Chapter 702: [67th Seal]

Currently, the deck of the ship was highly clamorous as more than 10 well-dressed demons stood there.

They chatted about all the wonders of the demon world and all the happenings as well as the intensifying war. They talk a lot about many things as they enjoyed the view of the river.

They look like mortals enjoying their vacations rather than demons, if not for the exotic monstrosity of their appearance and the horrifying views and noises of the ghosts reflected in the surface of the river.

Perhaps it was because they were only three to four days away; many demons came out of isolation and gathered at the deck. They can use this chance to breathe in the fresh air and appreciate the scenery that can only be seen in the Demon World.

Allen was one of them.

He was currently wearing a disguise—with a small single horn at the left side of his head and red scales at some part of his body. He dawns the appearance of one of that of the reptilian demon race. Because he was remaining low key, he didn't engage in discussions with others. Instead, he stood behind everyone and viewed the endless ocean-like river with Asmodeus.

—Though he was not even a part of the group, everyone was sneaking glances at him.

What can they do? Allen’s temperament was far too unique, much less, Asmodeus. The naturally rhythmic movements of his were graceful like that of nobility. He was definitely a high ranking aristocrat or at least a member of the Great Families in the Demon World.

Normally, those who got to ride the ship were of the wealthy and were naturally extraordinary in appearance. Even the descendants, who were not high in training, appeared noble purely due to their backgrounds. However, even amongst people here, Allen and Asmodeus stood out the most.

This conspicuousness was not due to Allen’s handsome appearance, but rather, it came intrinsically. His mentality, his perspective, and his values had given him this extraordinary temperament.

This unique temperament had garnered everyone's attention like a charm that forcefully snatched every person's gaze the moment his appearance was captured by their eyes. Once attracted, it became hard for them to look away.

Currently, many people's gazes were fixated on him. There were men, women, the elderly, and the young.

They were all checking him out and were all guessing his background.

However, Allen didn’t care about it as he listened to the wondrous music of the orchestra playing in the deck of the ship, which was in contrast with the howling and grieving of the river. The mixing of the symphony with the howling of ghosts was a genius!

It created a strange but unique dance of death rhythm…a masterpiece of music.

A skeleton violinist performed at the front of the deck. An octopus-like merman was waving his stick in front of the orchestra, seemingly the conductor of the group. The elegant sound of the violin and piano resonated within the room.

The demons mingled and bonded in search of their inner circle.

Allen stood out among the others as he leans at the railings with Asmodeus as if detached from the delightful and noisy party. Though rather than be called a party, it was none other than a gambling cruise ship, where all kinds of games can be seen and found, like a huge casino.

Most demons here have been playing for almost two months and there are still many who yet to have enough.

It seems like the Demon World is really as dangerous as he expected…

But this is not what filled Allen's mind at this moment.

What is the missing piece…? he wondered.

If Mammon had really found all the 66 seals, why is Lucifer yet to be resurrected…?

What is going on…?

Was there a 67th seal…?

Impossible…!

The one True God…

Wait…!?

Suddenly, Allen’s eyes widened in shock as a realization dawned upon him.

66 seals… the last seals should not be six, instead, should be seven…!

There is the 67th seal as when the One True God called unto Moses out of the midst of the cloud depicted in legend…was not in the sixth, but in the seventh!

The one in the Book of Revelation.

Wait… if that is the case…!

No!

This is not possible…!

Allen’s body trembled as he remembered… that according to the Book of Revelation; the only one worthy to open it, no rather, to open the seals of the Apocalypse is referred to as both the "Lion of Judah" and the "Lamb having seven horns and seven eyes"

—and if it was none other than Judas Blood, then, was Mammon… waiting for me…?!

[… Upon the "Lamb" opening a seal, a judgment is released or an apocalyptic event occurs. The opening of the first four Seals releases The Four Horsemen, each with his own specific mission. The opening of the fifth seal releases the cries of martyrs for the "word” the “Wrath of God".

Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.

The sixth seal prompts earthquakes and other cataclysmic events.

The seventh seal cues seven angelic trumpeters who in turn cue the seven bowl judgments and more cataclysmic events…]

The last seven seals are those found in the Book of Revelation!

Vergil’s blood is only half of the whole…

… So to completely resurrect Lucifer…my blood is necessary…?

"Lamb having seven horns and seven eyes" meaning the sacrificial Judah and the seven great Demon Princes…as well as the seven deadly sins, onto one…!

Allen’s eyes narrowed and his back turned cold.

Even if the world is flipped upside down, there is only one person who carries the seven deadly sins in one body…

And that is…

So I was playing as a pawn all along…

So that’s what it was…

Allen wanted to let out a mocking laugh but he could not.

Lifilia said was true…

If I went into the Demon Capital, I might die.. in Lucifer’s hands… what a boring joke…

Though I hate to admit it, someone is manipulating my fate...

But who?

“Master…?”

Asmodeus noticed Allen’s sudden change in expression was immediately worried.

Allen turned at her and smiled, “It’s nothing,” he muttered but Asmodeus couldn’t forget the sad expression that flashed on her master’s eyes for a moment.

It was fleeting but something unforgettable.

“Master… no matter what happens, I will always be on your side,”

Asmodeus eyes twinkled with a friendliness that was almost unnerving. Allen just smiled and look at the crimson horizon. He doesn't want to talk to her now, because he feared he might give something out from his expression.

Allen thought Asmodeus would regard his silence, however, he realized she was staring again, because Asmodeus asked.

“What is it? Does Master worrying about something…?”

“Huh?”

“You have your thinking face on.”

She imitated Allen.

Allen chuckled and then decided to ignore how the adorable demon of his knew what his "thinking face" looked like.

“…it’s really nothing,” he said, his expression softening.

Allen held his wine and gazed onto the person at the center of everyone's attention.

The so-called prince of the Astaroth Dukedom was indeed remarkably wealthy. When Allen was adamant about going to the Imperial Capital, Lifilia had suggested for him to take this ride as a means of a cover-up. Though Allen wanted to stop and turn back after realizing everything, since he was already here, he was not the type to turn back and run.

Especially now.

No matter what happens… he will see this till the end and he will surely change whatever something is trying to control him…!

…even if it was fate…or some unknown higher being.

I will never allow anyone to trample my life…!!

Allen’s gaze turned cold. He took a deep breath and roamed his gaze on the ship’s deck. Then, he saw the rumored princess of the Astaroth Dukedom. The princess looked gorgeous. Allen mused as he saw her graceful figure curved like an hourglass.

She was beautiful and her delicate nose paired with her crystal-like eyes created a perfect elegance. The princess possessed the facial characteristics of an eastern beauty and the figures of the exquisite western woman. Her composure also foretold her sense of class to everyone around.

In Allen's eyes, he could see the familiar silhouette of his old friend, Astaroth on her.

This gave him some nostalgia.

An enormous diamond, shaped like a star, decorated her flawless neck. But the star… Allen was certain it was in the form of the star of Bethlehem.

Allen chuckled in amusement.

When Allen had alighted in the Demon World, he knew at once that he had once again found his natural habitat and his spiritual home. The air was full of excitement, danger, thrills, and mystery, along with never-ending adventure and intrigue.

Anything—and everything—seemed possible, as long as he was in this world.

Wild emotions and powers, he was like a bird being freed into a never-ending sky.

…Home land…huh, quite ironic that I would think the place that had wanted me dead, my homeland.

"A Hell Hound Beast meat. Great stuff."

"Mhmm, these things are sure nice…"

Allen raised his eyebrows and glanced at the bulky white man across from him who had suddenly come over and talk to him.

"… Hell Hound Beast was quite a very tasty delicacy in the Demon World. But they are hard to procure as Hell Hound Beasts are treated by the Imperial Court as symbolic beasts."

The white demon with short hair and a mustache smiled.

“Well, they did say, the harder the ingredients obtained, the delicious the meal becomes,”

Allen replied with a faint smile.

“So you are a man of culture as well,”

The white demon grinned, showing his long canines.

Werewolf—

Allen immediately realizes the man’s race.

The aura coming from him caused him to feel as if he was being stared by a wolf. Though, without hostility, rather curiosity.

“My name is Somakiel El Brunt,”

“Allen Bando…”

Allen accepted the handshake and introduced himself.

“Where did you come from, Allen…?”

Allen’s brows raised, his lips curled faintly upward, “What is this…? Interrogation…?”

“No, no of course not. I was just curious, that is…” Somakiel replied. “I have never seen you before but your makings, it seems like you came from the big clans. I was just interested,”

Allen chuckled, “I am just a nobody… that’s all…”

“A nobody, huh…a nobody with a beautiful escort… that can’t be,”

Somakiel grinned as his gaze turned towards Asmodeus who was standing beside Allen. To this, Allen’s gaze narrowed,

“If you are thinking anything to my companion… I hope you are prepared to hold your head’s up with both hands,”

“…hahaha, I’m just joking, why be so serious,”

Somakiel felt a cold sweat coming from his back when he felt Allen’s eyes turned purple completely, glaring at him.

Purple…?

Knights of Hell…?!

Somakiel felt his heart trembled.

Who was he?

Why is there an elite in this kind place…?

Weren’t all Elites called to the Imperial Capital…?!

Asmodeus grinned at him, amused, then, she turned her eyes towards the island that was getting closer.

Her eyes also flashed with worry—

…the fated moment…is finally getting closer…

Instinct told Allen that this guy was not simple.

The "not simple" did not refer to whether he was noble or not. Everyone here has some kind of authority and power here. The scent of blood surrounded him. Only people who have experienced life and death countless times possessed this unique kind of vibe. Allen was alerted. He didn’t know what this guy wanted.

"Don’t worry, I am just delighted to see someone quite different from the others here who only depends on someone’s hands." Somakiel sensed Allen’s cautious look and waved his hand. “I meant neither harm nor motives, though as the Elites of Hell, even the Great Clans would surely think twice on picking troubles on you…much less me,”

Elites of Hell… huh,

Allen shrugs his shoulder.

Due to Lifilia’s insistence, he had complied with disguising the colors of his eyes, and being the Purple-eyed demons was for him, the best and safest disguise. They have the strangest yet sensitive position in Hell. Although they don’t have much power and authority like the Great Clans or Demon princes, they are still untouchable by anyone, even by the Demon Princes.

After all, they are the ones who were considered the protector of hell—the Knights!

"Have you not noticed that many people here are looking at you?"

Somakiel suddenly muttered as he sipped his glass of wine.

"Looking at me? Why are they looking at me?"

Allen glanced around him and indeed, occasionally, they are staring at him. He also took a sip of his wine and continued, “Well, I guess…they are just that curious about my identity…”

“And that identity… what was it, I wonder…Sir Knight?”

After Somakiel had heard Allen’s words, he let out a sigh. He was a demon warrior, so he usually would not be allowed to show up at a gathering like this. However, since his team was responsible for the Astaroth’s Prince and Princess Security, he was granted permission.

The first thing that caught his eye was Allen and Asmodeus.

The sense of blood made him extremely cautious.

This guy was dangerous.

He didn’t have bulky muscles or fierce aura, but he had a peculiar feeling that if they fought in close combat, there was an 80% chance that he would lose. However, if Allen knows of his estimation, he would probably laugh and tell him that he would 100% lose.

Regardless of how strong his power was, Allen would destroy him without much problem.