Walking through the halls, the pools of blood began to reveal entrails, limbs, and various body parts that seemed underdeveloped. Eyes that seemed barely formed, limbs that were more of a lump than it was anything else.
But as I gazed upon all this tragedy, I could not help but feel anything; it was almost like staring at art. A fucked up art, but as my footsteps echoed, everything around me felt like a red painting drawn on a different type of canvas. It was beautiful, filled with insanity I don't think I'll ever understand.
"Zanris would love this shit? It would be her fucking wet dream here."
"Come-Come!" A startling voice of a fiend cried, jarring me from my admiration of the canvas around me.
"Are you my guardian here?" I asked, pivoting my eyes back to Zax two steps away.
The imp smiled and bowed, 'But of course, my Master." He said in an elegant tone as his eyes shimmered a scarlet light.
"We'll see,"
Picking up the pace past the growing limbs that were slowly beginning to become full-on bodies torn to shreds, I found myself before a large ancient stone gate oozing a hellish aura that made my soul shutter at its presence.
"Is this a seal?" I said, studying the infernal runes that made my heart tremble.
Approaching, I frown, running my fingers over the infernal stript that read, " When a broken man of a pure heart falls into sin, the—"
"Greyson and Ren!'
Shaking, I felt the hairs all over me stand on end, and I tried to read through the text that a strange force had withered away.
Pushing the towering gate over twenty meters in length, filled with skulls of various demons and devils I'd recognized and some I didn't, the Devil Gate was pushed open without issue.
"Zax, what happened to all the Hell Fiends? Bael hadn't written about them."
"Sealed, my Lord."
"Sealed where?"
Zax had turned silent, but the implication was clear. Grey, the man of a pure heart that broke, had shattered one of the seals in hell.
"His wife," I muttered, " His wife must be involved. Fucking Hell."
Dashing through the gateway, I bolted as sweat began to slip from my brow.
"GREY!!!" Eroma's hoarse voice bellowed as I arrived before a large opening with a dome-shaped ceiling depicting fiends praying on angels, and demons alike, ravaging through the cosmos; they bore their fangs at everything and everyone, even the hand that had created them.
I snapped my head back to Greyson standing over a mountain of children and infants torn to shreds, with blood painting his lips in a smile. I could not believe I was looking at the same poised man who trained me in the art of schemes.
"You've come!" Grey howled as his laughter resounded like a laughing cry that made my heart bleed. Watching the black tears flowing from his eyes and the bright smile on his lips, I could not help but think of myself back then in Midgard.
"What the hell is going on, uncle," I asked, boggled by whatever could have done this.
"Failure!" He shouted, "Failure, because of you."
Taken back, I saw Zax approach and bow his head towards Greyson, " I pay respects to the first Disciple of the Fallen, Moloch."
"What the Hell!?"
"I'd forgotten about you! Yes, I'd forgotten," Greyson rambled as two wings of absolute black sprouted out from his back. " But what do you think, Arsene? What do you think of this form?"
A Fallen? That's not possible.
No! I can't focus on that.
"Greyson, what the bloody hell has happened," I shouted, approaching Eroma, who was trembling in a fury. I'd only seen in demons. "How did you become Moloch's disciple?"
"Because if I didn't, I would have been Belphegor Thalls."
"The Grimoire, Rituals of Damnation—"
"Written by The Lord of Damnation, Belphegor, " Greyson said, sliding down the bodies as though he were snowboarding. He smiled, "The plot of Mephsio protected you, but I wasn't, nor was my wife."
"I've been researching how to resurrect someone for more than a billion years, more than a half a cycle, and with each failure, I felt I was getting closer. I'd always thought I was getting closer till I found myself cutting into a mother just to preserve a perfect specimen to resurrect my true love. It was all for her AHAHAHAHAHA~.' BUT YOU! YOU! FUCKED ME, YOU AND YOUR DAMN FAMILY!"
'Grey—"
"Shut your fucking mouth!" He howled, and his arm flashed, gripping my throat, lifting me off my feet; startled by this change as I'd assume we were humans, I grunted.
"No. No. No. No. No. No. it's not your fault you didn't ask to be a Snow, nor did I. Just bad luck, just bad luck," He rambled on, releasing me with a large smile. "Master had told me that Belphegor was just fucking with me, watching me squirm without hope. He came to me with my wife's soul, and a contract was made, her life for my freedom."
"You fool, you made a deal with a Fallen!" Eroma snapped fearlessly, approaching Greyson, sending a ruthless punch over his face.
"Your freedom! Are you mad? He could do whatever he wanted with—
"Come now, Eroma? I'm not so bad; Truly, I'm quite a saint, and I really am true to my word." The amused voice of Moloch echoed. "I'm sure you can trust that. After all, I've no reason to lie to someone so weak as you. I just wanted a Snow just for myself."
"Belphegor asked you open this gate, and in exchange, he would give you Grey, isn't that right," I said, connecting a few dots, as I held my neck that was almost crushed by Greyson's immense strength.
"Ding Ding Ding," He said, " And I even got you here fulfilling my deal with Mephisto. Even if you don't recognize him as your Master, he still cares for you. How sweet." He sarcastically said.
"So you just wanted Greyson? But why?"
"This isn't the part where the villain explains his goal." Moloch remarked, "I just wanted to show you that I'll be caring for Greyson and his little wife, my second disciple. I was quite surprised how much of a monster she was when I gathered her soul; this fourth Heaven was way too small for her."
Title: Moloch Disciple
I think this is the first time I'd ever heard someone speak of Greyson's wife; she was always a topic of taboo. He'd only mention it here a few times, never in depth.
The runes below Moloch's right eye shimmered, drawing my attention, but I'd felt something off. "Don't worry, boy, I'm not here to kill you. But you all being here is dangerous, especially since Belphegor is trying to steal Lucifer's army."
"He doesn't know? Isn't this his Hell?"
"Who said we're in the Hells? If we were, you would not be this sane, even if Zariel had sealed most of your memories regarding them." He said, and I felt my heart clench, forcing me to chant the Path of Abyssal Night to force down the memories of what had happened.
"So this is all for what?"
"Well, I've got what I want, and I've given a chance for Belphegor to take everything away without Lucifer knowing; this might actually save you from him. You know he his pissed at you," He said when suddenly, I stared at Grey.
"Is he alive?"
"Who?"
"My Grandfather?"
Greyson's bloody smile reached up as he opened his palm, revealing the embers of a soul," I killed him the day we were leaving to the Abyss."
"Father," Eroma's voice cracked as he whispered.
"It was a clean death,"
"Stop. Just stop it." Eroma uttered, shaking his head as tears spilled from his eyes," Moloch, will he always be like this?"
"Belphegor has corrupted a great deal of his mind, so it'll take a few cycles to wash away his corruption, which is when I promise him I'll—"
'Good, and it will be that day you realize what you've done, Grey." He said, cutting Moloch short, trembling where he stood, "I hope she is as forgiving as you once believed she was Grey: killing your Father, betraying your family, all this just to get her—"
Whipping my hand over Eroma's neck with the help of the Will of the Abyss, the light filling his eyes went dead.
Catching this loyal soldier in my arms, still shedding tears over his lost Father, my heart couldn't have felt more bitter regarding this entire situation.
"You'll have to step your game up, Arsene." Moloch suddenly said, "As a former Archangel, you must understand how terrifying the Law of Concordance truly is. It's not something you can take likely."
"So were allies now?"
"You make it sound like I did anything? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself or Belphegor. But it's fine if you hate me; I'm a lord of Sacrifice, and who do you know loves to sacrifice? Whether it's for good or bad, I benefit anyway. And the outcome is always bitterness or sadness."
I stared at the Fallen, who had continued to smile, and my eyes narrowed, "I'm weak now, but no transgression against me will ever fade."
"I'd hope they don't. Until we meet in Arcadia," He said when everything around me suddenly vanished, and I appeared in a large decorated room with a lather of gold. It was regal, as they come filled with a necrotic form that almost bent my soul, forcing me to bend a knee.
"How've you been, Arsene?" Lucifer's cold icy voice reached out.
Startled, I looked down, noticing Eroma missing, and frowned, " What have you done?"
"He's fine; Izavith wanted him for some reason." He explained, leaning on his chin in a slouch.
"I spoke with that bastard Michael whether I should kick your ass for your brother defiling my daughter, and you know what he said?"
"Knowing my luck, I think he said go for it."
"Yup? So you ready?"
"This is some bullshit. Are you really going to bully me?!" I howled, taking a step back, cursing Zariels name to the deepest depths of Hell and highest of Heavens.
"Not yet, only stating something you've got to look forward to." He jeered and leaned up from this simple-looking throne.
"So, you know all that happened?"
"I know, and I allowed it to happen because I have a plan of my own; I'd like to teach your son or daughter." He said, startling me.
"Huh? We're to be enemies. You even said you would gather an army to battle the Abyss."
"I know what I said motherfucker, and I will, but there is something about this situation I don't like. Mephisto is too much in control. So I'll be granting you my assistance with the bun."
"We've got Aurelia; I'm sure you gave her all your Artes and Spells," I said, as Lucifer had seemed to be an overprotective father. I'm sure he'd restart the war with Heaven if she asked him.
"I did"
"Do you have any other fighting training experience?"
"Nope.
Fucking Hell, why is it all these peak monsters haven't ever trained, anyone? Then again, I've not trained anyone before. Should I take on a disciple? Fuck no, so he can try to fuck my daughter? I'll kill him, and if it's a female, I'm definitely going to smash her. There's no winning. As for my son, hmmm, that leaves the question, is anyone good enough to teach him? Same for my baby girl.
Izavith is something special, but Lucifer? He'll turn my babies against me, which would make me proud, having to break their spirit as all parents have before.
"I can see fumes flying off your head," Lucifer pointed out, giving a wry chuckle, " believe me, if it weren't to get closer to my daughter and possibly see one particular someone from the Forsaken Clan, I'd not be the least bit interested.
"Who?"
"None of your damn business. If Arcadia is what I think it is, we'll all be entering a higher Heaven, so our power will be halved, and we'll have to start back in cultivation, which isn't really that big a deal. It'll only take a few days for us to become supreme."
Eyes widening, I flinched, " That quick?"
"Arsene, the max Heaven I'm in right now is seven thousand and twenty-seven. Heavenly Dao has failed, so one must turn to Mortal Dao to take advantage of every Heaven. Do you think I've got time to be grinding each Heaven I come across?" he questioned, rolling his eyes, " I run Hell, and the Origin Realm, the land once known as Eden.
"So it is infinite. The Myriad Heavens."
"It's all an illusion," Lucifer said, carelessly shrugging his shoulders, making light of the situation, "And illusion so real that we believe its real when in truth the only thing that matters is this Realm. That's why we named it Origin. The rest is just a game for Father's amusement."
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