Buratia Outskirts, Earth *** “You stay here, Elaine,” Dreygo whispered. Their position was still concealed by the policemen. Dreygo crawled from the side, still hidden from their enemy’s vantage points until he reached farther away from Elaine and stood up with his hands in the air, revealing himself to them. “I am here. What do you want? What happened to my comrades?” Dreygo asked as he was nearing them. The two policemen had their weapons drawn toward the Demon. “Come with us peacefully if you want your friends alive.” One policeman said. Then he knew that Viriel was in trouble. He suspected right, Lust must have brought weapons that could hurt celestial beings such as angels and even gods, like the material used in his Ferrum Minus and the Death sword. They went back to the diner with the two policemen behind them and arrived at the bar, which used to be a bar, but now it was blown into chaotic clutter, destroyed after the policemen sprayed bullets and after Viriel’s skirmis
Metals clanking as the chosen demons who wore war armor and with their respective weapons, swords, axes, spears, and the like, with their shields were now heaving the center of the clearing. They were mentally energizing not only themselves but also the crowd, making the festivities more entertaining. Dreygo saw them as warriors, or the courageous ones. But he knew, hidden in them was fear for they were facing the most favored Harbinger of Lith. Fighting these aspiring demon warriors was just like a walk in the park. He remembered this day. It was his first Muerto Festival. He seemed to know what to do and the proceedings of the festival. He saw all the menacing eyes looking at him from the sea of crowd, waiting for him to come down from the rock where he stood or a pedestal of some sort. The feeling was real, the heat was real, and everything in it was real. He was still battling if this episode was a dream. Even the discomfort provided by the Hell environment and the happenings
Lith Continent, Hell *** A river of blood flowed constantly on the floor. Bodies burned every after a demon’s life had been ceased by the hands of the Death Harbinger. Every demon fought, not for the entertainment of many, but for their lives. Lust had given each one of them the power to conquer fear and even a little bit of strength and speed surpassing the normal demonoids. But Dreygo had immense power over them like they were ants on the ground ready for stomping. They stood no chance. They did not even scar the Death Harbinger with all the weapons they carry and the size of the opposing army. Everyone knew that the Harbinger has the upper hand but firing up the warriors with Lust's power made the event more amusing. The Harbinger used his claws and sword alternately, portraying more on their insignificance, like clueless mannequins ready for slaughter. Surrender was never an option for these demons. Only the forced intent to continue fighting until their deaths, compelled by
Dream: Lith *** “It’s not a dream, Demon!” A soft voice came from behind. Startled, he turned and saw Lust. Her eyes were a constant banner of deception. Her charm and powers laid waste to countless demons, capable of ending civilizations for days. “I am not here,” Dreygo said confusingly. “I triggered your memories, through your dreams. I want you to remember.” Lust said as she sauntered towards the harbinger. “What do you mean?” He asked. He gave a quick turn to everyone else, as her eyes were piercing strong against his, and he saw death, blood, crying, and moaning in pain, hatred, and fear. “This will be Earth, if you chose the wrong decision. You know what it is.” She said. Her face was nearing his, inches away. Dreygo’s vision fell to the eyes of the Demon Lord and it was an endless stream of suffering. He could not speak as he witnessed the horrors that emanated from her eyes. His heart thumping hard abnormally strong. As if it was going to burst out from his chest. He cl
Somewhere in Buratia, Earth *** ‘Chaos! Chaos!’ This word had been uttered by the Hell god and his Lieutenants many times. It had no meaning for him before, or the magnitude of the word had not yet imbibed in its definition until his long stay on Earth. It was always connected to the destruction of the world. Dreygo cursed under his breath for he had let the construction of chaos come into play. ‘He is a god. And I am a lowly demon.’ He convinced himself though to relieve himself from the obligation bestowed upon him. He felt powerless, hopeless, and demotivated. He hauled himself up from slumber and went out to the entrance of the Cabin. He grunted in anger as he gained steps outside the wooden door. He was angry at himself. He could not catch up with such power, one of the rulers of realms, a god who had lived since the beginning of time. He lowered himself in between the steps. Birds chirping, breeze dancing, and the cold weather of Buratia that was borne with death had embrace
Angels could be anxious too. Even with all their knowledge and their maturity about the concept of life, when it comes to Chaos, they would be fighting for everyone, good and evil. Evil had knocked on the doors of Chaos, pulling it out to be released, and they are succeeding. *** Viriel had healed from the attacks made by Lust’s men. He could have died if the fight goes any further. Their bullets were made of celestial steel, only present in Hell or Heaven that could hurt beings like them. These were the metals cultivated deep in the grounds of hell and the high mountains of Heaven, the metal was so malleable when heated and strong when cooled, like gold. The basic forms of this metal shone against the darkest skies but appeared bluntly textured against the light. But reforming it further, it could be the shinest metal one could ever see. They called it the Enchantium. Luckily, Elaine tended to his wounds and took all the Enchantium bullets out of his body. After his immediate heal
Palipines, Eastern Tropic Continents, Earth *** “I can’t accept that, my Lord Nebirus!” Viriel stepped in. He bowed alongside Nethaniel. “I cannot fathom the thought of seeing more lives and souls killed by his selfishness.” “You are my instrument, Viriel. A vessel for my power. This gift I bestowed so dearly rare, use it against him. We cannot risk exposing my location, Viriel.” “Yes, my Lord. But I feel so inadequate to fight him.” Viriel's faintly said. “Maybe or maybe not. I have not measured Kragus' powers if it surpasses mine or not. He is my younger brother but throughout the test of time, his powers might have grown." “Then, what shall we do, my Lord?” “We can do nothing! I said. Even with the total extinction of humans on this planet, I could create a new race from the start. Maybe it's for the best as I see these realms are on the brink of destruction. And the reason for that is the beings we designed. Kragus only expedited the deathly fate of the three realms. Maybe A
Buratia, Northern Continents, Earth *** The boy smiled mischievously or playfully at the same time, they were never sure. The moment he uttered the word ‘Pride’, it rang loud in Dreygo’s ear. The strongest of Kragus’ demon Lords was now sitting in their midst, but seemingly unhostile. But he could not rely on what he could see, as demons were always tricksters in nature. He held his sword’s handle, his fingers fumbling through the pommel. Dreygo had no backup. Elaine was in grave danger. He held his weapon strong and lifted sheepishly from the ground. He hesitated not to provoke the Demon Lord, hoping that maybe he just came here to talk. He felt no immensity of the Demon Lord’s aura as a Demon Lord emanates it when engaging in a fight. “Are you ok there, my friend?” Pride said. His mild eyes pierced indescribably toward Dreygo’s skull. The horrors they brought were immeasurable even with only a young and innocent boy sitting in front of their presence. Such discomfort had visite
It was the rain that woke Dreygo up. The gentle drops of the rain like small drums on his small hut roof had struck him with nostalgia. His head rang hard as if he had been asleep for years. His knees teetered as he tried to stand from the bed and found himself leaning against the wooden wall. His energy was drained maybe from the long slumber, he thought. He tried to think of something, but he knew that the world he was in was not a memory, nor the past, it was a new world. The feeling of nostalgia had suddenly visited him, escorted with pain, and depression. The reason was vague for the emotion he had experienced. He feared ever digging further into the root of what rumbled inside his stomach, deep in his thoughts something had lingered. He knew only sadness was waiting for him if he ever fathomed the reason. He took gentle strides outside the bedroom, his sole felt cold against the wooden floor. The woodwork was great, greater than he could ever build. The shack was small, and the
“Elaine, start the incantations!” Viriel suggested. “We will triangulate him.” Elaine opened the book of Forbidden Spells. “Dreygo ready your weapon.” “Wait! You said, there is a sacrifice, what is it?” “Do not to worry, Dreygo. Just do your thing. Keep Kragus weak and I will do the rest. Viriel, hold him again with your vines. He had no powers at the moment but we have very little window of opportunity here.” Viriel summoned again the vines, now they were deadly as ever as Anacondas in the deep rivers of Amathon. The pointy sharp tips of the vines like-blades, weaved through Kragus's body. Kragus incinerated them eventually, but it gave a heavy toll on God as his knees trembled right after. “You can all stop what you are doing, and I will reward the three of you. Kings and Queen of realms. You will have power and riches you can never imagine.” Kragus tempted, his words bubbled with blood. “Stop with your lies, Kragus. You are going to die now.” Dreygo said as he stabbed his swor
The Portal Keepers were giants riding with horses twice as large as cattle. They did not speak; their presence spoke for themselves. Their empty rustic helms held no face, only a long mantle of torn cloth that covered their bodies. Skeleton arms were mounted with rustic armor and gauntlets that held their weapons. Kragus was even silenced as their horses set foot on the ground. They stopped neighing and the horses stared at Kragus with a deadly intent and one portal keeper glanced at Dreygo. The harbinger was stunned by their presence as if one move would kill him instantly. He could not read their intentions, their plans, or how they fight, they just stood there as if they were greater than the God in front of them. The Hag finally drowned in her own blood and dropped dead to the ground. Elaine released a heavy sigh after their skirmish of black magic. She won, defeated a Century-old witch but it gave out a large toll on her. Weakly she stood against Viriel but happiness was plastere
“Now, Dreygo. This will be my last offer. Are you going to join me or join your comrades who had died in battle?” Kragus asked. He recovered and a mantle of aura could be sensed from afar. The Seer was beside him, delivering the Ferrum Minus back to God’s hand. “Welcome back, Lord Kragus.” The Seer whispered. “The clock is ticking, Dreygo. What are you going to do? I do not have time to wait all day. There is so much to do.” “Just kill me now, Kragus. I do not want to join with the likes of you. A scum to the realms! You made me what I am today, and you have shared your power. This does not give you the right that you can bend my principles. Kill me, if you don’t, I will kill you.” Dreygo answered. “So, you are determined to keep your decision on taking a God like me, even if it's impossible. Dreygo, I like your persistence. You have come this far and become the most powerful being in Hell, second to me. It is sure that I admired you, even from the start. You are my creation and my
As the Nocturnals and Kragus’ fight pressed on without any form of stoppage, the ground shook hard, an earthquake, so strong and abrupt. It was not because of their fight but something more dubious happening underneath them. The ground cracked and depressed as if they were pulled down to a hollow space underground. Dreygo ran himself to safety to where the cracks stopped. The birds flew everywhere as if the whole mountain was shaken. The fight between the Hell god and the Nocturnals had stopped momentarily. Something burst out from beneath the center of the crater and suddenly, vines sprouted. They grew so fast as if their growth were accelerated a billion times more than normal. The vines became larger as they emerged and crawled towards the air vertically. They intertwined so grotesquely but beautifully; one could not understand the combination of the natural design with less feeble-minded beings lesser than the gods. As it grew almost a kilometer high, the branches sprouted outwar
“I know you’re out there, Dreygo!” Kragus called out. His voice was fierce but calm, but somewhat tired like a man drank too much but could still hold his composure. The Hell God sauntered closer towards where Dreygo was hidden, his sword dragged against the ash ground. Dreygo went out from the shadow of the boulder and made himself visible to his enemy. His beast transformation was still intact, it was a good thing he thought. Now, the only question that flooded his thoughts, can he defeat the weakened Hell God? or was it another Hell God’s misdirection. He had to secure victory for this fight and should give his all, no second chances, otherwise it would mean the end of the three realms. “Well done, Kragus. You have proven yourself the most powerful of all three realms. Then, what’s next? Sit yourself on the throne and turn the realms like hell?” Dreygo responded. “We will cross the bridge when we get there, Dreygo. The offer still stands. Stand by me and you will become a God. I
It was too late. The Kraken was only a diversion and Arkeus had fixated his attention on killing it. Even Dreygo and Sarakiel had bought the same distraction. It gave ample time for Kragus to rally strength to conjure his ultimate weapon. His Solar Flare and Hell Freeze combined. Flame as bright and hot as the sun and frozen wind gust freezing everything it touches, both phenomena in one plane on opposite sides and Kragus was at the center. It created a dome around the two Gods, it was faint at first, but it became more visible as time passed.A dome made of flame and cold chilling air combined, it seemed that Kragus’ ultimate power was a God killer, Dreygo thought. The look on Arkeus’ face was stunned and surprised. Dreygo and Sarakiel was outside of the dome, but they could see passed through it. Dreygo could not explain but the dome was horrific to look at. Never in all his waking life had seen such powers of opposite character were merging into one. Even science could not fathom a
The Templar’s Hall cracked open as two Gods clashed each other with their unfathomable might. Kragus summoned a flame that engulfed his arms and Arkeus with his wind and lighting on both palms and with tremendous speed and energy, everything was devastated as both clashed together.And as the dust settled, the two gods were both gone, only the rays of the sky light shone through the devastated ceiling. Sarakiel had difficulty in standing up as his skin was burnt. But he was healing. Dreygo followed as he jumped through the ceiling and landed on the garden outside the hall. He found them just over the outskirts of the city boundaries as the clash continued, just at the foot of the mountain Stoic.He could feel the small quakes of the ground trembled below his feet. Lightning came and a gush of a deadly wind all in one place where the fight transpired. Flames and Ice also towered as assumed Kragus with his attacks. Dreygo ran towards to where the fight took place. It would take him ten
Just right before Dreygo had to jump for an attack, Kragus faced him and said, “Remember, Dreygo. Remember, who you serve and remember the stakes for killing me. I know you have prepared on the knowledge of conjuring the Forbidden spell.” The Hell God smiled. It gave Dreygo a jolt of memory of the powers the coursed through his veins were just borrowed from the Hell God.Sarakiel sauntered to the dead angel bodies and took one sword lying on the ground. Without hesitation Sarakiel moved almost unnoticed by Dreygo as the former grasped the sword. Sarakiel poured everything on his sword attacks, even shouting at every strike. Dreygo could feel the heavy reverberations of steel hitting against steel in an incredible showcase of skill. It was intense and fast. But Kragus just defended them all with his sword, wide and light, almost effortless and without even delivering a single counter attack himself. As if Kragus was just observing or relaxing as their skirmish lengthened. It was seemin