Chapter 506: Lilith - Asmodeus and Me (1/2)

Catching Sene, the moment the light faded from his eyes. My smile couldn't have gotten bigger.

”You are a monster; you know that?” I whispered, passing down my abyssal energy with a loving kiss. That seemed to warm his cold body.

Witnessing the entire realm crack and shatter like glass, we appeared once more in the backyard of our estate, standing near Baphomet, eyeing Arsene solemnly.

”Scared?” I mocked, unable to help myself.

”He was looking at me with the power of the Weave. He should not have that ability, Lilith. And even if he does, I have seen quite a few with that ability, but none of them are like his eyes. They seem different. As if hone by a foreign power, for him to control easily.”

Creasing my brow, my grip around Sene grew a bit tighter. Was it from the temple of Darkness? No, it can't be. One cannot simply hone a person's ability to hone the Power of the Weave. I still struggle to understand how it works, as it takes far too much Soulforce to use in battle.

”Do you understand the weave?” I hesitantly asked, knowing that one should not ask such a personal question.

”I understand a single string and half of a node. And once a Dao cycle occurs, I will lose that knowledge. Understanding the Weave is impossible. It has its benefits, but--”

”But, it's time-consuming.” I finished, having also dabbled a bit in the Weave, I found no use in it. Nevertheless, Sene's eyes and brain can understand it almost instinctually. Could this be a gift? A blessing from a higher being?

”Aye, Lass. ” Pursing his lips a bit jealously, he shook his head, ”You wanna have around against me? I would love to see that blade you are keeping hidden.”

”Nope, I got to meet Father today, remember? You coming?”

Rolling his eyes, Baphomet snorted, snapping his fingers pulling a Gate of Brimstone out of thin air. ”Don't really have a choice, Asmo and I have a war to plan. We have a few moles we need to plan for and plug.”

Glancing at the simple-looking gate that had turned many realms into rivers of blood, I shook my head at how easy it was to summon versus the old days during the war of devils and Demons.

Back then, the Angels had locked the entire Bed of Chaos down, blocking the devils from forming Gates. It was a massacre on every front. One needed multiple worlds as a sacrifice to summon a gate of brimstone to the material plane.

Tracing my hand over the stones that would sear the skin of any devil or demon, a soft buzz of recognition rang through the air.

”This may be the last time you know. The Angels are probably are about to lock the bed of chaos again. Blood is about to fall. Tons of blood.” Baphomet warned, stepping through the swirling vortex.

Glancing back at the manner I stepped through, welcoming the familiar heat of hell against my flesh. Fathers' domain was a bit hot but not enough to kill a mortal. The ninth level was the most normal out of all the other hells.

But it was all a lie, a form of deceit to hide a single truth. This is the layer that not even the strongest wish to fall in. Death is simple, but hell is a beginning of an end that will never come.

Standing in the halls filled with statues of Fallen Angels, with wings that resemble flames, I could not help but marvel at the hundreds around me. I didn't know it back then, but the Devils or Demons do not rule hell, but rather the Fallen.