The Crawford's Multiverse Of Madness Cont'd

Chapter 189 - Adallindis Of The Akasha Race

Zeel reappeared at a castle in Europe – Alcazar of Segovia.

He thought it was a suitable place for what was to come, after all, the beings he came to see were roughly from the time period where castles still flourished.

Zeel's ankle was still marked with an Ombos symbol, Zeel racked his brain with ways to get rid of it. The Hybrid Runes were useless to try and get rid of something so ancient and powerful.

Zeel could tell the Being he offended was extremely dangerous, but he was also not someone that could be messed with at anyone's convenience.

It was ironic that both Zeel and the unnamed being marked each other, and they were both dying for different reasons.

At this point, it was not about whether they would find each other to battle it out, but more along the lines of who would die first? Zeel or the unnamed Being?

Sadly, Zeel was not one to have an enemy one-up him.

Zeel was forced to use knowledge from the Forbidden Cube to address the matter, and that came at a price – the price that those looking for him would come closer to finding him.

Without the memories in the Forbidden Cube, Zeel, Alice and Elizabeth were safe because they were unpredictable, but the moment Zeel knew where to find what he needed, he became predictable.

Being predictable was a detriment to staying alive.

Zeel steadily walked through the old castle, not failing to appreciate the old, brittle walls that held many stories that the Earth would forever remember.

The rough feeling at the tips of his fingers reminded Zeel about his time training in castles like this one.

Finally, Zeel walked into a room, he could hear the sounds of gulping with great intensity.

However, the moment he walked into the room, there was nothing out of place. At the center of the room stood two small kids, 12-years-old at most.

The pink walls of the room were a bit strange but Zeel said nothing as he stared at the kids in front of himself. They appeared both scared and curious at the same time.

"Are you here to help us, Sir?" the little girl asked.

Zeel watched her curiously, she had his ruby-red eyes, but with white hair instead of silver hair.

The boy that stood next to her seemed much less reliable, the bloodthirstiness hidden in his eyes could not be concealed as well as his sister's.

Zeel then looked at the room, and he was truly impressed. It took a very powerful illusionist to compel him to see anything at all.

"You should be careful when you mess with people's minds," Zeel murmured as he opened his mind to the intrusion of the little girl.

Suddenly, the little girl fell to her knees and began to spasm erratically.

Her mouth was foaming, her eyes rolling back, and soon the layers of pink on the walls began to slowly fade away.

What was revealed all over the room was flesh blood that bathed the walls, and body parts loitered the ground.

"How many have you killed since you awoke?" Zeel asked curiously.

He could care less about who they killed, but should their activities exceed a certain amount, Alice would hear the prayers of those who they killed.

The little boy was not one for much talk, his fingernails grew and he lounged at Zeel.

He was so fast that even Zeel was a bit surprised, but he quickly recovered and said one-word "Activate,"