(A/N): I'm changing Jophiel to Dante, it just sounds better.
Adam and Diablo stood face to face with each other, an unnatural silence brewing between the two.
"Diablo!" Raphael uttered with scorn.
"Ah, Raphael. How long ago was it since we last saw?" His voice dripping with malice
"Not nearly long enough."
Diablo chuckled.
Adam, battered and exhausted immediately took a defensive stance, ready to face the demon king with all he had left.
"Such courage." Diablo mused.
"But I'm not so crude as to strike a man on deaths door, take a rest." He voiced.
Adam was still out of breath, having multiple fatal injuries yet to be treated. He knew he was too tired to do anything, and so dropped his guard.
He slumped to the ground, as his muscles relaxed, taking in the healing power of Raphael.
Diablo also relaxed, sitting legs crossed.
"So, you're God's brother? You don't look the part." he said, trying to mask his fatigue.
Raphael trembled, fearful of Diablo's reaction.
"It's always annoyed me how mortals see things. I'm not merely God's sibling. Ever considered calling Him the Devil's twin?" Diablo sneered.
This managed to get Adam to give a tired chuckle.
"Fair enough I suppose."
A moment of silence passed.
"So why?" Adam asked.
"Why what?"
"Why all this chaos and suffering?" Adam questioned.
"Mortal," Diablo replied.
"Your kind is yet to grow. When you do, you'll understand the pain of loss, the anger and hatred towards those you once called your own."
"Still, is it worth it?" Adam emphasized.
"Imagine if I killed your beloved." Diablo taunted
Albeit for a brief moment, Adam let his aura slip. An all-consuming wave of pressure swept the battlefield as the skies thundered in revolt. The entire world shook violently in that brief span, but the display already answered the question.
"Is that a threat?" Adam demanded.
"Depends."
"Depends on what?"
"On whether or not your worth my time, if not I see no reason for the existence of your race." Diablo answered with a sinister grin.
Adam calmed himself, knowing the threats were empty.
"So is that the hatred you bear?" Adam asked.
"No." Diablo growled.
"I harbor a thousand times more resentment for him than that."
Diablo rose, his body tenses, muscles coiling tightly as if ready to strike. His eyes narrow and burn with a fierce intensity, his jaw clenches, and his fists tighten, nails digging into his palms. His breathing becomes rapid and shallow, a hint of the rage boiling within him.
Sigh
"Enough of this charade." Diablo stated.
When were you going to stop pretending?"
Adam's look of shock was damn near palpable.
"You knew?"
"Of course, I realized you were healed quite some time ago." The demon revealed.
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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...
