sAn Evil Justice
Chapter 14 – Grow the Sin (pt. 2)
A/ N –Can we all just agree that I’m a liar and a lazy bastard, cuz I completely forgot that I promised a bunch of chapters this weekend. Here’s one though, lol
Mature Warning- Violence
--* Soul Citadel, Underworld *--
“Hello,” a serene voice interrupted Grim’s focus.
After Beelzebub had invited him to the Valley of Alexander, the Prince of Wrath, Satan agreed easily. Winking at Grim, the crimson armored demon smugly grinned, his mouth moved, but they did not utter a sound. The Reaper’s eyes glowed with rage with each word silently sent, ‘Go with him you weak dumbass.’
He felt his fingers stiffen like a claw, the desire to poke the cursed man’s eyes out grew heavier and heavier. With a hateful aura, Grim forced himself to walk away, refusing to even lay his vision on Satan. A sense of nostalgia permeated through his being as he did so, the image of a white bed and an annoying man standing behind it flickered across his mind.
While following Beelzebub in silence, Grim was constantly reviewing his battle with Satan, looking for ways to achieve victory; completely lost in his mind forming techniques, tactics and scenarios. It was in this way that he was able to improve his experience in combat and widen the scope of his attacks. Even though Satan was able to overpower him with ease, Grim had lasted much longer than he was capable of doing in the past.
He had been forced to constantly change his attacks, movements, and tactics with every battle. This was one of the reasons why Grim utilized ranged attacks in the previous battle. Due to Satan’s incredible expertise in close combat, being able to even slightly distract the demon with a barrage of attacks from afar was a slight solution. While it did not result in victory, Grim was able to fair slightly better whilst facing the experienced warrior.
With every battle, with every lost, with every strike, Grim’s motivation to grow stronger grew. Grim’s body was completely battered and bruised after each battle, but he would gain countless enlightening experiences, shaping his body and soul. It was through this that he was able to formulate many different attacks and stratagems and grow in power.
Even at this moment, Grim’s brain continued to run haywire, simulating every single strike he dealt, every footstep he took, or just simply, the entire battlefield. Countless positions, images, and forces manipulated the image in his mind, learning from each simulation and event and taking it all to heart.
Most people would be in disbelief at how much effort Grim puts into gaining power, and they are not even at fault. The Emissary of Wrath’s mind was completely irrational and illogical. His whole life was becoming enamored with obtaining power, almost to the point of obsession. Perhaps it was due to this great thirst that Satan felt a chill rush down his spine the first time he stared into Grim’s eyes.
Being broken from his trance, the Emissary of Wrath saw a bountiful woman before him. Her body was filled with delightful and masterfully sculpted curves, accentuated by her loose, but also very revealing clothes. Her skin was pristine and smooth as if crafted by the holy hands of God himself. Perhaps he did.
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What truly distracted Grim however was not her amazing beauty, but her pitch black self. Her clothing was crafted out of fabric as dark as the night as if woven from the fabric of the calm sky itself. Strands upon strands of obsidian colored hair ran down her body like fine silk. Her beauty was capable of challenging even the Emissary of Lust’s look, but that was all negated by her eyes.
Her cold and empty eyes.
Just like a void, they lacked any hint of spirit and emotion. They were just… there, unmoving, a black hole drilling deep into whatever it looked at. The only raw feeling radiating from it was knowledge and hunger. No happiness, no sadness, no joy, just the complete appearance of infinite knowledge and the desire to consume.
This single astonishing woman was, of course, one of the Emissaries: the Emissary of Gluttony, Eve.
“Ah, Eve, meet the Emissary of Wrath, Satan’s personal apprentice,” Beelzebub smiled gently as he gestured at Grim whose face was twisted in disgust the moment he was referred to as that… thing’s apprentice. However, it did not last as, the Reaper’s face quickly straightened as he bowed towards Eve, completely ignoring his own pride, “Thank you Emissary of Gluttony for taking care of my injuries in the past.”
A look of surprise was plastered on Beelzebub’s face as he went on filled with curiosity and interest. From what he had felt before, Grim was a being filled with complete pride and arrogance, a person simply focused on himself. He never expected such an image to instantly crack in the face of his own disciple.
“Emissary of Wrath, we haven’t really met yet,” the curvaceous woman slightly smiled in satisfaction, “I’m Eve, the Emissary of Gluttony. I hope that you won’t require my assistance again in the future, but I’ll be glad to aid you in any way.”
Unlike her cold and overbearing looks, her serene voice filled the air, warming up Grim’s prideful soul. Anyone who treated him with respect deserves to be treated the same. Even as a cold-hearted murderer, he still had a conscience. Let his blades fly through the necks of enemies and let his body bleed for the sake of those important to him. It was a simple way to atone for his sins, for the innocent lives he has reaped and taken without remorse.
The guilt, the fury, the anger, all of it must be cleared. Not through acts of peace, but through acts of justice. A justice defined by Grim’s own standards, be it for the good of all, or for his own greed and evil. Gaining strength was a requirement for this, and Grim would not shy away from committing as many crimes and immoral actions if it meant obtaining that power. Forging relationships with the other emissaries was not exempted from this path to success.
Hearing her words delighted the Emissary of Wrath as a slight smile slowly developed on his face. Such a being capable of healing him from the point of almost dying to a pristine condition within a month would prove useful in the future.
Be they used as tools or treated like friends, it did not matter, respect would be garnered from both sides.
“Since you two have acquainted, I suppose it’s time for us to travel to the Valley of Alexander!” Beelzebub’s green hair fluttered in the wind as he pointed at the massive gate located behind Eve. Just like the one the Emissaries of Wrath and Lust had used on their mission, it glowed brightly like a massive bonfire.
“Sinners, where do you wish to travel?”