Imagination Incarnate (Custom Made Demon King remix)

The Eighth Sin

Later that day after everyone had settled down for the night, Lyra made her way to Akros' chambers. Rhevos was in Lyra's bedroom currently by himself, but with the door locked she believed in his safety. She found her lover sitting crisscross on his bed with nobody else in the room. She walked in quietly, closing the door behind her.

Akros was deep in meditation. Both of his eyes were closed and his body was hovering a few inches off the mattress. When Lyra approached him, he descended down and opened his eyes. "Good evening, love."

"Amin, cut the shit. You've been here for hours, haven't you?" Lyra spat. "This isn't like you. You've never been so eager for everyone else to get stronger, or cared so much about your body. Now you're meditating, which you haven't done since... since Nazarick? What the fuck is happening to you?"

"..." He stared at her silently for a moment, then heaved a sigh. "I met Asmodeus, as you know. You know what he did when he saw that there was another living shadow demon?"

"He attacked you?"

"Killed me. Obliterated my body with a single kick. He must've thought I died because he didn't chase me down. Either way, it was a reality check. A damn scary one. What's worse is that I don't even know if he recognized me as a descendant made from the Red Sea Egg or his actual son..."

"Oh, Amin..." Lyra cooed softly, going in for a hug. To her shock, he pushed her away. "A-amin?"

"Don't. I need to focus on my Universal Laws," He frowned deeply. "I spent 1 billion souls making my own immortal. All I need to do now is fully understand one law- just one! And I will transcend. Lye, I beg, leave me to this. The sooner I can get him out of the picture the better."

"Wait, what are you saying?" Lyra's eyes went wide. "You plan to fight Asmodeus? By yourself? That's insane!"

"So what if it is-" Akros was interrupted by the sudden introduction of a ridiculously powerful magic aura. It came from outside the castle, in the direction of the fallen angel's house. A chill crept down Akros' spine, one he had felt before. Cold sweat brewed from his pores. "No... no, no!"

He hastily equipped Crafanc and his Chaos Steel armor. Lyra brought out Ayrris in response, her face grim. "Speak of the devil and he shall arrive. Amin, I'll round up the Legion to defend the kids. You, Valentine, and Lilith must face him."

"Yeah, okay. I'm trusting you to send out the telepathic alert. Reconfigure!" He entered Sentinel V2 then promptly ran through his own wall. The second he was outside he spread his great wings and flew to the source of the horrifying magic power.

"Everyone, if you can hear me, gather at my location immediately! I repeat, gather at my location immediately! This is a top-level crisis!"

Lyra's mental command woke the Shadow Legion swiftly. They grabbed their weapons and those with physical armor donned it. Everyone warped to Lyra's location except for one person.

Bisca was out on a nighttime walk. The moonless dark was peaceful and tranquil. Insects sang, fish splashed, and grass blew in the wind. She was fully relaxed and immersed in the surrounding beauty of the grasslands.

Then, there was an odd feeling inside her. Not only that, but out of the corner of her eye she could see a flash of gold in the sky. She tried to walk forward, but found that she couldn't move. She looked down in confusion. "Huh...?"

A large and curved silver blade pierced through her gut, soaked in her golden fluids. Blood trickled from her lips. From behind her, a foreign but familiar voice came. It sounded as if the things of her wildest dreams came to life. She began to uncontrollable spasm and cough up more blood. "Gah... urk!"