Chapter 435: Higher State Of Being
'Abbadon, where are we?' Gurvel asked fearfully, holding onto the lining of my robes. "Eons, it's been.'
'Eon?' I uttered at ho surrounded by night in this Temple of Eternal Darkness 'yes... eons... it matters not, we must head deeper.'
'But,'
'Deeper,' I urged through this ethereal land of familiarity.
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"Abbadon, don't do this. Please, I am begging you!" Gurvel desperately bellowed, screaming, kicking, and clawing at my arm as we stood before a gate. "WE have to run! RUN!!!"
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"Why?"
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'My na is Arsene Snow, and I am but a shadow... .'
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Snapping my eyes open, the dry taste of blood touched upon my lips as I gagged, coughing up another mouth full of blood. Still woozy, I fell face-first into my blood, watching as bobbles begin to rise.
"I hate my life," I grunted, using all my strength to flip over onto my back. Groaning at the intense pain, comparable to soone pealing the skin from my body, I moaned.
"Your awake?" Baphot mocked with a cheeky smile sitting in a ditative position.
"You didn't heal ?" I complained after a few seconds of catching my breath.
"Ask the Ring of Bael; let it cast a few Circles to heal you. I have zero interest in babying you, but I am surprised you are alive. " Baphot admitted smiling. "You were breaking down, yet here you are."
"Your a shitty bastard," I grunted restlessly, gasping for air. "But I didn't know it could do that. It seems I am still unworthy."
"no shit,"
"Dick,"
Baphot shrugged, rising from off the cold baren ground, "When are you heading to the next level?"
"Too scared to go ahead?" I jeered, chanting the Path of Abyssal Night deeply in my heart to nd my broken body from the Spear of Noctem.
"One would think, but you may be right," He motionlessly told, but there was sothing off about his reaction, or at least as odd to .
For all this insanity, Baphot was one to act on, well, not on instincts but rather desire. Was he terrified? No, that seems unlikely, fear while an instinct demons and Devil hold dear to it, there should be more to it. He is hiding sothing.
Touching his beard, he turned to with a wicked smile, "You done? Or are there more theories you wish to go over in that head of yours?"
I love the cold, crave it, really, but this chill in my soul was burning hotter than any fla I felt before. Feeling his chilling stare burning alive, I narrowed my eyes, not daring to back away from his stare.
Finding the strength within , the hand that held the Ring of Bael flopped onto my lips as a small pill fell from the ring of Bael and upon the tip of my tongue, lting into a liquid the mont it touched my saliva.
Flopping a little lifelessly down, I sighed as my injuries began to heal faster than I could even imagine, yet the weariness and pain did not fade. Nevertheless, the pain was a natural part of life, and I needed to make it to the next level.
Shutting my eyes, I returned to a land of darkness; I had returned to Tenebrae's embrace. Welcoming into her arms once more, a warm aura began to expel Bahpot's chill, along with my weariness.
The pain still remained, but I was never one to complain about pain, or was I? My past still remains the biggest mystery I-VI. I was apparently part of the numbers of so organization. Then there are billions of other lifetis I went through.
'He killed one of us,' said a soft, gentle voice from the night.
Snapping my eyes open, I rushed to my feet, staring off in confusion. Seeing only Bahophet there, I frowned. Who said that?
"Bad Dream?" Baphot observed, "No, such a look. Your mask is breaking, Snow. It has been for a while now. Tell what it is you rember of the cycles we spent together.
"Is there a damn point? not like you will tell anything about it." I coldly declared, touching my pale skin, covered in a heavy sweat.
No offense to the Beast King, but he is not really on my side. If sothing is wrong with , Baphot will not help in a way I can truly rely on. Shit, these days, I cannot even trust myself.
Baphot snickered, shaking his head dismissively, "Truly boy, you only have a few allies, and none of them particularly like you, except for . Those from the Bed of Chaos are but lost sheep. Even when the Gates of Illuthath opens, they will be lambs to the other Planes."
"Is this where you say I can only rely on you?"
"Co now, Arsene, mockery will get you nowhere. I have another deal for you."
I could only shake my head, "No—no more deals. I am done dealing with you all. My hands are already full with Yael and this new so-called God, asking for death."
"The deal, my boy," Baphot continued, ignoring my earlier words, "I want a bone of yours. Not now, but at the very end."
"The End?" I repeated, confused by what he ant.
"Indeed. I am a master in the mystic Arts Arsene. I see and hear things you cannot even begin to fathom as of yet. I hold no interest in this war, aside from killing Raziel in order to keep Lord Lucifer out of the Hells."
"but why my bone?"
"To make a weapon or an artifact, of course. Many will ask you for sothing, Arsene. You will gain enemies and many allies on the way. And I am not speaking of those from the Bed of Chaos. True allies from other Planes." Bahopot revealed, staring firmly into my eyes. "Many are already looking for you."
"What! Why?"
"Because you are the next Monarch of Darkness, and one of the two beings in creation that only exist on a Higher Plane. I don't know how it ca to be, but you and Lilith exist as higher beings for so reason."
Scrunching my brow, a deep realization hit . The reason Julius ti Dao had worked on . It all made a little sense and why he said those words.
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