239 I swear on my True Name (2/2)
”Good, now you only have to swear in the name of the Heavenly Creator World that you will not return to your original battle power during the fight no matter the circumstance.” There was a meaningful smile on Zatiel's face when he said that.
The woman with wings made of crystal did not respond immediately and she stared at Zatiel for a moment.
”I give you my word, I will not break the codes of our fight.”
”Oh, I am sorry, you confuse me with someone who gives a shit about your word. I know that your stupid race would never break an oath made in the name of the Heavenly Creator World, even if that means losing a war. If you want the fight, you will do it.” Zatiel mocked the woman and did not move from his position.
In the mind of the Neo-Demon, those who are stupid enough to trust the words of their enemies deserved to die. He would easily break an oath that had no real restriction on him if that meant killing his opponent.
”How dare you speak about our sacred world with your filthy mouth?. If you are too scared to fight, just say it and stop giving excuses.” The voice of the woman was filled with viciousness.
The truth was that she never intended to fulfill her promise. She would have broken every restriction in her battle power at the first sign of losing. Her life could not be compared to the one of a beast.
Zatiel did not bother to answer her and just shook his head. He truly wanted this fight, despite the immense damage on his body, he was still able to launch an attack with Rank 4 battle power one last time.
”Hmph, you cowardly trash, you are just like the rest of your people. They all wept as I destroyed their souls!.”
When Zatiel heard those words his eyes widened for a second and he looked at the origin. Oliver stared back at him and there was a mocking smile on his face.
The Ancestor of the Neo-Demon race closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, all the rage and killing intent disappeared. He did not control his emotions or kept them at bay, they just faded.
His eyes were empty, and they seemed to connect with his soul that was void of any emotion. One could feel an emptiness that absorbed everything.
The Soul Forging existences of the Heavenly race felt a wave of horror assault them. The smile on Oliver's face froze and he felt he had just made a great mistake.
”There will come a day when you and everyone you have ever cared about will be in a room with me. You will tell me who is the one you love the most and I will inflict in that person as much pain as possible before killing him. Then the others will have their turn and they will curse your name until they lose their mind due to the horrible things I will do to them.
You will never experience the release of death. I will make sure your soul remains until the end of times, with only darkness and your memories to accompany you. I swear on my True Name that you will suffer that destiny.”
Zatiel's voice was robotic, with not a single shred of emotion in it, but that made the terror his words provoked increase.
Oliver could not stop his body from shivering. What he just heard was a type of torture that even the most horrible part of Abyss and Baator would not inflict.
The Neo-Demon was not finished and with the same emotionless voice, he continued speaking.
”The reason why I say this is not to threaten you but to make you felt fear. I want you to know that every day that passes I get stronger and you get closer to that hell. Nothing you can do will stop me and even if your soul is destroyed, I will bring you back. Your future is already decided.”