Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 40: The Tale of the Exile Prince [Part 1]

A vast, smoldering crater remained in place of the city and the surroundings after the massive attack!

All disappeared in just one flash! All disappeared after the terrible arcana was chanted!

Previously, it was the place the gods themselves chose to house their shrines! To be the symbol of their hopes, their alliance, and the immense effort to take back what was theirs!

A yearning to restore the ways of old! The thing that was slowly but surely slipping through their fingers, slowly but surely taken from them by the newcomers—the newcomers who they were forced to negotiate with or die fighting along the way.

Now, looking over the previously sacred place sanctified by many gods. It was nothing more than a hole, the symbol of their ultimate failure! The monument of their fall and the beginning of a new age!

An age where worship and divinity slowly dwindled, replaced by something else. Darker, and more sinister.

The spell cast by the Supreme One not only left destruction in its wake! It not only annihilated matter but erased metaphysical bonds, souls, beings in its way. It even left a grievous wound on the astral flow itself! A wound that probably can't be repaired until time ceased to flow.

The sky was full of dark clouds already, vomiting the excess energies seeping through the cracks of reality in the form of violent red lighting. It was evident that reality itself started to fall apart in the wake of the terrible assault — thanks to the attack's immense aftershock!

Below, the demonic energies irradiated the crater and the surrounding, it was deadly to any being getting too close, or mutated who can't resist and still survived — A fate which was probably worse than death.

"Hmm, it seems, even the artificial dimension created by the World Item can't bear my attack anymore. My power is slowly but surely returning. Sorry, Momonga-san, but it needed to be done. No offense, right?" Ulbert chuckled low and delighted, clenching his hands a few times. "I am back!"

"Such a marvelous display! Well done, my Lord! Well done! Just like back then, your grace is without doubt!" Jaldabaoth, aka Demiurge, clapped intensely, his tail moving left and right in joy seeing his creator in his vigor once more.

"Su-Such power..." muttered Demiurge's daughter. She was immensely moved by the display and felt some kind of dread seeing the destruction her father's creator wrought.

"Impossible! He completely tore the astral flow!"

"A-All those lost souls..."

"Erased completely..." the three traitor gods — Palapon, Zufmuut, and Deldort — gaped in horror, tremblingly turned towards the three demons.

"Ho-How could you?"

"Don't like the show? Hmm?" Ulbert raised his brow, completely satisfied with what he created. "Oh! But you wanted this, didn't you? My new underlings..."

"This isn't what..."

"What you agreed to? Jaldabaoth? May I inquire what Pact you made with them?"

"Of course, my Lord. The world of light. Revenge, and a world where covenants exist. All of this, in exchange for joining our... your cause."

In all truth, even Demiurge was surprised his Lord joined this little event. Surprising, sure, but it was a welcomed surprise, that's for sure!

How long he longed for the chance to work together with his Lord and creator! And now, the chance offered itself. It was basically in the palm of his hand! He couldn't be more joyful! He was moved in the deepest pit of his black soul! The demon emperor even shed a tear under his mask — a scarce occasion, only happening in the rarest of times.