can they manipulate nature like that? Over the will of a powerful druid?" He snarled and stomped his feet before calming himself again, "No. I came prepared. I know how this works."

He turned his head and spied another woman. This time it was one of his main targets: Sword Maiden. The woman was indeed beautiful beyond words. Curvy and stacked in all the right places. He wouldn't be lying to say that he wanted a piece of her. After all of this frustration, perhaps he would if his troops kept her intact. If they didn't, oh well. He'd have satisfaction either way. Then again, necromancy was a thing too.

To do that job, he had enlisted a dark knight of magnitude. A fallen warrior who had crushed some of the greatest warriors to come out of the kingdoms. He had helped the previous Demon Lord rise to power and had terrorized the lands of the 'free' folk. Yes he was a great warrior. He didn't charge right at Sword Maiden. He wasn't stupid. He used his soldiers as shields as he raced around the treeline, them in her way. No doubt she would miss whatever shots she aimed at him or focus on the warriors before her. Oh yes, he was a cunning-

"Guiding Bolt!" Was the cry that came from Sword Maiden's lips. A bolt of pure white magic came from the top of her staff and streaked forward. The problem with it? The bolt changed directions as though it was heading for something.

The great dark knight knew what had happened and tried to run. Unfortunately, the bolt was guided right towards its target just as planned. It struck him, blowing him to pieces as well as the few evil warriors around him.

Last Brother Warlock was stomping in place, crying out in anger. "Fucking hell. Fucking tracking fucking spells. Fuck that bitch." He stopped and took a deep breath, "She's only got a limited amount of spells. There are too many to take on. She's by herself. Surely this will end in-"

"Oh Supreme God, I beseech you." Sword Maiden said, "I call forth warriors of renown, Spirit Guardians!"

With that said, the area was filled with light. The warriors shielded their eyes before it stopped. As they unshielded their eyes, they took in the sight before them. The beings that Sword Maiden had summoned could be described as nothing less than angels. Armored and wielding weapons of great size, they were indeed intimidating. Sword Maiden raised her hand, gesturing towards the warriors. The angels did as commanded, cutting down the warriors like a farmer did his wheat.

"I will never let anyone take away my happiness again," Sword Maiden scowled.

Last Brother Warlock's left eye twitched, "Of course she can command angels." He leaned against the tree for a moment before smashing his fist against it, "That's it. They're all dead." He turned and shouted, "Fire the catapults."

Yes he had planned for this. If all things went south, they'd just smash the place to pieces. He'd lose precious cargo but at the very least the kingdoms couldn't use their heroes anymore. He'd be able to pick up the pieces later. If he was lucky, there'd be enough to use necromance spells on them. Glory be if that was the case.

The catapults fired, ready to rain down their payloads on the house-

"Protection!" A huge, magical barrier of yellow holy light appeared before the house. The payloads smashed against it, doing no harm to the house or the occupants. Another beautiful girl of blonde hair stood in front of the house with her staff raised.

"I will not let you harm our children, monsters!" Priestess, or High Priestess as she was called now, cried out into the night.

"Every damn time!" Last Brother Warlock shook his fist in rage, "Ogres! Destroy that barrier!"

Yes, he had three powerful ogres on his team. The brothers were powerful beyond compare. They could easily destroy this barrier as they had many adventurers in the past. Their magic was beyond human understanding. They'd take down that barrier and-

"Meteor Swarm!" Another voice called out. A hail of large orbs of fire cascaded down upon the ogres. They cried out in pain as they were enveloped, burning to a crisp as were the evil beings around them. None of them were spared its wrath.

"Oh me, oh my." Arc Mage tittered, "You've gone and pissed me off. You shouldn't have done that."

"FUCK!" Last Brother Warlock cried out into the night, "You damned heroes! You can't just lie down and die."

Within the house, two soldiers had managed to sneak their way inside. Most of their comrades were dead, but they had been stealthier and kept going when the others retreated. They hadn't been stupid enough to attack one of the heroes and no doubt they would have had to leave the house to actually defeat the army outside. Yes, this was their chance.

The first soldier rounded the corner, ready to take on whatever mighty warrior that could present themselves or just steal the kids. What he hadn't expected was to see a red headed farm girl. He grinned. This would be-

She punched him in the face hard enough to knock him out cold, sending him crashing into the wall behind him. The other warrior jumped back frightened but he was prepared. She was unarmed and he was ready to take her life.

He never got a chance as a sharp pen was thrown hard enough to pierce his skull.

Guild Girl snorted as she walked over the body, "All those years of throwing pens at rowdy adventurers paid off I guess."

"Serves him right for coming after the kids," Cow Girl growled.

The army he had so painstakingly built was shattered before his very eyes. Nothing he had done had truly prepared him for this kind of slaughter. He had failed spectacularly. His forces, some of the strongest beings in the land, were being shredded into pieces. Last Brother Warlock was rolling on the ground, clutching his head as he cried out in sheer frustration.

"Gods of evil, why have you forsaken me?" He shouted, "This was to be my night of victory, yet this happens? Ugh, no, no, no, no. I'm supposed to win, damn it."

He stopped and took a deep breath. He snarled and jumped to his feet, "That's it. I'll rebuild a better army. A grander army that will destroy everything it touches. I will become the new demon lord. Do you hear me? I will!"

"No, you won't." A new voice spoke up. This one was definitely male. Low and gruff.

Last Brother Warlock turned around. He was prepared for a fight. To battle one of the nations strongest warriors. No doubt it would be a battle for the ages. They'd never forget it as long as the world of man would exist. That is what he deserved. That is what he wanted most.

Yet that's not what stood before him. No, it was an ordinary man in run down armor. His weapons were just a merely small shield and short sword. There was nothing special about him to look at. It was like watching a museum piece walking around. It was sad and pathetic in his eyes.

"Ha," Last Brother Warlock snickered, "And who are you supposed to be? I didn't know they hired mooks to do their bidding."

"I am Goblin Slayer."

Last Brother Warlock's world ceased to be at that moment. Everything went white as he tried to process what he had just heard. Was his hearing off? No. No he heard this man crystal clear. So his vision returned but it was stained red. He was shaking with pure anger.

"Goblin Slayer?" He growled, "Goblin Slayer?"

"Yes," was the reply. The voice was so monotone that the warlock could have sworn the man before him was bored.

"You can't be him," he replied, "He is a man who has thwarted the forces of evil many times. He has destroyed beasts of great magnitude. He has even amassed a harem of some of the most powerful women in the world. He is a great man and worthy of being my opponent. You can't be him!"

"I am."

Last Brother Warlock shook his head, "No. My opponent was supposed to be a powerful warrior. Not just some country bumpkin. How did you do it? All of that if you have not one powerful item on you?"

"My friends helped me," Goblin Slayer said.

"And the wives?"

"I still don't know," Goblin Slayer stated, "But I love them anyway."

"Those answers don't tell me a damn thing," Last Brother Warlock felt ready to tear this man apart, "You are a disgrace to heroes. You shouldn't be like this. You should have a powerful suit of armor and a magical weapon. You should be able to throw down with the gods. That's the enemy I deserve." He huffed, "At least you were prepared for my army."

"I was prepared for goblins," Goblin Slayer said, "I didn't know you were coming."

Last Brother Warlock stared at him in shock, "What? But those traps were so elaborate. Surely you wouldn't waste them on goblins. Surely you would use them on me? The greatest threat you ever faced."

"Goblins are more of a threat," the man's answer was short and simple.

It pissed the warlock off like no other. The evil magic user raised his hand to point at him, "Damn you. Damn you for everything. I'm more important than a goblin. Do you hear me? I'm more important!"

"No," was the only answer.

Magic pooled into Last Brother Warlock's hands, "I'll show you. I'll show everyone. I am the last of many powerful brothers. I will shape this world into my own image. I will live forever and be remembered as the greatest threat the kingdoms ever face. If I am to die, it will be against a hero of great magnitude. My story will be sung for ages. I will not die against a man who thinks that pathetic goblins, creatures too weak for even my army, are more pressing concerns then me."

"They are though," Goblin Slayer simply answered.

"Why don't you just die," with that, he sent forth a bolt of pure darkness. Surely the man would perish. He did not deserve to face the likes of him. No. This 'Goblin Slayer' was a mockery of everything a hero stood for. He would not stand for it. He'd kill this man and run and if he is to die, let it be by the Hero's blade. Yes, that is-

Goblin Slayer rolled out of the way of the bolt and threw his sword.

Last Brother Warlock gasped and took a step back. It had happened quicker then he had thought. The man had dodged. A silly notion. The warlock rarely missed. His temper must have gotten the best of him or this man was just so used to dodging bolts of magic that it came naturally. He looked down to see the man's sword in his chest. A line of blood trailed down his lips.

"No," he fell to his knees. "In one blow… by a mortal man with no magical weapons. I… I can't die like a pathetic rat… I…" He fell to the side.

Last Brother Warlock perished.

Hello everyone. Sorry for the delay. Took me a bit to get this chapter right. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I really wanted to show off everyone here with at least one big scene. All of the characters have their own strengths and aren't to be taken lightly. As well, it was done to show something I do love about Goblin Slayer. He's a mortal man. Mundane in every way with nothing special on him. That's what I like about him and while his kids are going to get crazy powers and weapons (because look at their moms), he will remain the same. For his strength comes from his mind and the people around him. {Not to say stories that give him powers are bad. There are two really good stories that do that: Heart Slayer and Howl of Vengeance are both good stories and you should check them out.)

I hope you guys liked it and leave a comment. They are very much appreciated.