A/N: Lore Heavy Chapter
I needed this!
A/N: Talking about my ga, lol.
Taking my leave from Ezra's room, who lay curled up on the bed, asleep, I stretched my arms and smiled.
This experience, while not what I expected, was quite a delight; I'll break her next ti! God damn! What the Hell has Lilith done to ? Why is it I have to compete? Jesus. I think I've got PTSD.
Shaking my head and dismissing such thoughts, I walked past the guards, eyeing like I was the second coming. After all, I did, just dick down there, Master. Keeping a calm look on my face to mask my prideful smile, I slowly walked down the halls towards the surface, where a blinding light reflected over .
I arched my head, only to frown as a feeling overca as I stared at the sun. I turned my head towards the faded image of Iliya and frowned.
Her intent? It's fading.
Heart racing, I slowly turned pale as even our Teether between one another seed to vanish, leaving so cold I fell to my knees in shock.
What has happened? Lilith!
"Izavith—"
I tried to call, but phisto's voice resounded, "She's alive, but now's not the ti. Do not interfere."
phistos words did little to appease my worries as I began to notice the once bright skies turn black. The sun blazing with its majestic light capable of killing God-Kings, and hurting Paragons, was instantly extinguished.
And like the great flood, the gentle winds fluttered through the world beneath my feet, bringing about a tundra of ice. As far as the eye could take , I saw a layer of ice co about, along with a cold that would have threatened were I not immune to the elents.
The airs on my neck stood like pointed daggers as fear took deep root in when phisto suddenly materialized in a blaze of flas.
"Amazing, is it not?" He asked, sliding his eyes that were no longer lazy but instead insanely sharp—Sharper than anything I'd ever seen, as no smile could be seen on his face.
I have never seen him so serious in my life or past life.
"What is it that I'm looking at?"
"You are still low in cultivation, but each Monarch of the various Elents has one spell created by the Origin Elent. In your case, it would be Tenebrae." He said, sucking in a deep breath, " But the sa holds true for the Soviergns of the Various Twelve Realms: Noctem, Elysium, Iluthtath, Genesis, Badlands, Overworld, Ethereal, Aether, Oblivion, The Astral Sea, Heaven, Hell, and ultimately, the Abyss."
phisto looked up towards the skies, losing its light, leaving only Darkness that seed foreign to . He bowed, " Tenebrae."
"T-T-That's! Tenebrae!" I shouted, looking at the very Darkness that seed so dark, so encompassing, yet bland that I could not even begin to grasp its complexity.
"Hmmm, "He humd in conformation. "It also ca as a shock to , but Father didn't create the Darkness, but rather the Abyss, to complent her. The Darkness is but Clothing for the Abyss." He said as I stood rooted to the ground.
"Your kidding, right?"
"Arsene, when will you understand? We are just parasites compared to these two. If there was anything I ever gave up on understanding, it was to grasp these too."
"What of hell, surely it has—"
"Our God is a Jealous God.' He phrased, turning to , " You ever heard that line before? The Hells were ant to quell his emotions, his anger, most of all. But to us, it's the ultimate form of torture, the most heinous thing in our conceivable existence. And Heaven was a place where he created to be happy."
How does one beco so powerful? Is it even possible?
"It's not," He answered, almost like he read my mind, "The zenith to power is so long we fall into the cycle of the various natures of sloth. Even for , despite all the plots I set up, most of them require ti.
My heart dipped a few notches as I sighed, and he spoke, " We are slaves to ti, my disciple, and more so to the sins. It's bound to happen at so point."
The Darkness was a cloth, and Heaven and Hell was a fucking psychiatrist's office. What the fucking Hell!
phisto chuckled, " Seems even with your suppressed emotions you are feeling anger; you should see your face. Not even Lucifer knows this, though. "
Clenching my fist, knowing this was the best ti to get so valuable information, I sucked in my flaring anger, pushing it down into the depths of my soul. " But why?"
"He thrives on drama. And it's honestly the reason why I orchestrated the Rebellion." He uttered and turned to with that mischievous smile, "When Father told all these truths during a eting, I had off the books. I couldn't help but tell him the tales of my plan."
"You told god you wanted to rebel?"
"Indeed. I told Father well before it happened and that Samael would lead the charge." He uttered, looking up with a mischievous smile, " Father laughed and asked if I was trying to anger him. I nodded. Knowing there was no point in hiding, he is all-seeing and all-knowing. But it was then we had a particular discussion."
My heart began to pick up as I stared at the smile slowly fading, " I may have orchestrated Heavens Rebellion, but Father pushed it along. He knew Lucifer would forever look down upon his creations, despite being one. He told what life would be without conflict for his creations. And were we not one of them? And for this reason alone, I think it was the core reason why he never made an appearance during the War."
"I thought it was to allow others to believe he was not one to rule through pure fear. " I said, finally understanding that fear was temporary while effective; it has its limits.
"I still speak with Father, but you must understand that while we did fall, it indeed angered him a little. And in response, the hells grew in power. But so did the Heavens as ti went on."
"Wait! What about the Seven Sins? If god created them all, then he must have felt all of—"
The Throne of Blood and Ash! Wait, who sits on that throne? If there is a throne, there is—
"Go on, boy, do continue," phisto said, cutting my thoughts to pieces in a hungry tone, eying like I was at.
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