A heavy rainfall drowned the island at the edge of Pargoina Empire.
Surrounded by nothing but tidal waves, the island was an abyssal place.
A place that had so much mana it created a foggy atmosphere.
"Damn, this place is a ss."
Samyaza's voice echoed within the place as he looked around.
His gaze slowly landed on the huge crater at the very center of the place.
A tomb of the man who liberated slavery from Lumina was supposed to be there.
The man who was buried by the primordial gods themselves.
But... now the eerie gate of hell had replaced it.
Black mist spilled from the gate like blood from a wound, staining the ground and the air itself.
Crackling sounds echoed softly as reality warped around its presence.
Samyaza narrowed his eyes as he looked at the crater.
Even though he knew what was about to happen, his heart wouldn't calm down.
Anxiety flooded his body like bile as he drew in a deep breath.
The air trembled around him.
The gate of hell flared up, showing signs of explosions.
But it didn't break yet; tears appeared on the surface of the gate.
A hand shot up from it, making the tear even bigger.
The hand was unlike anything.
Neither human nor beast, it was skeletal, but layered with molten veins of crimson and obsidian.
It gripped the edge of the gate with a sickening screech, burning away the ground it touched.
Another hand followed, then shoulders, and slowly...
A figure began to pull itself through.
The rain seed to avoid the figure entirely, evaporating into steam before it could touch it.
Finally, the figure stepped out fully.
It was tall—impossibly tall and handso—as his body began to regenerate.
As flesh and skin grew on its body, a recognizable face began to form.
Samyaza rembered seeing him.
The being who was supposed to be dead.
.....Moshel.
But Samyaza knew better who he was.
"It's been a while." His usual smile returned as he said, "Big brother."
The man smiled, his eyes closed as he felt the feeling of the surface.
He had been living in hell for such a long ti to the point of being sick of it.
The man no, the monster opened his pure white eyes slowly.
Despite the storm, despite the mist, his gaze alone seed to burn through the world.
"How long has it been?" His deep voice echoed as he looked at Samyaza.
"Close to three thousand years," Samyaza replied, placing his hand behind him. "That was the second ti you were sealed in hell."
"He" nodded his head thoughtfully. "The cycle still goes on, huh?"
"How did you get out?" Samyaza asked, walking closer.
"Oh, so devotees of Molech were trying to summon a dead god."
"He" replied as a robe covered his naked body.
Samyaza tilted his head. "You tricked them?"
"I offered them a deal."
"He" corrected Samyaza. "They are still getting a dead god."
Samyaza chuckled at the poor luck of those who made a deal with him.
As he knows it never ends well.
"Anyway."
"He" whispered, his deep burning hatred clear in his voice.
"Where is Azrael's reincarnation?"
Samyaza felt "his" anger and hatred clearly.
It was so suffocating that everything around him trembled—even the space.
Still, Samyaza kept his cool.
He tilted his head. "Why do you ask?"
"Why. Do. You. Ask, you say?"
The ground beneath Samyaza's feet cracked as "he" took a step forward.
"So I can devour him! To tear out his soul and erase his existence from every plane, from every mory."
Samyaza smiled gently. "Calm down, big brother."
"Tell where he is!"
"He" barked, glaring at Samyaza.
"I don't know."
Samyaza shook his head in response.
"Soone tampered with his soul, and now no one can find him."
"....What?"
It took "him" a few seconds to ask.
"It's true, a girl did it," Samyaza replied, looking at him. "Morningstar t 'her' when he was chasing a piece of his soul."
"Who is she?"
"He" asked, his voice calr than before now.
"We don't know." Samyaza shook his head. "She briefly fought with Morningstar before vanishing. Since then we can't find her or Azrael's soul."
"Morningstar just let her go?"
"No." Samyaza shook his head. "She injured him... alone."
"That's impossible!"
"That's what he told ." Samyaza shrugged in response. "Anyway, why don't we chill—."
"Would he co out if I started killing innocents?"
"He" said, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
"You won't do anything like that." Samyaza replied, his expression turning serious. "I won't let you."
"He" turned to look at Samyaza, his cold eyes crucifying him.
"Are you going to stop now, little brother?"
"Anything you do now will only make the restructuring of Kyr'Vhal speed up."
Samyaza said, fixing up his vintage suit.
"Tell , what would he do when he ets you—the one who betrayed him."
"His" expression turned grim as he looked at Samyaza.
When the creator god had the origin race as his worshippers.
He wanted a perfect version of those worshippers.
Soone who was flawless, with no decay, no betrayal, no weakness.
So Kyr'Vhal created "him."
Yet—
Kyr'Vhal made sure he would never reach his level.
Making the flawless being flawed.
This... led to the betrayal that eventually beca the reason for the creator god's death.
"Now," Samyaza said, with a light bow. "Shall we move, big brother?"
"Don't act friendly, Samyaza."
"He" said as he started to move.
Samyaza's lips twitched as he stared at his back.
"Then should I call you, Prince of Hell?"
He asked, walking towards him.
"Or should it be—
—Lord Satan."
***
"Shorty!"
Zenith's gaze quickly turned towards as an annoyed look appeared on her face.
"Don't call that!?"
She snapped, pointing at as I took out sothing from my bracelet.
My eyes t with Siersha, who stood calmly on the side.
I chose to ignore her for now.
"Here."I passed Zenith a bottle as I ca closer. "Drink it."
Zenith snatched it from , looking at it. "Chocolate milk?"
"Yep." I replied, ruffling her hair. "Don't you like it?"
"I don't." She groaned but still opened the bottle to take a sip.
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"To et Aimar." I said, leading the way.
Zenith drank from the bottle as she looked at suspiciously.
"What?" I asked.
"Where does chocolate milk co from?" She asked, looking at .
"Hmm."
I pretended to think about it.
"Pretty sure they co from chocolate cows."
"Liar." She rebuked, slapping my arm. "Do you think I am five or what?"
I looked at her as if I was seeing an idiot.
"Do I need to prove it or what?" I asked, taking out my phone. "Have you ever tried strawberry milk?"
"Yes." She replied. "Why do you ask?"
"See this." I passed my phone, showing her a video of a pink cow giving milk.
But the color of the milk was pink as well.
"..."
She dumbfoundedly looked at the video without a word.
Finally, she whispered, "So they don't co from strawberry plants?"
"...."
Why is she so dumb?
A sudden tug on my sleeve made look back at Siersha.
She urged to move further away from Zenith.
I sighed, slowly walking back.
Zenith was busy with the phone so it wasn't that hard.
"What?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"When are you going to feed ?" She whispered back, her body touching mine. "I am starving, you know."
I glanced at the vampire's face.
The way she took in deep breaths around like she was aroused was....weird.
I gave her a deadpan look.
"Not now," I muttered under my breath. "And we are making a new deal."
"Huh?" She whispered, looking at . "Why are you—."
"Shut up." I whispered, glaring at her. "You either accept the deal or forget about my blood."
She glared back but she folded quickly. "Fine. I accept."
"At least listen to the condition." I replied, keeping my voice low. "What if I choke you for a minute in exchange?"
"....I don't mind."
I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.
'Is she really that down bad for my blood?'
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'....Nah.'
Why does it feel like she is obsessed with my blood or maybe ?
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'Yeah, my bad.'
I sighed, looking at Siersha who t my gaze.
She smiled sweetly, almost innocently.
My intrusive thoughts won as I raised my hand and—
Gently slapped her face.
Despite the humiliation she was supposed to feel, Siersha just smiled sweetly.
I clicked my tongue as I stepped away from her.
My fucking pride makes want to hurt her more.
"Himl! Himl!"
Zenith quickly rushed back to .
"Yeah?" I asked, looking at her.
"Where does almond milk co from?" She asked, blinking innocently.
"When you feed a normal cow almonds." I replied with the most random answer.
"Oh."
And she nodded thoughtfully.
'This girl is hopeless,' I sighed inwardly.
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