Chapter 1 - Prologue (2/2)

”It's truly unfortunate, Ezekiel. Your legend, your life, it'll end here. Return that which you stole, and your end shall be one without pain. I give you my word.” The middle-aged man said with a slight shake of his head, disregarding Ezekiel's false bravado. He'd already considered every scenario and locked out every conceivable way for him to escape. There was nothing left but death for this talented youth.

”You sure about that?” Ezekiel slightly laughed as he pulled out a compass-like object with eight orientating arrows pointing in the eight directions.

Witnessing this, the middle-aged man's eyes rose in curiosity, but suddenly this surprise turned into one of fierce panic and fear. An expression this man had not known for millennia. He reached out with his palm and grabbed, the world fiercely quaked, and it seemed that the very heavens would collapse and the skies would rend.

However, it was too late.

With a flash of brilliant white light and a quiet ripple of power emitted from the compass, Ezekiel's body, under the collapsing of the heavens and the skies, blipped out of existence. The man's expression changed harshly as the space that was originally inhabited by Ezekiel shattered into oblivion, but Ezekiel was already gone.

--Crimson Devil Realm, Year 12,330 of the Rebirth Era.

”Ar-Ariel...w-why?” Ezekiel, the silver-winged youth, struggled with all his might to utter those words between his heavy panting and upheavals of the chest. His once gorgeous wings were tainted with black gases that seemed to seep into his soul. Inside the eyes once filled with unlimited confidence were unwilling disbelief, soul-deep pain, and sheer disappointment - the disappointment directed mostly towards himself.

His gaze never left this once-so familiar figure.

A grey-skinned, crimson-eyed girl dressed in a crimson knee-length dress with the visual appearance of a 17-18-year-old girl slowly muttered. She stood in mid-air with the air of an empress, and her gaze looked as if all beneath the heavens were under her control. This gaze contained deep contempt and disdain as she looked towards this once proud figure of the myriad realms. Now, he was nothing more than an individual waiting for his death.

”You brought this upon yourself. Your foolish ambitions and wanton desires towards me.” Her words were harsh, and to Ezekiel, this was the first time he'd heard her speak in such a tone. She, who he trusted wholeheartedly. She, who obtained his heart. Heralded as the heavenly pairing of this millennia, but it seems men presume and the heavens laugh.

Ezekiel couldn't help but laugh at this realization of her words and the reason for her actions.

Seeing this laugh, Ariel simply said, ”I never loved you. I have always wanted to kill you, and now...I've done so.” A sort of peaceful serenity was revealed in her voice.

Ezekiel was silent at this. He was currently inflicted with a soul-decaying technique which he could not dispel with his cultivation. At this moment, almost ninety percent of his soul had been corroded, and it was damage that'd take centuries to repair. He calmed himself down and stood upright like a spear in mid-air as if saying: 'Even if you or the world wants me to die, I'll die on my feet.' However, his eyes spoke even further volumes.

Even if the heavens want me dead, they must be willing to pay the price. If you want me dead? Ha, you're not worthy, and I'm not willing!

A surging ghostly blaze exploded from his eyes, and it seemed as if his entire cultivation was burning up as if to detonate his entire existence to take her with him to the netherworld.

”I, Ezekiel Zatanna Saintora, shall not die today. You, wash your neck. I'll take it someday, along with the others.” His words were filled with no hint of exhaustion or pain and filled with undying resolution.

Seeing this, Ariel's beautiful face scrunched up in an ugly fashion and darted away to avoid dying from Ezekiel's self-detonation. However, unlike what she thought would happen — a violent explosion — instead, it was as if Ezekiel's physical body was evaporated into air revealing only his soul form that was filled with black gas. It flickered in and out of existence as if only a light blow would snuff out his soul.

A white light, emitting an aura of both extreme life and extreme death — Samsara — emitted from the core of his soul. The black gas was rid of almost instantly, revealing a weakened soul form of Ezekiel's silhouette in the world, and in his hand was a compass with eight orientating arrows.

Ariel's expression turned into one of absolute disbelief at the series of events that had just played out. With her utmost speed, she rushed with blazing light surrounding her towards Ezekiel's form, her hand formed a blade and slashed out in an attempt to destroy whatever Ezekiel's intentions may be.

However...it was too late.

With a flash of brilliant white light and a quiet ripple of power emitted from the compass, Ezekiel's soul blipped out of existence.

Ariel's eyes widened as the words previously spoken of by Ezekiel resounded in her mind and very soul. Surprisingly, this girl's eyes dripped with wet tears.

Tears of fear and despair.

--Xiantu Realm, Year 12,330 of the Rebirth Era.

Ezekiel soul form blipped into existence above a minor world and surged downwards. His eyes filled with unyielding determination and surging killing intent. With his physical body destroyed, his cultivation had been lost, and his soul form was severely weakened. However, he still possessed his personal possessions.

He glanced at the ethereal ring on his finger that seemed attached to his soul. It emitted slight spatial ripples. With this and his experience, it wouldn't be long before he returned to his previous strength. When that happened, his revenge will be swift on all those who betrayed him. On all those who hunted him. On all those he wished to kill!

For now, he simply needed to find a physical body to host his soul, so that he can begin reconstructing a proper body for himself. As he plummeted downwards, his eyes caught sight on the grassy knolls of the hillside a boy youth running away. His eyes gleamed with unyielding resolve. Without hesitation, he directed his soul form to descend rapidly towards this youth. He will wipe out his soul, and start anew!

Unfortunately, men presume and the heavens laugh.

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