296 2nd layer (2/2)
They adopted all kinds of monstrous forms that portrayed the true nature of their souls, and not a single one of them could be considered anything else than a completely evil being.
Zatiel was so small that he could not even compare to a finger of these statues, and they were just a representation of the might of their souls. They were beings of absolute power, and if they managed to escape, they would throw the entire universe into chaos for hundreds of thousands of years.
Luckily, he had the protection of the Black Hole Runic Set and white membrane, or else the power of the black gas and pressure of the runes would have erased his existence.
Just like in the statues in the lower layers, they reacted to Zatiel's presence, but although they released an aura full of negative emotions, they all still had their rationality intact, and wisdom could be seen in their eyes.
The souls sealed in The Final Purgatory experienced times millions of times faster than in the rest of the universe. However, to the entities in the 3rth layer, even eons of solitude and agony could not break their wills.
The Neo-Demon felt all types of messages reach him, but he ignored them. The more time he spent on this layer, the more energy the white membrane would consume, and since he had nothing to say to them, he just flew to the rune formation in the sky and proceeded to the next layer.
The 2nd layer of the Final Purgatory was different from the others. Unlike the black gas that filled the previous layers, this one was saturated by a white fog.
Instead of negative emotions, what this fog expressed was peace, harmony, and order. Nevertheless, this did not mean the white fog was less dangerous than the black gas.
The white fog could push the soul of an individual into a quiet dream, from where they may never wake up.
In this layer, there was only one crystal statue, and unlike the others that were black, this one was white. The fog was so thick that it concealed the figure of the statue, but if the ones in the 3rd layer could compare to stars, the size of this one could equal a moon.
Zatiel focused on the white statue and saw how its eyes glowed. The next moment less than ten meters away from the Neo-Demon, a man materialized.
This man was averagely handsome, with short blonde hair and a kind face. His appearance was nothing special, but the aura that overflowed his body made clear he was someone unique and that even the great powerhouses of the universe would only bring shame to them if they compared with him.
The Ancestor of the Neo-Demon race could feel a righteous spirit coming from this man and a resolute personality that would never back down under any situation.
Zatiel knew that his senses were not tricking him since this man was someone who would endure the most horrible fate possible if that meant protecting his people and the rest of the life form in the universe.
The man kept his eyes closed, but it was clear he had no problem perceiving his surroundings. He focused on Zatiel and gave a small bow before speaking.
”I have been in this place for a very long time, and I have managed to understand some of its properties and unique capabilities. I know how special this floor is and for you to be the first person to arrive at this place means your identity can only be one. It is an honor to meet The Blight of the Nine Hells, The Butcher of Archdevils, The Master of the Ancient Baernaloths, The Devourer of Baator and Abyss, the one and only Incarnation of Death and Destruction.”