Lucifer folded his arms, blazing with the Flas of Hatred, the frown upon his lips deepening on each end. "Brother…" He began pausing as if unsure what to say. " I'd heard you lost your mind. But to hear you can speak."
"Speak?" tatron spat, " That boy and Gadreel are rely resonating. Can you not hear it? The Abyss is vibrating at their reunion. This—"
"yes."
"O'no," I spat as his mischievous laughter echoed.
"tatron," said phisto from a spiraling portal that appeared. His flowing black hair dancing with the turbulent winds. "I see you've fallen for my trap. Seriously… did you really think that entering the Nines without a price was plausible? Why do you think Moloch is here?"
"You!" tatron growled, snapping his gaze at the approaching Gadreel.
"All who enter the Hells forcefully will appear in Gadreels secluded domain, within the seventh Layer of Hell, Mythos. A death sentence to most."
Coming back to myself, realization overca as everything landed in place. phisto had warned that a squadron of angels would be invading my domain. And that I needed to prepare. That squadron was tatron. But… It was all a trap.
I was bait.
"Son of a Bitch."
phisto turned to smiling, nodding to Aurelia in the process: " Don't be too mad. You're too weak to be of use right now. And tatron is so predictable. Although I didn't think he'd attack this early or be foolish enough to co himself."
"Amara," Lucifer said calmly, the Flas of Hatred flickering like a storm of malice. "Seal the Hells, in my na. None shall enter or leave be they Angel or Fallen."
"Ah~," Moloch said teasingly. "It's such a sha, Elder brother, but I take my role as the incarnation of sacrifice quite seriously." Losing his smile, darkness similar to Gadreel flickered through his red eyes while the rune beneath his right eye glowed. " Those who do not pay will use their lives or souls as price."
Zariel, phisto, Lucifer, Moloch, and Gadreel, versus tatron and Dream. Lol. He's dead.
"You think this is the end!" tatron rasped, opening his palm as a blood-stained Crown of Thorns sprang into his palm, but just as it did, just as its aura was about to spread, phisto spoke.
"Arsene, Forsaken Blood now."
Knowing what he ant, my eyes glowed as everyone dismissed their weapons and precious armor. As my Forsaken aura exploded out in wild abandonnt without discrimination, I saw the very Crown that gave off a feeling of true death begin to wither.
"NO~"
"The Crown of Thorns used to tornt the Father will not work." phisto smiled. "If you want to use it… you'll have to destroy it to 'try' to escape. Not that I see that happening. So choose. lose one supre weapon of the ages or…." He stopped chuckling as if everything was in his devilish hand. " you can leave us the Crown of Thorns."
"What is this Crown?" I muttered, frowning as I didn't get to see it clearly before taton dismissed it back into the void away from my presence."
"Longinus, the Cross of the Broken, the Whip of Tornt, the Spikes of the Torn, and the Crown of Thorns. They were all armants used to tornt the Holy Spirit as a mortal. The whole event of dying for our sins created several powerful armants we use to this day."
"Lucifer possesses Longinus, the spear that impaled the Father. phisto, the spikes used to nail the Father to the Cross of the Broken. Ariel has the Whip she purifies every day. The Cross is still missing, but tatron has with him the Crown. Well, a damaged crown now." Aurelia said with a sinister smile. And slowly began to whisper, so softly I needed to infringe on laws rely to hear what she said.
"Having that Crown will grant access to—" She paused, glanced at , and leaned close. Her icy gaze was similar to the ones I'd seen in the Mother of Demons during our first eting. It was hollow, empty like an abyss. "Don't worry, Arsene. I've plan's for you too. Whether you want to or not."
I gulped, and before any more words could be shared, Gadreel struck like a god of war with a spear of divinity.
Spear intent so intense, so deprave and powerful, tore the land apart like crumpling paper that shattered the realm in a single thrust.
Quick to react, tatron batted the spear intent away with the back end of his palm as sweat pooled over his brow. He glanced around, gritting his teeth, when suddenly, his body began to flicker.
I watched as hundreds of phantom faces flashed from his body, pulled into one being as he howled: "Why can't I—"
'Escape?" Moloch said, smiling. " You've not paid the price. This land was prepared to trap archangels. We've had nearly a dozen Eternal Cycles. There are rules, you fool. And the spell around this domain is one I prepared myself. After all, Mythos is my ho."
"Moloch! You blasted demon!" Howled the Scribe as a great battle flickering faster than the concept of light began between tatron and Gadreel.
"Yes. Yes." Said the Lord of Sacrifice. "But the longer you wait. The more issue you will have. Mythos is Beelzububs domain. You rember him, right? You know the man you once caught and tortured?"
"It was war!"
"Oh, I know." Replied Moloch calmly. "We'd just fallen and were ready for revenge. The first battle was lost, but the war wasn't over." He grinned, glancing at phisto. " What do you think… after all, many of these events were you're doing."
The snake chuckled, narrowing his pearly red eyes: " My doing? I didn't force Lucifer to wield his flaming sword against his brothers. I rely showed him the way."
"To which you never explained why? Why do this? Why accelerate the conflict? No matter how I research it. It doesn't make sense. What would you have gained? Couldn't you have just fallen by yourself?"
Thats right… phisto had asked to fall. He didn't actually fall alongside Lucifer during the first clash. So why? Why do all this?
"Watch closely…" Aurelia said coldly in a whisper. "Out of every Fallen, every monster, every demon… phistopheles is the evilest. The most bloodthirsty, the most hated, and the most feared. You can never trust phisto. He'll charm you, grant you everything, and break you."
"You make it sound like I've already fallen for—"
"Haven't you? So days I think even Zariel is under his influence. Black Sabbath is a technique of manipulation, Arsene. How do you know you're not being manipulated?"
My brow shrank alongside my heart as I said: " How do you know your—"
"I'm a Nephilim. My existence is sothing not even you can imagine." She said, "Even with Zariels weave, he cannot comprehend my existence." she chuckled, a glimr of darkness within her golden eyes. "I'll say this once… don't trust phisto. You'll only regret it. He's not an ally and will never be."
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