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However, observing this scene, Moya had no reaction because the aura emanating from the Mother of Demons wasn’t as potent as that of the other five.
Under that inexplicable ’knowledge’ ability, Moya knew it should symbolize the chaotic spirit of life in the Abyss, but for so reason, the power of the demon god before her seed sowhat ’vague’ to the Mother of Demons’ perception.
’It doesn’t matter, it has nothing to do with .’
With a slight fluctuation of consciousness, Moya’s attention shifted once more.
The third one she looked at appeared to be ’normal,’ at least Moya felt her subconscious was sowhat quieter and no longer so vehently resistant.
It was a titan with three heads and eight arms. To the sensory abilities of the Mother of Demons, each of its heads possessed different powers—one slowly corroded everything, another efficiently brought ruin to all spirits, and the final, central head could enhance itself by absorbing the power from its slaughters.
Every head had its distinct attributes, but their commonality was that they all symbolized the Abyss’s destruction of order.
Nothing special, Moya continued looking backward, the fourth and fifth ones catching her gaze simultaneously.
One had dark red skin and robust limbs, with enormous flesh wings and long horns, its body engulfed in unceasing flas; the other was covered in frost and fog, its form concealed beneath, difficult to discern.
That inexplicable ’intuition’ told Moya that, just like the birth of the third demon god was influenced by so ’foreign object’ that appeared in the Abyss, these two demon gods were similarly affected. One had received power from so Fla Kingdom, the other had rged with the essence expelled from a foggy realm.
These two powers endowed them with abilities beyond re Abyssal traits, granting them such unique capabilities.
’Hmm, interesting.’
’And the last one.’
Moya’s gaze moved to the final demon god.
Compared to the previous five, the entity hiding at the end did not possess its body and form. It was a mass of ever-changing shadows, at tis leaping, at other tis silent.
It seed different from the first five, but as curiosity arose in her heart, Moya ’understood’ once more the nature of its powers. It was of chaos and shadow, a manifestation of the imbalance in Chaos’s power—in this world where darkness far outweighed light, it symbolized the Abyss’s shadow.
’These are six peculiar fellows, as nauseating as the Hekatonkheires.’
An inexplicable train of thought surfaced in Moya’s mind, but although she did not suddenly ’know’ sothing this ti, the Mother of Demons had no intention of pondering. Although she did not rember what the Hekatonkheires were, it must be a similar entity she had once encountered.
But co to think of it...
"So, what do I look like?"
This ti it wasn’t a thought but an actual voice. Even if Moya herself was unclear where her voice-producing organs were located, she had indeed spoken.
The imagery of the six demon gods finally piqued the curiosity of the Mother of Demons. She wanted to see what she looked like, but upon trying, she discovered that she couldn’t do so.
Consciousness can’t observe itself, or at least the instinct-driven Moya couldn’t manage to. Realizing this, she felt sowhat dejected.
’Then let’s wait for them to awaken... When they awake, I’ll have them tell what I look like.’
Not remaining dejected for long, Moya perked up again, as she had noticed that as she awakened, those six demons surrounding her were also finally about to acquire their full consciousness.
Just as she had observed them, she decided to let them articulate her appearance. And so, as she waited, ti slowly drifted by.
The distorted chronology of the Abyss had no standard asure, and Moya didn’t know how long she had waited. Until at so mont, she suddenly realized that the weakest, and most peculiar, demon god showed signs of awakening.
Its wings’ myriad eyes trembled as if about to open at any mont. Thus, Moya laboriously shifted herself before it.
"What do I look like?"
At that instant, Moya spoke again, sensing that the other’s consciousness had beco whole. And in the next mont following her inquiry, the demon god’s eyes also opened instantaneously. A million beams of light shot forth, releasing its power outward, not out of intent but as a sign of the demon god’s yet unlearned control.
They didn’t need control, those without moral concepts would not mind if they inadvertently hard others. Just like Moya before, the newly born demon god instinctively scanned its surroundings, its many eyes being the perfect tool. And the first thing it beheld was its creator who had nourished it, the Mother of all Demons of the Abyss.
Whoosh—
A million eyes closed in an instant, followed by the flow of blood-colored liquid from the eyelids. Across from the demon god, Moya didn’t even realize what had just occurred.
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’What’s wrong?’ she asked.
Receiving no response, Moya only saw the other’s wings vibrating, retreating backward. She was about to question this oddly behaving fellow, but in the next mont, the Mother of Demons was drawn to the blood flowing in the void.
It was like a mirror, reflecting her appearance. Staring at the reflection in the liquid, Moya was stunned for a mont.
The ’beauty’ seen by the conscious mind clashed with the utmost ’ugliness’ comprehended by the subconscious, striking her consciousness with intensity. In an instant, this extrely strong sensory shock suddenly awakened Moya’s mory, and she finally rembered who she was.
However, at that mont, she wished she had never rembered.
’I...’
’I am Mnemosyne... I am the Goddess of Titans... I am the God of Script and innate language... I am, the Mother of Demons—’
’...’
’—Ah!’
A piercing scream echoed through the Abyss, violent power shaking the world; the once Titan deity finally rembered everything, but the current outco was more than she could bear.
She had co to Tartarus seeking power, and indeed she had gotten what she wanted. However, the cost was the permanent loss of everything about herself apart from that power.
The Abyss trembled, the newly born Demon Gods had not yet fully awakened when they were sent flying by Moya’s power. After venting her rage, the Mother of Demons looked up at the very ’top,’ where the interface between the Abyss and the present world lay, the gateway to the Underworld.
Behind that was the source of everything.
’Laine—!’
Moya’s succinct syllables contained anger that could not be washed away by all the waters of the four seas; if it weren’t for that being who had stolen her godhood, how could she have ended up like this today?
There were others too, those beings that refused to help her, they all deserved to die—she wanted to go out, to let all life in the present world taste despair and pain, but before she could start, that ’enlightening’ power from before sent another will her way, stopping her actions.
’...’
’Hell... another thief?’.
’...’
’Fine... then I will deal with you first, before I take care of the rest!’
In that mont, Moya profoundly understood the Abyss, she knew the anger of having one’s power taken away—even though Tartarus actually didn’t feel anger.
So she turned around, her gaze following so guidance, and saw the world hidden behind the temporal barrier.
It was very similar to the forr material realm, orderly and harmonious. Even now, Moya preferred such places.
But she was different now... so the Mother of Demons shrieked again, summoning those Demon Gods she had just shaken out.
Having sensed the will of the Abyss, in this mont, she only wanted to bring total destruction to this world.
...
The Nine Hells, Central Courtyard.
Two ’suns’ shone from above, illuminating the figure on the floating island. The consciousness of the World Serpent was there, alongside the master of the Nine Hells, observing everything outside.
Six Demon Gods, the Mother of Demons, neither they nor the Abyss seed intent on concealing their tracks at this mont.
’She seems to be calling your na... Laine, listen, that’s quite a deep grudge.’
Next to the familiar table and chairs, Asmodeus drank a cup of tea. However, unlike his casual tone, his facial expression was extrely serious.
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