Bertrand’s silvery aura expanded as if it was a huge explosion. Although it fortunately only reached the house’s walls, but not outside.
The aura retreated to envelop Bertrand’s whole body once its expansion ended, and his body looked like a full armour set, with what seemed like the silhouette of four pairs of wings unfurling from his back.
In his hand, only Asmodeus’s arm remained. And the demon king laid against the bedroom wall, bleeding a muddy substance from where his arm once was.
“You... Metatron didn’t tell us about anything like you! You’ll pay for having dealt this much damage to my defiled body!” Asmodeus said, grunting.
The next thing Bertrand heard, before the demon king’s ear piercing shriek, was Don&rs
The question caught Becca off guard, for even though she was an angel of Eden, she wasn’t aware of many warlike aspects of the skirmishes between edennans and the sheolshas, just because of her being an Ophanim.On the other hand, she had a chance of knowing a bit more of her own kin’s history through her enemy’s background, which was priceless if she wanted to have a chance in the upcoming catastrophe.Power and skill were of utmost importance. But if there was any chance of her finding a way to end the war without spilling unnecessary blood, and saving as many lives as she could, then knowledge was the absolute key.“Alright Baatar, pretend I’m completely ignorant, don’t know a single thing about deals, souls, ancient history, and start from the begin
Mathew and Uriel were halfway to the restaurant when they felt it, a shriek so loud and powerful that could deafen any regular human.However, they understood right after feeling it, that what truly mattered wasn’t the sound, but what caused it. Which was essentially the veil of reality getting thinner and thinner, being ripped to shreds at some ends, shrieking in inanimate agony.“It has begun!” Azazel’s voice sounded behind them, making them turn around to witness the grand marquis materialising right in front of their eyes. It didn’t make them jump, though. Only a whisper of surprise played through Mathew and Uriel’s voice.The grand marquis was about to say something else but his senses, sharper than usual because of the thinning of the veil, captured the immense power flowing
The heatwave passed through them like a typhoon, taking the whole house and everything around them with it.Bertrand still had his arms raised to protect Elleanor and the kid from the radiation in the air. He looked at the child, who had her eyes closed shut, and softly spoke.“You can open your eyes now little kid. And by the way, I don’t think I asked your name. Forgive my lack of manners as a guardian angel, but y’know... Kinda busy doing my job...”“I’m Abigail, but my friends call me Abby, so you can call me Abby too.” She answered, opening her eyes slowly.But when she looked around, she widened her eyes in shock.“What happened?” Abby asked.
‘I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours, I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours, I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours...’ Mathew repeated in his mind like a mantra, while Uriel screamed and grabbed onto him as though she was dying the most painful death. On her skin, strange marks started to show up, like sigils and other indecipherable glyphs, ancient language as if tattooed on her. Mathew’s finger on Uriel’s forehead seemed to be effortfully sucking the markings on her skin, Uriel screaming as the strange tattoos looked like clawing onto her skin, unwilling to go down without a fight. “Come on Uri, hang in there...” Mathew told her, but s
Metatron and Michael stood in their post on the highest layer of Eden. Where the scribe’s servant, the strongest archangel to ever be created, was reciting a monotone chant in order to complete the requisites for Metatron’s greatest scheme.The scribe of God looked at his most loyal servant, wondering and staring into time, when something alarmed him for a moment, making his essence pulse like a heartbeat.‘Why do I have to get my hands dirty again this time around...?’ He thought to himself, focusing his will in materialising his celestial blade, the Page of Truth.It was a breathtakingly beautiful sword, known to have never been used before. Its blade was carved with countless lines in the language of the Mallakins, and some would say that the carvings were just the same as the writings in
They stood at what used to be some part of town, but then became just a vast desert of ashes. Bertrand with Don clinging onto his back, Elleanor and Abby behind them, Azrael just staring at the duo in front of them, and a few metres ahead stood Metatron and Michael, both with maniac smiles in their lips. “I’ll give you two one last chance,” Metatron stated. “You deliver us the girl along with her mother, Purson will be forgiven for deserting the Sheol, and you, newborn abomination, will have a place among us in Eden.” Bertrand looked at him, turned his gaze towards Michael, his humanoid form glowing purple, and shook his head. “By the way you talk, you must be the infamous scribe of God, Metatron, yes?” “...” “I thought so...” Bertrand commented to no one in particular. He then felt a slight pull on the base of his coat. Abby was looking at him, her other hand held tight to her mother’s. Elleanore stood beside Abigail, speechle
Becca followed Baatar and Grace to the surface, the stairway felt surprisingly shorter than the first time she stepped through it.Once out, goosebumps took over her when her eyes scanned the vicinity.There was nothing left but a complete wasteland, and ashes fell from the sky like dead tears.Becca’s whole surroundings smelled like death, and the souls all around her screamed for a place to go, as if they couldn’t go to Hell, nor to Heaven, nor to wherever their creed was supposed to take them.No...The scream she was hearing wasn’t coming from the souls, she noticed.It was coming from all around them, as if reality itself was shrieking.
“But... She...” Mathew stuttered, unsure of what to say or what the meaning of his dad’s ghost words was.“But... I...” Becca stuttered along, slightly confused of what it all was about.“You two heard me,” Jeremy’s ghost said, his ghastly form shimmering. “I couldn’t tell you everything properly, because for some reason Becca’s twin, even though being an angel, couldn’t shine her grace on me to keep my form from vanishing. But now it’s different, and I’m fully capable of speaking and telling you all the story that started all... Of this.”Everyone was silent from both sides. It was as if they all knew that something big was happening, and a great breakthrough was about to be accomplished.Latest Chapter