[I must point out that I don't fully understand vengeance.]
[I do not know who my maker is, and yet I understand that someone did make me. The beings you call Gods perhaps made me? Perhaps I was made by a darker entity, a Demon? I do not know, and over time I've learned not to ask that question.]
[I picked you as my first host because you exemplify great power, and the great power I offer is a stamp of the adequate mixture between us. I believe that the weak shall mingle amongst the weak, and the strong amongst the strong. Everything beyond that point is beneath me, and I do not care to explore it, even if I don't understand it.]
[Likewise, I do not understand your need for vengeance, Clayton, and I don't care to understand it either, but I will help you. I will be with you until I've decided otherwise, and so while I'm here, we shall plague the lands if that's what you wish. I'm a Cloning System, after all, and I specialize in cloning the undead. I'm not your moral guide.]
"You sound awfully wise," He smiled for once. "We have a deal, then. Help me get my revenge, and in return I'll give you anything you wish for."
[Perhaps I didn't make myself clear?]
[I already got what I wished for. I mixed my great powers with your great powers, and everything beyond that point is purely experimental. I shall leave when the time comes, but for now, I will help you exact your revenge.]
"Sounds good to me," He nodded. "Start by helping me win this bloodbath. My brothers and sisters in faith are struggling… can you make these undead buffoons fight for us?"
[The Undead are yours to command.]
[I cloned them, and now, you must lead them.]
"Oh," He grunted.
Clayton was new to this, that went without saying, so he didn't quite know what to do. A lot of new information was thrown at him, so he was nervous that every following step would be a misstep. He had lived in isolation for decades, after all, and he might be good with a sword, but that was where his skills met with a barricade. He wasn't sure if he was able to lead an army, and quite frankly, he didn't know how either.
He didn't even know how to start. On the other hand, he was too proud to bug the system with simple questions, so he pushed himself, and started yelling out a barrel of commands.
"Go fight, clones!" He shouted.
Afterwards he jumped, and flailed his arms around, pointing above, and past the clones. He was cautious not to trip over the black book that was in front of him, but he clumsily discovered that the book wasn't even physical.
"Figures…" He mumbled. "Why would a normal book write new words by itself? This is some odd ghost book… useful, kind of?"
The clones stared at him as if he had cussed out their mother. They were present, their movements were far too calculated to be mistaken with that of a mindless zombie's, and yet, they did not take a single step despite the commands he gave them.
Confused and irritated, he elbowed past them, and started picking up his speed, running to battle. As he did so, he briefly looked back and saw that the clones were following him. All ninety of them banded together, and slowly started moving.
At some point they ran past him, and slammed into the battlefield, weapons forward, but practically unused. They didn't swing at the enemy, they just followed the moves of their new master, as if they were a hivemind.
Clayton didn't know what to do, but once he was among the enemy, he started draining their Life Essence.
This time, he didn't unleash the Life Draining Mist, because he feared that he'd kill his friends, the fellow Followers of Thaleena, so he went with the alternative, which he thought of naming The Demon's Kiss.
Naming any ability of his after demons was ironic, considering that accusations revolving around demons was what got his family killed so many years ago, but Clayton was no idiot. He was discovering that the King and his men had a reason to fear him, and his abilities.
Clayton had never killed a man before today, but he also discovered that the old books he read had heavily downplayed what a Fleshmancer was capable of. System or not, he was a true danger to society, far stronger than any bland Necromancer could ever be, and so he aimed to act appropriately. To embrace his abilities, the names he gave them had to sound linear to what he was capable of.
In this case, The Demon's Kiss ability was best used to drain the Life Essence out of his enemies from up close, one man at a time. He could kill any target he picked within seconds, draining the life out of them with a serpentine red mist that came out of any target's mouth as soon as he initiated the ability.
This might be a slow approach, but it was the best he could think of right now, as again, he didn't want to hurt his friends.
The clones started mimicking his approach to some extent. They finally started using their weaponry, and swung against the crowd.
Fireballs started flying from both sides. He was hit a couple of times, but he quickly recovered.
For the two times he was hit, his clones attacked the enemy with at least ten times the force!
Clayton discovered that his clones hadn't lost their magical abilities. Most of them could shoot fireballs, and so they used that to their advantage to burn a portion of the enemy brigade to the ground!
Just like that, he figured out how to command them. They didn't respond to verbal commands, but visual ones. If their master attacked a group, they followed suit!
The Followers of Thaleena, or the survivors, at least, watched in confusion and fear as they saw the undead soldiers pierce through the enemy brigade. They did not know what was going on, but they understood that a fight to the death was no longer a good motive.
The Undead were helping them for reasons they could not understand. They were albeit weirded out by this, so they backed away, one by one. They walked past the burned down chapel, and watched the rest of the battle play out. Their plan was that if things went south, they were to spread out, and flee, because they were coming to the realization that this battle was no longer their own!
Clayton did not slow down. When he noticed that his brothers and sisters in faith were no longer fighting, he was ready to unleash the Life Draining Mist, and end this battle quickly, but then again he was scared of being overrun by the enemy after the initial mist. He was scared that the mist would kill his clones before the enemy did, after which he'd get overrun by what remained of the brigade.
For that matter, as he stepped over the recent dead bodies of his enemies, he got another idea that should replace the Life Draining Mist.
He shouted, "System, I need more slaves!"