Chapter 52: Ch. 52 Coming back to Belzabus.
Done with Lilith, Rathlore stretched and got out of the bed, robes appearing on his body instantaneously. Yes, he had taken most of hell, for he did leave the King of Belzabus alive. But besides that, what about his own grandfather, Draycus Arcoin? His own ancestor, Kashiren considered Draycus as merely a thief, for he had taken the black ring from him. Bur for whatever reason, Kashiren did not go after it!
But what did this mean? Either although the black ring was very powerful object, considered a God level object to demons and humans alike, to Kashiren it was dismissed as purely a object of some power, that was not worth going after; Or his own grandfather, Draycus Arcoin who ascended to earth taking the ring with him while leaving Kashiren in hell, for if the Great Demon King did go to the earth realm, he could not go back to his domain!
But also, even when Kashiren finally ascended to earth and greater realms, he dismissed the fact that his own blood had taken his belonging, and did not go after it!
But leaving his thoughts behind, he then dissapeared with Lilith, Lydia, and Tyra, back to Belzabus. To which, a significant sight widened all of their own eyes as they all, including Rathlore, looked in surprise!
Belzabus, the great kingdom that it was, was no more! Demon blood filled the city, the lifeless bodies of demons, their children included: For as it appeared, the Great King of Belzabus was truly insane as Rathlore had destroyed his own family!
To which the four walked to the castle, blood thick as oil, dripped from their shoes, with each step they took. Opening the large doors of the castle, they entered to see a sight that was even more greater than the first, for there stood the King of Belzabus, in his snake form, his green scales glowing as the light showered over him, while his eyes blazed with anger as he then twisted himself to face them.
Looking at the sight of them, he laughed as his voice echoed around the room, his own body shaking from them. "You..." He hissed at Rathlore. "A mere mortal of earth that disgraced my own family, including my own kingdom!" He declared as he then looked at the others around his own enemy.
Which widened at the sight of the three women, one of whom he distinctly knew as his own daughter! The others, one who he respectively knew as the Empress of the First realm, the other, he did not know except that her own power was greater than the Empress!
But seeing this, he lost control of himself, hitting a pillar with his tail, breaking it as the pieces descend upon the group.
His eyes flared with great hatred as he screamed. "Where are they?" To which, casting the pieces away from himself and his own women, smiled at the despicable form of the King of Belzabus, who looked at him with such great hatred.
"Where are they? Interesting question you should ask me! Though I feel you should truly know their whereabouts, as they are your own Queens! One of them which I truly thank you for not plundering, as she delightfully was deflowered by myself!" Rathlore declared as his body rose from the ground.
The King's eyes flickered with a glaring gaze fixed upon Rathlore when he heard of his virgin queen and with another move, broke another pillar, sending a part of the roof to collapse behind his 'glorious' snake body, leaving his own body hidden by the dust that it had created.
To this sight, he nodded to Lilith who then rushed into the smoke, disappearing in the dusty creamy white and gray dust. Closing his own eyes, his ears heard the sounds of slapping, howls, and hisses, as he then smiled, enjoying the sounds of spells cracking. A while later, his eyes opening, he found the King of Belzabus in his snake form being dragged across the floor by Lilith! Along with bruses and blood dripping from his own body that was being dragged, with a defeated look upon his face, his snake eyes looked upon Rathlore with no hope in them.
Looking at his own hand, Rathlore then rose it and stopping as he looked at the King of Belzabus, let it fall, descending upon the face of the once great king! With a slap echoing around the room, all of Rathlore's women looked in disbelief, for the head of snake lay embedded upon the wall of the room, changing back into the face of the demon king.
Curling his finger, the head that lay embedded in the wall dissapeared, returning from whence it came! The eyes of the King widened as a look of horror appeared upon his face, for he was...alive? Yes, he was, and by a mere curl of a finger!
"What..." He began as he looked around the room. "How...?" He began again, confused as to what had just happened, while shackles twirled around him, binding his own body to the ground.
"Your queens are merely trash; no, less than that! Yet you consider them as precious jewels that add value to your own life! Yes, you strive for greater power as your own father before yourself did, but meaningless was it! Wasting your own time for a false cause, as our own ancestor destroyed your bloodline to save his daughter, while mine escaped with his own; Your hatred from birth was born to protect you from the very existence of the demoness Lilith that all but a few knew, yet is behind you as my own; For all your attacks and defenses ended in defeat." Rathlore said as he looked at the fallen king.
"Yet I merely pity you, as your own son in law; For yes, I have taken your queens along with your own daughters; Although one of them peaked my very interest, it was plainly dismissed as her willpower was less than your own daughter, Tyra." He said as floated above the ground.
The King of Belzabus turned white as a sheet, spitting blood. "You...killed them!" He exclaimed as he trembled before Rathlore as his eyes began to change, destroying all shackles that held him, and furiously punched Rathlore.
But going through Rathlore's own body, the King of Belzabus stumbled to the floor, wide eyed as his attack did nothing to his enemy!
Smirking, Rathlore then uttered a spell as the king dissapeared into the ground, to which all three of his women looked at him, questionably.
"Gravity." He uttered as with a motion of his wrist, the king appeared once again before him. "I reject all ideas of leaving you alive. Your impudent self has ruined all chances for leaving yourself alive; Die!" Rathlore declared as a sword appeared in his own hands, slicing the king's head off his own body.
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Celestial Realm.
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An old man with white hair sat magnificently on a couch, his eyes purely white. Adorned in a bright red robe, He sat, never moving. Until he spat blood, to which his own body turned red as he then roared throughout the realm.
"Oclycus, my own grandson has been slain! Who cares to cause such havoc against me? You shall perish from whence you came, becoming an abomination to all! As he then slammed a sword into the ground that appeared suddenly before him, cracking the floor below him; But he, himself did not care for the one who had angered him so shall truly die!
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