Chapter 135 - Abyssal Grail Ritual Part One: Suspicious Vortex (1/2)

The primal embodiment of the lawful progenitor of the obedience in metaphysical binder, of the ninth layer of the underworld, the sole being that had been influencing the old hell with their questionable obsession with contracts.

Asmodeus.

Knowing that Damascus mentioned the lord of the ninth layer of the underworld, MF would expect her existence to be known by the great archdevil.

'I guess establishing my presence indirectly will benefit me in one way or another.'

There were a couple of interworld travelers from Neamh and to the Old Hell or Underworld in general, MF did read an article and met with one of them in the past that gave her a little hint of what was beneath the iceberg. Although the term Old Hell had been used too loosely and mortals' exploration had uncovered the real Old Hell somewhere hidden in access from Neamh.

The Underworld was vague, it was otherworldly and definitely dangerous to the mind and vessel of someone from the upper world. Only by seeing, one could start to uncover the layer of exaggeration and fairy tale.

”By the ninth where I pledge my nectar of life as a golden gift. Ignite the tinder, set the sky alight in flights of cinders, roll our bond with two new timbers to build a new form of sacredness!”

In the middle of the formation manifested a jetblack grail that was spilling luminescent red liquid. The ground became an infinite tunnel that stretched below in darkness. Both of them were floating above it.

Numerous shards of vapor shadow rose like blooming pollen. The Ouroboros maintained her straight posture with a charming smirk throughout the whole situation.

Ominous and grandiose as it was, Damascus was performing a unique form of contract that was known as the 'Abyssal Grail'. Instead of mutual symbiosis or parasitic pact with terms and clauses, the Abyssal Grail extended one side of the spectrum while maintaining on the giving front while ensuring an established loyalty between the giver, which in this case, Damascus to MF.

”Big man,” Foel glanced at the giant gargoyle. Still dining like heaven, both of them were sitting with crossed legs as they watched the greater contract ceremony. ”What kind of contract is that? Not disrespecting your culture in any way but everything has been more excessive than the contract I knew of.”

”Madam Foel, the Abyssal Grail can tie a beneficial stable bond between the master and servant. Not only that the strong will gave their essence to the weaker side, the power that was received by the servant will be sent again to the master twice.”

”My dearest didn't have any cultivation though, will it work?”

”Lord Ouroboros herself is the avatar of its primal beast, not to mention that she is a pseudo deity that will only grow as time passes. Instead of a power share, my boss will probably receive her power share in the form of blessings.”

Primis listened to the whole conversation like a good child, she was surprised that the buff stone-skinned demon was also buffed in the brain. ”Uncle, you look similar to a mindless raging beast but you're actually smart.”

”We Gargoyles survived by being an assistant or a scouting assassin of a higher hellspawn after all.”

”I would be surprised that a race like you are able to do a stealth activity and assassinate someone with that size,” Foel added.

Galukh laughed. ”Madam Foel, you will be surprised at how we're able to do it.”

”Don't need to be surprised,” Tuli acted like an aristocrat in demeanor after tasting a few cuisines that only a high class could access. ”Gargoyles can stand still for thousands of years and somehow it managed to fool many to believe that they are just statues. Even though it's a common sense already”