Why did I need to hold myself back? Why did I need to continue to hide some of my baser instincts? Moderation is important. What Ren-Shii teaches is extreme, in both body and mind, but I am not in the position to reveal who I really am. Not yet. Once I enter the Abyss, Asura will Vanish, and there shall only be Arsene Snow.
"Asura," Elder Gu pleaded, opening his arms to relay his stance. "We are a righteous sect."
I nearly spat at his words. How disdainful that I have fallen so low as to remain here. I need to start pushing the inner devil of a man's heart—I'm tired of being a Star-Lord. I need to start gathering more divinity.
"You cannot speak truth to this demon," Kerr'ii rejoiced, levitating near Elder Gu; he smiled, thinking of me trapped. A fool if I have seen one. "We ought to kill him now, Elder. Why raise a devil cultivator. I'd rather see myself dead than a devil in our Sect."
There was a moment of praise from the opposition. Amused, I snickered, dismissing my spear, back into the Ring of Bael. "You are losing my attention Kerri'ii although your wife didn't. Quite a catch you have there. Don't worry, my friend. I will give your wife a new meaning of balls deep."
Thunder crackled over the twilight. The winds howled under the bloodlust Kerr'ii as he quivered. Anger filled his dark eyes, and fangs extended over his lips, revealing the inner beast.
"What did you say?" Kerri'ii said through clenched teeth.
Laughing derisively, the laws around me began to recede. Taken by my rising body, I glared while peering into his heart. Flickers of images and sounds crept into my mind as the crackles of the master's whip burned like fire against his back. Pleading and begging, the master called to his men.
"Salt the wounds of this filth. A slave should know his place." He commanded, taking apparent pleasure over the young Kerr'ii suffering.
"Master! No! For–"
Having Witnessed enough to grasp of an idea of Kerr'ii past, my laughter only grew. "I expect nothing less from a slave child like yourself." His eyes grew wide, and fear seemed to permeate his expression. "Such a wonder-full countenance."
"That is enough," Elder Gu growled. He glanced back at the ashen Mid-God and shook his head. Undoubtedly not knowing of his past. "Head to Temple and meditate." He ordered sternly, turning his attention back to me, "as for you we–"
Frozen in place alongside Elder Gu, our eyes grew wide as I peered towards Alos, billions of lightyears away. Tremors had ceased control over space. Instinctively I stared, knowing that I was looking in the right direction. My gaze became fixed, and my heart began to shake. I could see small nodes of a scarlet black qi from the void, purer than anything I had felt before. Swirling alongside the winds bringing about fear in many, myself included, the Path of Abyssal Night awakened. Washing away the weakness of my heart, I arched my fingers, allowing a single node of Abyssal QI to fall over the tip of my finger as if it were snow.
"What is this?" Elder Gu said in agitation, clenching his chest near the heart. His shoulders trembled under the power of the abyss.
"Death," I muttered beneath my breath, filling my eyes with divinity. I honed in on the image of the pale gate, countless lightyears away, in another galaxy, all together. The pale gate was glowing. "What has happened?"
"Raise the shields!" A heavy voice ordered. "All four of the superclusters are in the same position. It's all happening at once!"
Dozens of Pillars of multicolored light soon reached the skies in seconds, Unfolding an enormous barrier to cover the Sect and all its people in a blink of an eye. I lifted my hands to block the powerful gust of wild qi whipping past me. A little impressed, I could not help but notice, abyssal qi was still falling over the land like ash.
At the rim of the Sect, at the base of each pillar, stood dozens of squads. All gathered in a circle under each pillar of light. Their faces were grim as the ash of abyssal Qi continued to rain over the Holy Sword City.
Curses of despair began to race from their lips off in the distance, knowing their barrier did nothing. They still maintained the barrier until further notice from the Sect Master.
"What is this?" Said Elder Gu, grimly observing the qi under the misty twilight.
"Abyssal Qi," I answered, "Seen it on Midgard. Look there on Alos. That gate is glowing with the same type of power." I pointed out, narrowing my eyes past the bloody war racing. "It's safe to say something is happening."
"By the Raziel's Grace, "He prayed, catching my attention. My heart sunk. "It's a Horseman Gate! The Pale Gate," He too confirmed, a little too late. "I need to inform the Sect Master."
Whipping past me into the Sect's core, I glanced at the other Mid-Gods, all busy with this strange phenomenon. I was a bit curious, too, but time is not a factor I have. I needed power, and I needed it quick.
Questioning my fellow sect disciples who had exited their cultivation cave to witness what was happening. I found some information regarding the Time Manipulation chambers that was not too far and well within reach of my divine sense.
Racing after my goal, knowing not many had time to deal with me as of yet. I could not be bothered even to care. I was going to abuse the shit out of my position. I was now Sera's disciple, the great Arc-Angel of heaven.
Taking note of the large pasture with a large stone tower, I landed near its crooked base. Noting the few disciples were coming in and out, I approached, where I met another shriveled-headed old man, who seemed closer to death than elder Gu. Blocking the passage to the stairs with his large desk, he slowly opened his hollow eyes.
"Asura Bloodgrave." He asked as if to confirm, in a long-winded manner, apparently not bothered by the Abyssal Qi.
Not sure how he knew my name, I nodded, "The one and only." I answered. "I'm here for a room to train."
"How long?" he asked, and I shrugged.
"Till someone comes looking for me."
His thin lips slightly lifted, "Amusing. I will grant you a thousand-year for each hour in real-time. That is the maxim limit I can grant to chosen like you."
It had been weeks since Zariel entered the Abyss. But not once had I seen him since our meeting—a little annoying since I knew nothing of him, aside from him being Arsene's little brother. Death had confined himself in the conference room, refining Lord Zariels blood, leaving me alone to wander the hollow halls of the Labyrinth of the Pale Gate.
Finding my way through the halls where light did not touch inside a small dome, my eyes skimmed over the bitter faces of the pink-headed doll. Picking herself out of the dirt, she clenched her black-stained sword.
Julius, her opponent, smiled, far more poise than he was before. He carried himself with a hint of grace that hid the savage cravings from the non-discerning eye. Fitted in loose gray garments made for comfort, he lowered the tip of his saber to the ground.
"Master Ava," He softly addressed, "You are without a doubt improving. But if I may, you need some experience. It's been a couple of dozen years since we started, but I feel like you need a break."
"A break?" I called out, somewhat intrigued. Never have I heard of a cultivator ever taking a break. Especially we of the Abyss. We were unlike other races. With our comprehension of every Dao, we would always comprehend something. Ava was no different, even if she struggled now against a full-fledged Master like Julius and not one of his clones created by the Labyrinth. There was no need for a break.
"My Lady," Julius greeted, falling to one knee; he bowed his head. Nodding in recognition, I glanced at the bloodied body of Ava as she glanced at me, carrying confusion.
"Master, even Master Death has said that I am to have a break every couple of years." She hastily defended, to my surprise. Standing in front of Julius, her tone carried a hint of worry.
Interested in what I was witnessing, I played along, "Did he? And what was the logic behind that?"
Ava was always shy. Never before had she spoken up like so.
"M-M-Master Death said that… Umm. He said…" Stammering over her words, with her cheeks red and her eyes wet. I leaned to the left, catching sight of a smiling Julius.
"Are you lying," I coldly teased? Watching in pure amazement as Ava burst into tears.
"I'm sorrwy! Master!"
Julius bellowed into laughter. Unable to hold himself back, he clenched his stomach. Laughing alongside him, I could only shake my head.
"You're so silly." I cried, watching her cheeks grow a deeper shade of red. "Come, let's go on a break." I gently said, patting her head. She peered up, totally embarrassed. Giggling at her cute appearance, my hands fell back to my side, only to wrap around her arm. "Come, let's have a girl's night. We can have Victoria and Elsa join. It's been a while since we were together."
"A wonderful idea, my Queen." Julius approved; taking to his feet, he fixed his eyes on the little lass in my arm, carrying an emotion I never thought I would see so soon in those of the Abyss. There was a bit of infatuation, and Ava did not mind. How interesting. "Have a wonderful trip, but if I may. Around the Pale Gate is currently a war zone–"
"Perfect!" I exclaimed, jerking Ava away; I sent a few mental commands to Victoria and Elsa. It had been far too long, indeed. Skipping away, I sent the quiet Ava a smile, "So you and Julius, huh. I did not see that coming."
"Master," She squeezed out, lowering her head so low, my back began to bend.
"Oh, we have so much to talk about. Maybe you can give Elsa some tips. Eroma has been trying for years. That girl needs to loosen up. And a good dicking will do just that." I explained, and Ava's entire body went stiff. Feeling I was dragging a large cube of ice, I could see smoke steeming from her head.
"Di-Di-Di-Di!" Unable to make sense, I snickered and teleported out of the Pale Gate, carrying Ava with me.
The heavy scent of brimstone carries itself into the skies, clouded with ash. Through the clouds of brimstone stood the clashes and flickers of war. The clanking of steel against steel, thunder through the clouds, while the painful screams of desperation rang like screeching wails. High above off the ground's surface, Angels and Demons fought without mercy. Blood was spilling, without sides caring.
The Holy City of Casia was all but destroyed, leaving black waters and ruin behind. Its once tall and proud structures were now desecrated land for the devils to plot. While the demons carved through angels.
Taking in the war edging closer to land below, I tilted my head to the side where my smile thinned. "I don't believe we had the honor?" I calmly said, to a solemn grimace of the elegant man standing with one placed on a black handle t-shape cane while the other rested firmly behind his back.
Pulling out a small pocket watch with the crest of a serpent. The stranger scanned the time and lifted his scarlet eyes to me and then to the battle in the sky. Placing his pocket watch back into his vest, behind his black suit, he allowed his gaze to settle on me once more.
"I am Duke Gusion, Keeper of Time." He finally answered, "and I know who you are, Lilith Snow, just not why you are here."
Gusion, I had heard bits and pieces of his name. He is not much of a lord in the regard that he usually sticks to himself, and most devils typically make way for him. Even some princes dare not annoy him.
"We are here on a break," I explained, receiving an eye raise from the solemn keeper of time.
"Then you ask for death," he replied sharply, pulling out his pocket watch. Following a similar routine, he frowned, then placed it back into his vest. "Go home. Alos is no place for Star-Lords as vital as you." He ordered, turning his back to us, to my amazement.
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