Chapter 443: Lilith - Truth (1/2)
Making our way up the spire, I could not help but notice the rising Killing intent upon Arsene fluttering about like a pulsing heart. Growing more potent with each beat.
Just what is going on in that head of his? Someone or something had laid a trap, and Sene fell within it, even before he went into the Temple of Darkness, but whatever it is was still brewing—feeding off something within Sene.
The price of Any Almighty Techniques is dire to use them like Arsene was unheard of. That meant that someone or something was suffering due to Sene's usage or devouring the energy of the backlash.
Moving our feet slowly through the spiraling covered in dirt and webs, I felt hours pass like seconds. Nevertheless, I did nothing but ignore the killing intent burning from Sene.
Narrowing my eyes for a second, I smiled, ”Hey, Sene. Are you chanting the Path of Abyssal Night?”
He turned to me with smoldering darkness, a little confused, ”No. Should I?”
”Well, Father was telling me how he trained some of his men by having them chant the Demonic Doctrine over and over till they did it subconsciously. Allowing the Doctrine to be with them even in their darkest hour.”
Hearing no reply from Sene, I did not push. I was on his side, but whatever was happening with Sene was scaring me. He had already used power to turn a god into a fine mist and remembered nothing.
Heading to the top of the Spire, Sene and I connected our way through a long bridge that joined two different spires. Narrowing my eyes, I frowned as we appeared past the clouds, yet we were not walking that long to cover such a distance.
Moving around, Sene and I did not make conversation. It was a bit strange, but many were looking at Arsene coldly.
”You did this,” He whispered in my ear, causing a smile to appear.
”I think they just hate your brother. I did tell them it was the Silver Devils' fault. I wonder if they have a name for us.”
”That we do,” Said a demonic voice that sounded so familiar.
Noticing a being standing just outside a set of double doors, I smiled at the plain-looking man whose voice was so deep and dark.
He appeared no more than sixteen, yet his presence was monstrous in almost every way. Pulling us closer with his stare, we met his lifeless gaze.
”Aelfwif, I presume? you look far different from that abomination I saw before.” I said, knowing that was his true appearance. While Pureblood looked normal, it was all but a lie. Their actual appearance was bleaker than death.
”Indeed,” He sharply replied, but I did not care.
”The doors behind you,” I said, glancing at the massive double doors.
”That is where our infinite knowledge lie. Our supreme Elders have agreed to allow you both in for one hour of soul searching.” Aelfwif indifferently uttered, staring intently at Sene.
”Stare anymore. I may think you are coming on to me.” Sene reluctantly observed covering his chest in a similar manner to an exposed woman.
”Follow me. ” Aelfwif icily commanded.
Pushing open the double doors, a solemn grimace appeared upon my lips as I gazed at the unlimited number of books stacked near one another.
”Never did like the smell of paper. Always found it to be overrated.”
”I don't know, Arsene. The allure of having a good book will never fade to me. I like it.” I said, but my gaze did not land on the endless stream of books but rather a spherical matrix fluttering in the air.