Capítulo 20: The Devil triangle
The Devil triangle
After dealing with the emissaries from various deities, Lucifer couldn't help but feel that they had squandered his precious time. "Those fools wasted my time," he muttered under his breath before snapping his fingers.
His skeletal throne emerged just outside an orphanage. As he glided through the orphanage's surroundings and settled into his bony seat, it emitted a faint hum and then vanished from sight. It didn't truly vanish but moved so swiftly that it appeared to have disappeared.
Lucifer found himself in a desolate region within the western expanse of the North Atlantic Ocean, notorious for its enigmatic vanishing acts that confounded sailors and aviators alike. This was none other than the infamous Bermuda Triangle, or the Devil's Triangle, one of the world's most enduring mysteries and a place most dared not venture.
With a soft hiss, Lucifer's bony throne reappeared atop the Bermuda Triangle. He patted the throne before it gracefully descended into the abyss below.
As soon as the throne crossed the boundary, a brilliant beam of white light shot towards it. The beam struck Lucifer and his bony throne, but to his disdain, it caused no harm. Unperturbed, Lucifer brooded over how much this place had changed since his last visit.
Within the Devil's Triangle, darkness enveloped everything, but as Lucifer took his first steps, the path illuminated, revealing ancient ruins adorned with towering statues. These statues depicted fallen angels, deities, and demons, each emanating an undeniable sense of pride. Lucifer's thoughts were interrupted as he stumbled upon a macabre scene – the scattered remains of beings of all shapes and sizes, both human and animal. The stench hung heavily in the air, a testament to the gruesome past of this place.
As Lucifer pondered the grim sight, he failed to notice a gate at the far end of the ruins. The gate, constructed from the resilient Godoak trees, featured an intricate carving in between the massive doors. It stood slightly ajar, providing just enough space for a figure to pass through. The figure was a pale, armored man with tattered wings, his body bearing deep wounds that revealed bone. He moved forward with a determined but agonizingly slow pace, as if clinging to life itself.
Lucifer, exasperated, snapped his fingers, and flames engulfed the surroundings, reducing everything to ash. Amid the flames, a tortured voice cried out in pain and despair. Lucifer directed his bony throne towards the source of the anguish, revealing a lesser angel reduced to a charred husk. The angel's wounds ran deep, reaching into bone, and there was no sign of healing. Lucifer knew the angel was on the brink of death, and he had only worsened his suffering by using Hellfire.
As Lucifer debated whether to end the angel's torment or let him continue on his journey, a feeble hand gripped the foot of his bony throne. Lucifer leaned down and saw the burnt angel gasping for breath. "Pleasssssse...helppppp.....Pleasssssse.....Helpppp.....the... angggg....gels.....," the angel pleaded, expending his fading life force to convey a message.
Lucifer grappled with mixed emotions, remembering his own past struggles to protect his kin in the Heavenly Plane, where family always came first. "Okay, I will," Lucifer replied softly as the angel uttered one final plea.
"The garden...helppppp..... In My Father's Hands Shall I Return...."
With a serene smile on his face, the angel breathed his last, his life force expended. "Fvck," Lucifer muttered, a mix of anxiety and determination coursing through him as he urged his bony throne towards the partially open gate.
"I am back," Lucifer declared, and with a gesture, the entrance crumbled into nothingness.
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