Last Son: Book One

Chapter 31 Samael's 1st trial: Number 13

"Hahaha... Are you ready to complete your final trial?." Samael approached him slowly and replied to his statement with confidence. "I am here—am I? So let the final trial begin." The holy being, the number thirteen is sealed onto his headwear, looking at Samael, then the holy vessel speaks to Samael about his final trial. "So you are destined to save the universe?." Samael turned his head away to the right and replied with a malicious tone in his voice. "I don't care about your universe or the others. I just want to save my planet and those who still reside on this planet." The holy vessel responds to Samael's ignorant speech, raising his staff which is made of pure gold, and then revealing the true tension between him and Samael. "Hahaha... You are a victim of your own words. If you don't care about others—besides your own. Then you'll have lost already in this fight against the [great darkness] and all worlds, including yours, will suffer greater darkness like never before that occurred in all planets history." Samael looked right at the number thirteen and replied. "Hmmm... If the world is going to face greater darkness than ever before. I will not let anything or anyone stand in my way—of protecting humanity at all cost." The Holy vessel, approaching closer to Samael, responded to Samael's misconception about the perilous events that are taking place at this moment, but Samael's thoughts are concerned about escaping the realm he is currently present. "If you want to save humanity—then you have no choice but to go through me. If you are truly the one... Then you'll have no problem with your final trial." Samael is standing firmly in battle position, raising his sword and then replying to the holy vessel. "Dammit, I don't care about your ideology—ahhh!." The holy vessel raised his pure gold staff, casting a binding spell on Samael, preventing him from proceeding to his position, and then the holy vessel began to chant in a foreign language. Samael is trying to get out of this golden ring, that ties his physical body from making any movement, and the number thirteen gradually makes its way to Samael. "You damn bastard!!! When I get loose from here—you dead." The holy vessel chuckles, then makes a remarkable statement, and Samael becomes speechless. "At ease... I'm not here to kill you. If I wanted to kill you—you'll be dead before you take your last breath. It's incredible to see a mortal being fight for his life—even if he's unable to budge." Samael puts his head down, hiding his eyes, and number thirteen continues to converse with Samael. "Don't give up now. I'll need a challenger to be free and give me a glorious fight—to set things accordingly that are already planned." Samael's head is still down, then he murmurs, and then Samael heeds to his inner voice. "You are destined to do more son of Azazel." Samael regained his subconscious mind, tilted his head back to normal position, and replied to the holy vessel in a calm voice. "So... You are number thirteen—and your twelve wise counselors were my stepping stones to get here and face my true trial." The holy vessel drew nearer to Samael, looking upon him with insight. "The twelve... I will show you havoc—while you're bonded, and look helpless." Samael is still trying to figure out how to set himself free from the number thirteen, which casts his golden ring that binds Samael. "You call this a fair fight?." The holy vessel stands six feet away from Samael, he chants in a foreign language and then raises his staff which is made of pure gold. As Samael is still unable to move, pure white mist shapes, the pure white cloud encompasses a wide radius of the sanctuary, and then arrows appear in the pure white mist from all four directions, and the number thirteen designs the arrows to lock on Samael. "Don't fret... As I said, I am not here to kill you. I have all thirteen arrows—ready to be released and penetrate your spirit. If you survive this then you'll be released, and stand in the presence of the gods of Azurians—and be highly awarded." The holy vessel fired his thirteen arrows, Samael persisted, doing his best to free himself from the golden ring that binds him up, and as the thirteen arrows were about to strike Samael. Samael closes his eyes, The white fog hides Samael momentarily, and then the fog begins to clear up. Samael is no longer bound by the golden ring or the thirteen arrows that were shot by the number thirteen, he stands in silence and Samael approaches him fearlessly. "Is it over!?." The holy vessel, enunciated with Samael and now the holy vessel, and Samael is presently standing in front of the presence of Azurian gods. Samael spoke softly; "So what is this place?." The number thirteen replied to Samael, then gave him his reward for completing all trials and opening a portal for Samael to leave this realm. "It's our home... this place you are standing in—is the place where us seven is seated in the presence of the great light. Her domain—is our domain, and we must annihilate those who succeed as a threat." Samael folded his arms and then replied with sarcasm. "I didn't know—you gods feel threatened by me." Samael then laughed, The number thirteen stared at him with confusion, and then Samael spoke further. "It's a joke... Lighten up. You gods need a sense of humor." The holy vessel sends Samael his way, retaining his Azureus orb, and possessing a new orb, [tranity of hope], and also possessing a new weapon, [ancient azurian-hope blade]. Now Samael heading toward the portal, and as soon he enters the portal, the number thirteen closes the portal, and then Samael returns to the Azurian haven. "That felt weird... A lot weirder than the Aza digital world." The Azurian Haven looks different than when Samael first entered the Azurian Haven with the Azurian watcher. The Azurian Haven had somewhat life with the aider being there but now the aider is gone, the Azurian Haven is covered with black liquid, and black blobs are nested everywhere in the Azurian Haven. The place is dark, with little glow due to the black blobs and the air retains a foul smell, and snarling in every direction, like a pack of wolves but the creatures are different, they smell, have excellent hearing, and their vision is extraordinary, and some have fur, others have dark skin tone, and the surface of their skins are harsh like sandpaper. The wolf-like creatures came out of their hiding place and surrounded Samael, and Samael stood firmly in battle position. As the creatures made an attack, Samael dodged and rolled out of the way to avoid the wolf-like creatures' razor teeth that could impale through any solid object. "Alright, you darn ugly mutts!!! Time to starve—and feast on my blade." Then Abbie intervened, Samael's feet were planted on the ground, positioned in a battle formation, and his ancient Pterodac sword was raised above his eye level. "Adventurous!!! Come... I'll show you the way out of here." Samael fought his way through the wolf-like creatures, following his companionship, which is an artificial intelligence that was created for the digital Aza world, and the company of those who explore this digital world. Now, will Samael escape these flesh-eating predators? Or will Samael suffer from the jawbone of the beasts that taste their lower lips, or will he fight and live to see his way out of this place?