Tales of Astora: Legacy

Chapter 80: The Sixth Heavenly Seal

Chapter 80: The Sixth Heavenly Seal

"That fucking brat! How dares he?" a rowdy furious voice rang inside a small keep in the western part of Ragna. Once belonged to Mephisto's clan, this particular keep has been home to the devils for the last few centuries. The royal guard used to be its leader until he was promoted to his current position, forcing his to abandon his post and pick a successor, which was the devil Diablo.

"Calm down, dear or your wounds will open up again!" a luscious woman tried to appease her angry husband. Possessing similar features to him, the woman was also a devil but her wings were much smaller and possessed a thin smooth black tail with a heart shaped head at its end.

Dismayed when her husband was carried back without his left arm, she has tried to calm him down ever since. From what she heard from the people bringing him back, it was the demon lord who did that to him for daring to speak out against his new regime. Apparently, despite being of young age, the new demon lord was particularly cruel and ruthless, making anyone who has seen him paralyzing in fear. Having known the previous demon lord herself, even just through a few exchanges, the demoness couldn't believe Alastor was his son as Asgore was reputed to be one of the kindest and gentlest demon lords they ever knew. Such was the irony when what made the demons doubt Asgore so much, thinking it was his weakness actually made them reconsider now that Alastor, being a tyrant as he was, was much worse than anyone could imagine.

"How do you expect me to calm down? He tore my arm off! He stepped on me in front of everyone. Such humiliation...I just want to strangle that little prick, torture him, make him beg for my mercy just to vent out my anger." Diablo grunted in anger.

"But he is much stronger than you, stronger than anyone of us. You can't just go after him like that." The wife said. "You have to be smart about it."

What a scheming woman! Already, she was planning to plot against the demon lord, even though she was fully aware of what the boy was capable of. It made one have to wonder if she was courageous or just plainly stupid. Indeed, both were two sides of the same coin with a very faint line in between. Still, it was no wonder she was named Milim, the Deceiver back in her prime.

"Do you have something in mind, Milim?" asked Diablo as he sat down next to her.

"Alastor may want to have peace but that would be impossible to accomplish without the other leaders' consent. And I am not talking about the demons but the kings and queens of the other countries. Instead of trying to disrupt the peace talk itself, we should after the other leaders. If they have doubts, amplify that doubt! If they are against, bring them to our side! And if they are with Alastor...well, that country might need a new leader any time soon." The demoness whispered shrewdly. "In the end, if everyone including his own allies, is against peace and declares war, Alastor would have no other choice but to either accept our demands to go to war or be dethroned. In any case, a war will be what we have."

"I see. With our current force, there is no way we can lose, not when all other countries are either fighting each other or in turmoil. This is the perfect chance to attack." Diablo conveyed.

"The seeds of chaos must be spread around to ascertain that future. Until then, we will remain a low profile to avoid his suspicion. With the Gates opened, it will be easy for you to send your agents across the world for this purpose."

"Hahaha! Yes! This way, I will make that brat. Like they said, vengeance is best served cold. Just you wait, Alastor! I will destroy everything you built. I will make you go through thousand times more pain than what you did to me." Diablo laughed out loud.