Chapter 54: Ch. 54 Ascending from Hell.
Yes, this necklace of Pashara was held by Kashiren, and how did it appear in Rathlore's own hands? Simply when Kashiren appeared before his descendant, and his own daughter, although he held his own wife's relic, Rathlore had replaced it with a copy of the same aura.
Yet, though he felt a slight difference, Kashiren dismissed it as his interest was focused on the changing body of his own descendant, that held many powers of many creatures that he truly believed was an abomination! And the aura that it held was almost as great as his own, so that as he was greatly distracted by Rathlore's own body.
So with his eyes gleaming with happiness, Draycus Arcoin smiled wildly as his own aura spiked creating ripples of gigantic power that cracked the walls of the room. His own robe flaring from the intensity, he looked at his own grandson.
"Finally we have accomplished what our own ancestor could not do, my grandson!" Draycus proclaimed happily as he then broke through, unleashing an even greater aura then before!
This sight of Draycus as he began to float upwards shone even brighter as two arms appeared, as he then took form of a four armed demon!
As the necklace then vanished from his hands, it appeared on Draycus's own neck as four weapons appeared in front of each of the four arms; A deep dark red sword that as it suddenly appeared, to which Tyra fell to her knees when she was still in her father's old love chambers, for this sword only a few of demon royalty could weld, Draycus being one, for one ability that it had was strike fear in all demon nobility!
For the second, a light blue spear, to all knew well belonged to sea people of earth, Alantians! The third, a spellbinding white sword, that none except Draycus knew the origin of, while the fourth, the last, was a dark green cup!
Yes, the dark green cup was, if they knew, was a long lost treasure that had been stolen from the elves! Called Eternal Life, this cup could, if the user willed, destroy groups with earth vines to bringing a person back to life, if their "will" was still inside their own body.
As to this sight, Rathlore smirked as he stood still, his eyes glowing with no fear, but interest. For this was expected from when he started to take over hell! Suddenly, Draycus held all his four arms towards his own grandson, for he had served his own purpose, conquering hell for himself!
While sending all his weapons, along with a great demonic magic towards his own grandson, it ended in a spellbinding rainbow of colors that blinded the room, an eruption of horrific power that rippled through the realm.
Opening his own eyes, after blinking for many times as his eyes adjusted, his mouth fell as Rathlore still stood, and yet, unharmed! Frowning, Draycus angrily again attacked as a even greater force assaulted his own grandson, and yet again it did nothing.
"Why...?" He asked in puzzlement, his infuriating gaze burning into Rathlore who simply stood before him, unharmed from his powerful attacks.
Rathore smiled as a even more greater aura surrounded him, overshadowing his own grandfather's who looked in surprise, for this very aura was as great as Kashiren's! Which was one cultivation level than his own! Beginning to tremble, his eyes widened in disbelief, for how could his own grandson, many ages younger than himself, have a greater cultivation than himself who had for all his life built up to?
Indeed, this grandson of his was talented, more so than himself! But truly, he did indeed have Pashara's own necklace, which meant he did have control over all the realms of hell, right? Yes, he did but it did not limit any demon of his own blood to stay at a level underneath himself! Which truly meant that he, himself had indeed failed in failure.
Because now his own grandson stood before him with a greater cultivation than himself, which he had already tried to kill! Thus, his own body stood, trying to withstand this dreadful aura that was crushing him, not to willingly surrender himself to a mere grandson.
But alas, although he withstood the great aura that surrounded him, he spat a mouthful of blood upon the marble floor, falling to his own knees as after withstanding that frightful, no, dreadful aura of his own grandson!
"I recognize you as my own grandfather, Draycus Arcoin; but in name....only; For trying to kill me is your own undoing, for I have no need for you, as you for me! Thus, I will take your own cultivation, including those interesting artifacts of great power which you have no doubt stolen, as a mercy. For others, I would truly degrade like Amagon. "
His own eyes widened as Draycus coughed up blood again, hatred in them as they looked up to his own grandson, for who would dare slaughter him, a great demon king who had royal blood within him! Snarling, his eyes blazing, he then smiled.
"Very so, my grandson...If you truly can kill me here! For you cannot kill me, because none of royal blood can kill each other in hell!" Laughing, he looked at Rathlore in mockery; for although the royal blood of Kashiren could kill all, they could not kill their own family descendants!
Yet, Rathlore smirked as he then walked and kicked his own grandfather's head sending him into a wall; for yes indeed what his own grandfather said was indeed true. Closing his own eyes, two purple rings appeared behind himself as Tyra, Lydia, and Lilith came out of one, dressed magnificently in red attire; while from the second, his own children, seven of them along with Haylyke and Yeshira, his other women.
As the rings dissapeared, he smiled as now opening his blue eyes, snapped his fingers, as they all dissapeared, leaving hell in a great beam of colors that ascended them all! While leaving all other demons alone without a king.
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