Kiel walked down the stairs toward the dark basent in his long white robe with gold motives, his porcelain mask covering his face and the hood that covered his hair. He was followed by two knights in jet-black armor, the sa knights that Aris fought. The mont he walked into the complete darkness, his glowing dark orange eyes beca the only thing that was visible in the basent.
Kiel saw two knights standing in front of the door made of stone, preventing anyone from entering. He raised his right hand gracefully at them, and the knights imdiately opened the heavy door for him. The ceiling and the ground were trembling when they opened the door, falling dust dirtied Kiel's robe, but he wasn't bothered by it.
As soon as the door was fully open, a bright purple light lit the room and the pungent sll of rotten flesh struck their noses. They were unbothered by the sll, especially Kiel, who wasn't fazed or shocked by the view of living humans being mutilated by a person in a blood-red robe with gold engravings.
Kiel stood at the door, didn't say a word, and watched as the person in a blood-red robe experinted on human bodies. He could see the humans' eyes were wide open, but their mouths were closed as if they were unable to move their muscles. Tears were falling to their cheeks, fear written on their faces as their bodies were being torn and ripped apart.
"To see you co all the way down here, there must be sothing important," the person in the blood-red robe said. The voice was deep, but distorted, making it hard to distinguish whether the person was a man or a woman.
Kiel slowly approached the person in the blood-red robe and stood beside them. He watched the humans placed and stacked on the table with their trembling eyes glaring at him. He could see the pain, fear, and hopelessness in their eyes, but he didn't care.
"Soone is hunting us down... successfully..." Kiel answered as he watched the person in the blood-red robe observe an arm and a leg in his hands to study them. "We need to make a move, Yaza. We don't have much ti," he said as he put his hands behind his back.
Yaza's eyes glowed bright red underneath the porcelain mask he wore. The eyes grew wider, and it was enough to make all the humans faint out of fear.
"Didn't you say that no humans could stop us? Why is it the mont I have my ti, you said sothing like this?" Yaza glared at Kiel, and his gaze alone was enough to crack the porcelain mask he wore.
Kiel stared back at Yaza, making the demon knights tremble in fear, and began to kneel with their heads lowered. Unlike Yaza, Kiel didn't harbor any emotion in his glowing eyes, and they reflected no fear or emotion.
"Because a Saint ca here, that woman nad Astrea," Kiel answered.
"She's a nobody, a re human with a divine power, nothing more," Yaza sounded a bit annoyed by Kiel's excuse. "If you're trying to stop
from my own creation, I'll make sure that you'll be punished by our Master," he glared at Kiel as he leaned his face toward Kiel's face.
"She plays a small part of it, and I know that she's just God's favorite tiny toy. That's not the problem, but the force behind her," Kiel stared right into Yaza's glowing red eyes. "We lost a Duke, and a King. We both know that there's only a tiny portion of humans in this world that are capable of killing them. Who are they? We don't know, but as long as Astrea is here, they will keep hunting us down, successfully," he pointed out.
Yaza tilted his head like an owl, to the point that his head was almost upside down, but then he turned his head to look at the humans on his table.
"Soone is capable of killing a Duke? and a King?" Yaza's eyes glowed even brighter, but this ti it wasn't anger, it was a thrill. "Wouldn't that be interesting if we captured whoever they were?" He nacingly and disturbingly tilted his head again as he glared at Kiel.
"You want
to send one of the Pri Lords to investigate? What if they ended up dead as well?" Kiel asked.
"Well? Wouldn't that be interesting? I'll personally look who it is and I can make sothing out of them," Yaza answered as he held a human's head by the hair and wiggled it around. "We only have a few Pri Lords here, losing one won't be a problem since we will get sothing in return," he glanced at Kiel as he threw away the head, believing it was defective compared to other human heads.
Kiel thought for a mont, realizing it wouldn't be a bad idea to let one Pri Lord cease to exist even though Pri Lords were fallen angels just like him and Yaza. With that outco, whether they could capture the killer or not, or if the Pri Lord lived or died, it wasn't the main goal. He could deduct who was capable of killing a Pri Lord, and that would narrow it down to reveal the killer. He believed no humans were capable of killing a Pri Lord, and only Orthias, the ancient race that was capable of doing so.
"Will you take responsibility for this decision, Yaza? Will you deal with our Master's wrath if this didn't go well?" Kiel asked calmly.
"I will," Yaza answered without hesitation as he stared right into Kiel's glowing orange eyes.
Kiel glanced at the human on the table that had regained consciousness. He stared at the man with his glowing orange eyes, and suddenly the man's eyes turned white as his whole body twitched uncontrollably. He then brushed his hand under the white glove on the man's head, taking the man's soul and killing him painlessly.
"How's the progress to create a Nephilim, Yaza?" Kiel asked as he stared at the man's soul in his hand and inhaled it.
"This thing called Mana, it's the only thing that prevents
from finishing my experint. It's too complicated, unlike the humans from Earth..." Yaza answered as he pulled the man's dead body from the pile and ripped the skin off like peeling a banana. "Everything looks the sa, but different..." he muttered as he stared at the anatomy of the man's skinless body.
"Didn't our Master have that woman, Illidan?" Kiel stared at the man's body. "She holds knowledge about this world since she's an Orthias, an ancient race of this world," he took the man's body from Yaza's hand, putting his hand on the man's mouth, putting demonic energy into the body.
"Maybe it really isn't that simple to understand," Yaza responded and watched the body turn into a Corrupted. "The situation over there is more problematic, isn't it? The North really put their fight against our Master, which is quite comndable," he pointed out and continued to mutilate the human bodies on his table.
"Maybe it is..." Kiel muttered as he stared down at the Corrupted that kneeled in front of him. "However, we really don't have ti for your experint, Yaza. We need more army," Kiel glanced at the bodies on the table, thinking that he could be more useful than being lab rats for Yaza.
"Use those humans called revolutionaries that have bowed down under your rule. Aren't they enough for an army?" Yaza glanced at Kiel, reading Kiel's thoughts beneath that mask he wore. "Don't touch my toy, you already have your own toy," he warned.
"We have a feeling that nothing will be enough..." Kiel said as he turned around and stared at the demon knights. "Sothing is amiss, and I don't know what..." he muttered and decided to walk away from the table.
"Amiss? Even for all of you?" Yaza looked at Kiel from over his shoulder, the body that was possessed by a few Fallen Watchers inside it.
Kiel didn't say a word, his gaze was pointed at the spot on the floating purple fla on the wall. He couldn't find the reason behind his worries no matter how hard he tried.
"That human that you spoke of, who was it again?" Yaza asked as he gently caressed a woman's face on his table, admiring her complexion and then turning into irritation. "Did you find him after he made a deal with you?" He asked as he crushed the woman's face, irritated by God's creation that he couldn't decipher.
"Rasmus Blackheart, that's his na," Kiel answered. "And no, I haven't seen him. Azel said that he was on the East Neva, but then he disappeared..." he continued and listened to the sound of a skull being crushed behind his ears.
"I want to et him... I want to observe his body and mind..." Yaza muttered as he wiped the blood from his glove on the woman's body.
"We have sothing in common..." Kiel responded and then left the room.
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