At the outskirts of the Ashtone Citadel, there was a sudden disturbance in the sky. A dimensional crack seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, as if it was forcibly created. The fallen angels that have been charged with the monitoring of the outer bounds of the chaos realm were first to notice this phenomenon. They were stationed on one of the chained worlds, surrounding them were the souls of mortals from Earth and other civilizations. The mortal realm is filled with civilizations apart from humanity, but the influence of Diablo has extended towards every single one of them.
"I'll inform the Arch fallen angels about this." Said one of the angels.
He then flew off across the crimson sky. His darkened armor moving elegantly through the void, as his neon wings shimmered in a pristine manner as they continuously flapped. Upon reaching the gates of the Monarchs abode, he was stopped by two guards.
"Zekiel, what business do you have here?"
"I simply came to pass the message of a strange occurrence."
"Very well, we shall receive your message."
Zekiel passed his message to the Arch fallen at the gate and made his leave. Whilst he was there, his blood boiled at their sight, fallen angels whom have risen in power to match even the archangels. If only he had that much potential.
The archangels passed the message to Azriel, informing him of the ritual in progress. The general made his way towards the demon monarch. As he ventures deeper into the heart of the castle, the corridors narrow, winding its way into many passage ways. The air thickens with the smell of sulfur, a scent which stings the nostrils, as distant echoes can be heard beyond the shadows. The walls are composed of the same obsidian like ashstone that forms the outer shell of the citadel. They are decorated and lit up by the occasional torch sconce, their flames a sickly green, cast uneven flickers of light through the passage way.
As you progress deeper into the labyrinthine depths, you pass countless doors leading to unknown chambers. The hallway leads to an expansive chamber in which a gallery of mirrors exist, twisting reality into a nightmarish plight. Just past them the whispers of the shadows grow more distinct, as if beckoning you to delve even deeper.
At the end of the passage way finally appears; the Demon Monarchs master bedroom. The entrance is guarded by twin statues, carved from an even darker variant of ashstone, depicting horned figures, their eyes glowing with a malevolent crimson hue. The doors ahead are crafted from normal wood, alas who would dare attack Diablo. They are adorned with intricate engravings, depicting scenes of conquests, domination, and the suffering of countless souls.
*Knock*
*Knock*
Azriel knocked on the door waiting for an answer.
"Come in." cued Diablo, in a simple lifeless tone.
The doors swung open as the shadow knight marched into the room. In itself, the room was a massive dwelling; its sleek, smooth walls were made of the same ashstone as the rest of the abode, on one side was a hot spring, it warmth provided a perfect counter to the surprisingly cold nature of the room. It was brightly lit by a flutter of glowing gems, giving an awe inspiring display of beauty across the room. On the other side was a lone balcony, it let one view all the realm from the comfort of a castle and within it stood Diablo, giving a glance towards his realm. His base transformation still as elegant as it is, his neatly laid back dark hair shimmered I stark contrast to his crimson red eyes.
"My liege." Azriel said as he bowed on one knee.
"Arise." Diablo spoke with a sigh.
"Tell me what it is that you came for."
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Born With A Divine System
FantasyWhat happens when God dies and you are chosen to replace them? How will our mc fare against fallen angels, the undead, monsters and demons alike. Then what would his system be like? What will it give him and what will it want in return? Finally, wha...
