ALMIGHTY

Chapter 58: No Longer Black

The City of Souls.

Believed to be the megalopolis for the undead;
Daemons, cults, lost souls, demonic monsters, demons, and many more dark creatures.

The city was by itself one of the Underworld's four layers, and also the most loved by the Underworld's residents.

The large city was ruled by all members of Satan's Apostles, excluding Mary, who'd rather spend her time with the Adversaries—maintaining the balance of the Labyrinth of Despair.

The City of Souls was divided into ten districts, each under the power of an Apostle. Speaking of the notorious Satan's Apostles who dominated the War of Gods with their unique abilities.

Each of the Apostles were individually recruited by Mary. Reborn as Daemons, they used to be famous mythological or historical figures that originated from different periods in history as one may or may not know it.

Of course, it is impossible for most mythological to coexist. Thus, each of these personas originated from different dimensions.

To be specific...

"I summoned these people from the cluster of imaginary worlds known as the Vault of Dreams," The greatest threat known to creation muttered to himself as he sensed irregularities within his domain.

He thought of the fact that nobody knew the truth behind the existence of his Apostles.
Even though he was the God of Death, Nekros was not even close to being entitled as Satan. It was known to those who worshipped them, that gods existed within their creations.

This also included the Primordials.

Chaos was, as he explained earlier, one of the higher beings that existed before creation itself. He was a tool that gained sentience and opposed his creator, losing his original power as a result. A higher-dimensional entity whose presence ranged beyond imagination.

"Soon, Terra shall be mine."

"And in order to do so I'll need your power, son."

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"Ahh—fuck."

"Where am I?"

He was the hero of a story that renewed itself.
A story that was shifted by the will of the enigma inside him. His head ached and his vision blurred out. Rubbing the back, he got up within a pitch-black darkness. His limbs ached as he raked his head for the reason why.

What the hell?

Nobody could've warned me that she was so goddamn powerful?

What has Father been up to, sending me such an annoying woman?

Wait...

He couldn't remember calling that man—no, that thing, 'Father'.

He felt like interrogating his subconscious self for an answer. Fragments and images popped up within his mind. The no-longer-only-black-haired boy set a step forward only to stumble upon a weird object.

"So you finally woke up?" a female voice commenced verbal contact with the boy called Horu Sakaki. He dropped face-first into a body of the most disgusting water he had ever seen in his life.

Or at least, his second life—if one may call it that.

"No thanks to you, I did. You, Daemon girl, you mind telling me your plans? Because I'm not fond of bathing in—sewage?!"