Chapter 435: Higher State Of Being (1/2)
'Abbadon, where are we?' Gurvel asked fearfully, holding onto the lining of my robes. ”Eons, it's been.'
'Eon?' I uttered at home surrounded by night in this Temple of Eternal Darkness 'yes... eons... it matters not, we must head deeper.'
'But,'
'Deeper,' I urged through this ethereal land of familiarity.
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”Abbadon, don't do this. Please, I am begging you!” Gurvel desperately bellowed, screaming, kicking, and clawing at my arm as we stood before a gate. ”WE have to run! RUN!!!”
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”Why?”
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'My name is Arsene Snow, and I am but a shadow... .'
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Snapping my eyes open, the dry taste of blood touched upon my lips as I gagged, coughing up another mouth full of blood. Still woozy, I fell face-first into my blood, watching as bobbles begin to rise.
”I hate my life,” I grunted, using all my strength to flip over onto my back. Groaning at the intense pain, comparable to someone pealing the skin from my body, I moaned.
”Your awake?” Baphomet mocked with a cheeky smile sitting in a meditative position.
”You didn't heal me?” I complained after a few seconds of catching my breath.
”Ask the Ring of Bael; let it cast a few Circles to heal you. I have zero interest in babying you, but I am surprised you are alive. ” Baphomet admitted smiling. ”You were breaking down, yet here you are.”
”Your a shitty bastard,” I grunted restlessly, gasping for air. ”But I didn't know it could do that. It seems I am still unworthy.”
”no shit,”
”Dick,”