631 Devilogy
631 Devilogy
Guided by the signs on the wall, he ascended to the third floor, revealing rows of imposing bookshelves.
The custodian of the library, an elderly man draped in a linen robe, oversaw the space.
Even seated, he matched Lumian’s height, and his slightly gray skin bore the marks of age.
Engrossed in a goatskin-bound book, the library administrator paid no heed to Lumian’s entrance, his gaze firmly fixed on the text.
Lumian, not rushing to seek permission for his exploration, entered the library and followed the guidelines posted on each row of bookshelves leading to the section housing mythical books.
He ran his finger over the weathered leather-bound book and another with freshly copied pages, choosing a to that chronicled creation myths.
Before the bookshelf, Lumian casually flipped through its pages, only to stuff the book back.
He couldn’t comprehend it!
The words were in Jotun!
This ancient language, associated with the Beyonder race of giants, possessed the ability to manipulate the forces of nature. Ranked alongside Dragonese, Elvish, and ancient Hers, Jotun held significant importance in mysticism.
Although Lumian had mastered ancient Hers and Hers, Jotun remained a language he recognized but hadn’t fully mastered. He could barely decipher the title of the ancient book but couldn’t comprehend its contents.
A sweep of his gaze revealed a corresponding copy of the ancient book, this ti written in ancient Feysac—a human language devoid of supernatural influence.
Joy surged within Lumian as he retrieved the soft-covered book and settled into the reading area near the window.
Throughout the entire process, no one intervened or issued a warning.
This library is entirely open to everyone. Even those not residing in the New City of Silver can peruse its contents, but borrowing seems to be off the table? Or perhaps, the knowledge on this level isn’t deed confidential, Lumian mused, maintaining a steady pace.
He strolled past the section dedicated to Beyonder creatures, and his keen eyes snagged a book titled “Devilology.”
Devilology… Recalling recent encounters, Lumian snagged the corresponding copy.
In the reading area, he chose a spot shielded from direct sunlight yet bathed in ample illumination. Seated, he delved into the pages of “Devilology.”
As he read, Lumian’s eyes widened, and his mouth hung slightly ajar.
Each piece of information was invaluable!
For those potentially facing Beyonders of the Devil pathway in combat, the value of this book rivaled that of a potent Grade 2 Sealed Artifact or its corresponding mystical item.
Moreover, how did the New City of Silver co by such knowledge? It’s improbable they could compile creature illustrations without dispatching hundreds of Devils… Could it be that the half-
giants and giants here are Devil Hunters? Perhaps, in ancient tis, when Devils were more active, they shared information with other factions? Lumian grew more alard as he read on.
Midway through, he massaged his throbbing temples, sensing a rapid depletion of his spirituality.
Lumian temporarily closed “Devilology,” intending to explore the creation myths of the New City of Silver and take a well-deserved break.
From the very outset, the creation myth read:
“The omnipotent and omniscient god created everything before slipping into a profound slumber.
“Among the mythical races He brought into being, Giant King Aurmir, Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt, Elf King Soniathrym, Vampire Ancestor Lilith, Devil King Farbauti, Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace, Mutant King Kvastir, and King of Demonic Wolves Flegrea erged as potent and crazy beings. They partitioned the authority left by the Lord, transforming into ancient deities governing the sky, land, sea, reality, the spirit world, and the astral realm…”
Abruptly, a dull-skinned, slightly gray finger tapped a specific spot on the page.
An aged, raspy voice echoed.
“Do not utter this na in any Beyonder language.”
Lumian looked up, surprised to find the library administrator, previously imrsed in his books, standing beside him seemingly out of nowhere.
As a Hunter, Lumian remained oblivious!
Partly due to the lingering dizziness from reading “Devilology,” it showcased the library administrator’s proficiency in concealing both breath and movent, given his towering stature of more than three ters.
Lumian redirected his attention to the na indicated by the library administrator.
“Devil Monarch Farbauti.”
Without awaiting Lumian’s inquiry, the library administrator, bearing giant-like traits, shifted his finger a few centiters and remarked, “It’s advisable to avoid pronouncing this na in any Beyonder language as well.”
Lumian followed the motion of the finger, silently noting the corresponding na in his mind.
“Vampire Ancestor Lilith.”
“Why am I not allowed to read about it?” Lumian expressed his ignorance without reservation.
The library administrator spoke in a deep voice, “The Devil Monarch is still alive. This formidable ancient deity remains among the living.
“And the Vampire Ancestor is suspected to be alive as well. In recent tis, an individual in the city experienced disturbances after uttering the na ‘Lilith’ in Jotun. Although their life wasn’t at risk, they endured prolonged suffering.”
Ancient deities? Entities that once governed the world before the Ancient Sun God’s era? Lumian recalled fragnts of his limited knowledge and inquired thoughtfully, “Did the Ancient Sun God rescue humanity from the dominion of these ancient deities?”
Lumian read the description:
“The omnipotent and omniscient god stirred from slumber, rising from the earth to vanquish the ancient deities and reclaim His authorities.
“Note: In the present era, the omnipotent and omniscient god is also known as the Ancient Sun God…”
Indeed… Among the eight ancient deities, Devil Monarch Farbauti is still alive, Vampire Ancestor Lilith is suspected to be alive, and the rest have perished? Giant King Aurmir… Why does that na sound familiar? Ah, the provincial capital renowned for its red wine and champagne. What ties does it share with the Giant King? Lumian cautiously inquired, “Can these two nas be pronounced in ordinary human language?”
“The Vampire Ancestor’s is acceptable, but it’s advisable to refrain from attempting the Devil Monarch’s. You must exercise caution even in writing it,” responded the colossal library administrator. “We are uncertain if the Devil Monarch possesses any special abilities.”
Exercise caution even in writing… Are all Demons like this? Yes, the deity of the Devil pathway remains alive, an ancient being since the Second Epoch… Lumian murmured, his heart stirred. He retrieved a note with the Love Incantation from his Traveler’s Bag.
“Have you encountered this na before? I ca across a Demon who identified itself as this. Much like the others, it cannot be spoken or written, only thought.”
The library administrator accepted the note with a hand capable of engulfing Lumian’s head. His gaze swept over the na “Naboredisley.”
He lapsed into deep contemplation. After a minute or two, he silently retrieved a copy from a concealed location within the bookshelf.
The book’s title read: “A Summary of Rumors and Hearsay Before the Cataclysm (1)”
What a simple na… Lumian observed as the library administrator opened the newly-acquired book, pointing at a particular line of text.
“As anticipated, it’s right here.”
Lumian fixed his gaze and read silently.
“After the Devil Monarch Farbauti led the Devils back to the Abyss, occasional rumors persisted of Demons enticing humans.
“The Demons operated under the following nas:
“Beelbubli, Almos, Samael, Lilatan, and Naboredisley.
“A high-ranking Demon Hunter speculated that these nas conceal the aliases of Devil Monarch Farbauti…”
The Devil Monarch Farbauti’s alias? Lumian felt a jolt as a thin layer of sweat coated his back.
Could Naboredisley be the Devil Monarch?
The sealed blood-colored Demon was the Devil Monarch?
No, it doesn’t seem likely. If it were a genuine ancient deity, catching just a glimpse of His form wouldn’t have resulted in my eyes exploding in a dream. I would have lost control imdiately… Yes, perhaps Farbauti’s pseudonym is among these nas, but it doesn’t necessarily an Naboredisley is Him… Lumian wiped his forehead with his right hand, forcing a smile as he addressed the library administrator, “As a foreigner, am I truly allowed to read these books? The knowledge they contain is exceedingly precious.”
The library administrator responded calmly, “The Chief has already inford us that you are Mr. Fool’s Blessed.”
“Very well.” Lumian found it amusing.
Apparently, not every foreigner could access this library.
The library administrator offered no further warnings. He took the book chronicling pre-Cataclysm rumors and departed from Lumian’s vicinity.
Lumian continued to alternate between reading “Devilology” and “Creation Tales,” taking breaks as needed.
As evening approached, he barely concluded both books and departed from the Twin Towers.
Releasing his compressed spirituality, Lumian teleported back to the Berries in Port Hanth.
Surveying the still-bright sky, Lumian confird that the investigation into Hanth Island’s Demon legends had reached its conclusion.
The matter delved into complexities beyond his reach.
He no longer hesitated about his next steps and plans.
Since he hadn’t fully digested the Conspirer potion, he resolved to head to West Balam and seek out Hisoka. There, he would hunt to digest the potion and complete the advancent ritual!
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