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Avrin glanced over towards the other dragons, who were all dumbfounded as they looked at Avrin. He could see the fear and confusion in all their faces. Avrin felt incredibly strange. Had this been four years ago, he would be unsure what to do and look quite nervous, but right now he was like a cat that had dozens of mice trapped in an empty room with no way out.
No matter where on Seleria they went, with his Divine Sense it would be incredibly easy for him to find them, so when he watched as one of them began to flee and others following suit, from the large Tiamat that had been the origin of the Sigil weapons to the small yet agile Fafnir that sped away like a bolt of lightning.
Avrin then glanced at Myra who was looking at him with her mouth agape. She was not sure what was more surprising, the fact that Avrin was now this powerful or that Orochi, this large, monster of a dragon, that was the most powerful being under the gods, had shrunk down into the size of a thumbnail. Myra wasn’t sure what to say.
Avrin walked towards her. This made Myra nervous, though she watched as Avrin moved passed her, towards the vines. Avrin glanced strangely at the two ripe fruits that were over Azrael’s and Matriarch Skrawl’s vines. He then looked over towards Syrana and Giron. Avrin had a conflicted look.
“It’s been quite a long time....” Avrin’s voice sounded out softly as he looked at Myra. He glanced back. Her tears were long dried and she now had the same cautious, mature look on her face. “You called me evil and caution needed to be taken around me, and now look at our position. If I wanted to, there isn’t a single person other than the gods who could stop me, but I’m sure they would have stepped in when Orochi was rampaging, meaning that they don’t seem to care much.” Avrin spoke in a tone as if he wanted to know what Myra was thinking. He was listening carefully.
Myra’s face paled and she bit her lower lip for a moment. “In....indeed you could.... Would it matter if I apologize now?” Avrin watched the small Sylph fairy and she held his gaze with fear in her eyes. Avrin could see this and it made him feel disappointed. “You and Syrana had many chances to kill me, and she almost did at one point.”
Myra quivered, feeling that Avrin had held onto a grudge long enough to attack not only Lang but Syrana and Ayame, who had been with him. He indeed seemed treacherous. “Yes...” She could only helplessly speak, “Since that day....she has been gone for years in search of you...”
Hearing this, Avrin, who was thinking while glancing at the Sigil wielders, suddenly blinked. “Revenge, probably.” He curiously spoke with assurance in his answer. Myra shook her head slowly as she weakly stood up. Her body was quite fragile at this point, due to having been used for years as a source of energy. “She just wanted to know why you betrayed her...”
Hearing this, Avrin felt himself shudder. It was at that point that he realised something that began to weigh heavily on him. His dark heart had tampered with his emotions for the good of his own improvement to help him achieve power using only the most useful emotions that would help him strengthen, and when it tried to interfere when he was with God, he willed it to be silent.
Because he now had more control over it and his own emotions, he began to remember that night with Syrana and Ayame. He knew she felt regret. He also knew that she would dispose of the Skymetal if it posed a threat to her people. She was only doing what may have been needed to survive, and after apologizing the night before, he had indeed betrayed them and almost killed them, showing his greed for power.
Avrin closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. After a few seconds, he opened them quickly. From the moment he emerged and fought Orochi, he had felt that he was being watched by quite a few people, so when his Divine Sense expanded above to engulf that heavenly palace, he shivered a little. He could feel the presence of all the gods and their strengths. First, he felt Septim, who was the strongest and a High Deity. He then felt the rest, who were mid to peak New Deities.
That heavenly palace suddenly shook as they themselves felt as if they were being seen. They looked at Avrin, watching him gaze up as if he could see them who were watching him. They had all felt the surge of Orochi’s power and decided to see what was going on, only to see him struggling against this individual.
Septim had no choice, so while Avrin and Orochi were fighting in that seal, Septim had explained to Zephiron about Avrin and how he can smelt God Essence, knowing he could not keep the secret from him and that it may be more beneficial considering Zephiron’s scheming, so they both came to an agreement just in time to hear the complaints of the other gods, who wanted to know what was going on in the sealed area. Zephiron had formed a plan to help his new so called partner and decided to use this to their advantage for the moment.
“Can he...see us?...” Lenaya spoke nervously. She had watched as Avrin butchered Orochi and even turned him into a small object. Although she was stronger than Orochi, it still made her skin crawl. Septim simply smiled and spoke. “I’m quite sure he can.”
Ishana’s eyes narrowed as she stood up and gave a careful look. “If we are visible to him, an anomaly like this should be removed, or our plans will go up in smoke.” She seemed to be the most dedicated to their plans.
“I agree. I don’t know about any of you, but I do not want to risk spending several hundred more years in this hole.” Mallaku spoke in agreement, and several of the other gods began to give conflicted looks. Septim then gazed to Zephiron, who glanced eyed him with a snicker.
“You all don’t realise what that being can do. Me and Septim have been observing him for quite a while...” Zephiron didn’t have the same level of knowledge Septim, but he knew Septim wouldn’t go as far as to cover up something unless it was true.
While Zephiron began to explain things with Septim also jumping in to help, Avrin dissipated his Divine Sense then gazed at Myra. “Greed makes us do many things we may find we don’t agree with later on. Tell her I’m sorry for that day, but since she almost killed me, and I saved all of you, this should write off any debt you may think i owe you.”
Avrin then began to will the fruit towards him, and Myra stood up and spoke out. “Why can’t you tell her yourself.” Ignoring Myra’s words for a moment, Avrin gave a swift reply. “One day, I will. Right now, I have quite a few things on my plate. I’ll talk to her when I am not so occupied.”
Avrin converted the fruit into small Dark Cores and placed them in his mouth before his Divine Sense expanded again. He immediately turned into ashy remnants, but not before willing the vines around the four to disperse using his Nebula Mist.
With his Divine Sense, it was easy for him to discover the robed Spectral who was now on the eastern edge of Ailera, hiding in a ruined outpost. This man was seated on the mayor’s chair, his body quivering a little as he began to think.
“Shit.... What do I do now?... I didn’t expect him to be this strong! If he wins, then he can easily find me with his strength, but if Orochi wins, I’m doomed if I reveal myself again.... I should have absorbed one of those bastards while I had the chance!! Damnit, my dream of ruling this planet is on shaky ground...” The individual seemed quite afraid and also nearly as power hungry as Orochi, even going as far as to want to absorb other Spectrals.
“That’s quite an understatement.” A voice sounded out from a shadowy corner of the ruined fort. Considering the distance between the center of Ailera and the northern continent, the sun was almost setting, which made this situation a bit more ominous.
The robed figure jumped with fright as he looked over to see Avrin walking towards him. He knew who Avrin was by the look of his attire. “It’s you!!” The robed Spectral shouted. “Why couldn’t I track you!?!”
Avrin tilted his head and raised his hand. The body of the Spectral began to quiver and shake and then hover up in the air. “Track me? A whelp like you..” It was quite easy for Avrin to manipulate the dark matter of this Spectral’s body. Since Avrin had the dark matter heart, his control was better than any Spectral’s could ever be.
“F…Forgive me, great one!!!” Avrin ignored him and then willed the hood of the robe to lower and reveal his face. Avrin was surprised when he saw the robed man’s face. “I should have known it was you....” Avrin frowned. Although this person had a younger appearance and his skin was a bit more pale, this was no doubt the mage that questioned Avrin in regards to his blood when he first journeyed to the central continent. “I.....I.... Please forgive me!!!” This man began to feel a deep sense of fear. Knowing Avrin’s strength, he had bitten off more than he could chew. “Forgive you? You led a dragon to try and kill my people! You’re one of us apparently, and still felt no remorse. Forgiving you would be quite unfair.”
This made the Spectral, whose name was Tyrin, struggle and want to curse his own bad luck and choices. “This… I indeed.... Please, show mercy for one of your kind!!” Tyrin knew he could not refute Avrin, and lying would be no good, but he felt a bit of relief when Avrin’s expression changed when he referred to himself as one of his kind.
“My own kind....” Avrin gave a thoughtful look, and this made Tyrin ease up and then smile and nod. “Yes… Yes My Lord! Your own kind!” A near moment was all it took for Tyrin’s body to turn jet black and glow with a purple aura. A moment passed and he had been converted into a Dark Core, either to be used in advancing or absorbed to convert someone.
“Disgusting....thinking you were of my kind.... Thanks to you, though, I now know how to handle unneeded conversions.” Avrin had a plan to make sure no Spectral or Dark Core would be used to convert anyone without restrictions, and the way he was going to achieve this was simply the use of particles, because all particles, even the particles that made dark matter and newly made ones belonging to just converted Spectrals, could be issued orders. It was a simple matter for Avrin to make sure they would be unable to convert others at all without restrictions.
“Azrael......” Avrin muttered. His Divine Sense had long identified him due to the Sigil weapon he had. Avrin had guessed that Orochi devoured the Sigil weapons, judging it by the creature’s past and the fact that they were missing the other Sigil wielders, including the strange, familiar feeling he felt from Orochi’s Dark Core.
After using his Divine Step, Avrin appeared within the western continent. He easily slipped through a barrier that was created using Void and on the level of a New Deity, which was why Orochi was unable to find him.
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Azrael was thinner and quite gloomy. He was sitting on a makeshift throne. In front of him were several of his supporters. His daughter Lilia was nowhere to be seen, though. Even Driada had left with her. “I can only hope they stay safe....” Azrael, who had been in disarray for several years, quietly muttered. The truth is he had been hiding here with many survivors of the calamity brought by Orochi, and had to use all his strength just to maintain this spell and keep hidden. It had worn him out greatly and he couldn’t even muster up the mana to search for his daughters or even see the state of the outside world.
A faint breeze blew within the room, causing everyone to shudder for a moment, and when Azrael looked up to see the figure before him, he wasn’t sure whether to be happy or afraid. But he spoke one word. “Avrin?....”
In front of him, Avrin had his hood raised up and looked at Azrael in a conflicted manner. “I told you.... Whatever you do in regards to Orochi, keep away from the north. You’re lucky the matter was settled.”
Azrael was confused, and even Avrin was inwardly surprised at the change of the demon king’s appearance, but didn’t bring up the issue. “He invaded the north!!?... This.... But, settled? What do you mean. Are you saying Orochi is defeated?” Azrael’s mind was looming over this as if it were the only answer.
“Is it such a big deal if he is dead or not? The issue is that your actions led to my people nearly dying. How do you plan to make up for this?” The supporters of Azrael, who were stunned at first, stood still, as some remembered him. When they heard how he spoke to Azrael, anger surged in their hearts and they all began to unsheathe their weapons, one even shouting: “You dare speak to our king that way!!?” A bigger demon let out a war cry, but he was quickly silenced when Azrael raised his hand and spoke. “Leave us....”
As if they were all drones linked to one mind, they simply gave a look to each other in confusion before carefully leaving, obeying their king’s order. The door leading to the large room was shut behind them and Azrael spoke. “I’m truly in your debt.... I can finally go and finish the job and kill that bastard Abbadon, if he is still alive! To think you are powerful enough to defeat Orochi… You truly are a godly being, Lord Avrin!” Azrael gave a crazed look as he stood up, the seal spell surrounding the area dissipating, as he had to conserve his mana and prepare to journey to the central continent.
Avrin’s Divine Sense focused onto Azrael’s right hand, where Void was held. Specks of dark matter formed and in a near instant Void was teleported from Azrael’s hand into Avrin’s. “It’s not that I care, but I think this planet has seen enough death for a good while. Besides, I don’t plan on waiting to seek my compensation, so I’ll be taking this.”
Azrael was stunned and soon his amazed expression turned to one of anger. “What are you doing!!! We had a deal!!” Azrael couldn’t think rationally. He had spent years lingering on the fact that Abbadon was within his grasp and had been let go. Hearing that Orochi was gone left him with a newfound sense of crazed hope.
“Have you gone insane?” Avrin felt confused. There was no way he would let Azrael get away so easily. He was the cause of this after all. Azrael clenched his teeth and his hands balled into fists when suddenly the mark Zephiron had left on his arm began to glow. This caused both Avrin and Azrael to look in surprise.
The rune pulsed, engulfing Avrin, who couldn’t feel any ill intent from this, and Azrael, who was confused. When the red, spherical pulse of light dissipated, both Azrael and Avrin found themselves within a large, beautiful hall, decorated with pillars of white brick that shined like gold, and with walls lined with beautiful material and fabric that even a king wouldn’t be able to afford.
The ground had a round, red carpet that seemed to mimic a pool of blood that would shine under light in its crimson color. All in all, this round hall was exceptionally beautiful. But they ignored it all. Avrin was cautiously looking around, his body tensed up, as he could feel eight monstrous mana signatures in the darkness behind the pillars, that not even their shine could penetrate.
Azrael was glancing around in shock, but he soon widened his eyes as he remembered this place, which he had seen when he was created. He quickly knelt down and spoke: “This humble servant greets the true gods of this world!” Hearing this, Avrin extended his Divine Sense further and confirmed it. Right now, both he and Azrael had been transported above Seleria, into the heavenly palace that floated there.
“Welcome, stranger. I’m sure you know of us, and the fact that I have watched you for quite awhile.” Walking out of the shadows was none other than Septim, who watched Avrin as if he were going to make him rich.
“I have. Though why am I here?” Avrin had thought of several reasons why he was here, but wasn’t sure if any were correct. “Yes, you must be quite curious! But, please be at ease. We mean you no harm. In fact, I have a proposal. Come with me. Let us discuss this somewhere else.” Septim cheerfully called out as he walked beside Avrin. Septim was at least a meter taller than Avrin, almost a giant. Septim looked over towards Zephiron and spoke. “Handle your pet.”
Avrin blinked, and as he was being led away, Zephiron stepped out of the shadows and walked towards Azrael, who was kneeling with an excited look. Azrael was over the moon as he looked up and spoke. “Creator… Mighty Zephiron.... Please, I beg of you, help me achieve my reven-” Azrael felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a black blade lodged in his chest, and on the hilt of that blade was Zephiron’s cold, boney hands.
“Revenge? Hehehehe… You were a truly good experiment.” This caused Avrin to look in shock, and he stopped for a moment. Septim frowned and called out. “Could you not do that here? It will stain the carpet.” Hearing Septim’s words caused Avrin even more surprise. These gods treated the lives of their creations like nothing.
“W...Why?... What..did I do wrong?...” Azrael coughed up blood as he looked on weakly. Zephiron glanced at him with disdain. “You did nothing. In fact, you were the perfect pawn!” Hearing this, Azrael felt conflicted and saddened. He wasn’t sure how to respond. This was his creator, almost like a father to him.
“Pawn?.... What..?” Azrael said while his life shortened. Zephiron then knelt down and spoke softly into Azrael’s ear. “That’s right. You don’t know, do you? I long since planned that war several hundred years ago. You actually think Abbadon and Leo killed your wife?” Zephiron’s body was suddenly covered in a strange darkness that vanished after a moment, to reveal his appearance was exactly like Abbadon’s. Azrael’s eyes widened in confusion before he came to one conclusion.
“You....robbed me....of my wife....and my daughter of her mother… But why…?” Azrael, knowing his end was near, wasn’t sure whether to feel anger or laughter, so after speaking, he began to laugh. But a second after, Zephiron twisted the black blade, turning Azrael’s heart to mush and instantly ending him.
Azrael, while still laughing, glanced over at Avrin and shook his head. The light in his eyes dimmed and his lifeless body drooped, blood still flowing from his wound.
“Hahaha.... Damn, that felt amazing! Waiting hundreds of years just for this day to tell him the truth. The expression on his face was priceless!!” Zephiron had a crazed look as he raised the blade, lickin the edge and tasting Azrael’s blood.
Septim frowned before turning towards Avrin. “Well, shall we cont-?!!!” Septim looked, only to see Avrin had vanished. He quickly widened his eyes and looked over towards Zephiron.
Behind Zephiron, a shadow stood. This caused him to shudder fearfully, as if something were going to happen. He quickly turned to look, only to watch in fear, seeing Avrin brandishing Astaroth, which slashed towards him with his face darkened, his wide eyes shining blue.
Zephiron didn’t even detect him and was not able to react in time. As Astaroth came slashing downwards, it suddenly froze in midair. Around Avrin, gripping his arms, were Tialoc and Mallaku who, despite hating Zephiron, could not see one of their own die.
Even Septim was amazed at this. He truly never expected that Avrin, who he could easily kill several years ago, was now capable of this. “ I was wondering to myself....that this world has eight supposed “gods”....who created all life.... Thinking they care for these creations....several wars that you all could have easily stopped, and then Orochi who, with those dragons, killed millions!!
And your treating them all like ants? Even going as far as to be the cause of a war!!! I may not be innocent in regards to taking lives, but I do not take pleasure in butchering the innocent!! They are all like your children, and you let them kill each other?! And for what?”
Avrin truly hated Zephiron. Knowing what he did made him despise him greatly. Avrin’s body began to surge as he was held. “This fella is strong, hahaha!” Mallaku said. Tialoc frowned and then spoke: “Buddy, you killed Orochi and did me a favor. Even if I wanted to be the one to end him. Calm down.” Septim soon followed. “You want to know the answer to why this has all happened? And the purpose of it all? I think it’s quite fair, considering you're definitely at the level of a New Deity and too large for this world. But, like they said, calm down and we will tell you. I promise you this will be worth your while.”
Avrin looked at Zephiron, who, although nervous, could only glare back in anger. He truly wanted to kill Avrin. He knew if those two hadn’t stept in then he would have been but in half, as dead as Azrael.
“Worm...” Zephiron muttered under his breath, but decided to bare with it, as he knew he would benefit aswell.
Avrin frowned before taking in a deep breath and willing Astaroth to return, the deep worry the gods felt when they gazed at Astaroth slowly vanished. The female gods that were still hidden soon vanished, resuming their own tasks.
Tialoc and Mallaku cautiously let Avrin go, both feeling even more nervous, as they were quite close to Astaroth. They felt the bloodlust of the weapon, wanting to kill everything it could get its scythe head into.
Avrin turned to look at Septim and spoke with a careful tone: “So far, my stay here has already caused irritation? You seem to treat me quite well, but what exactly is the reason for this treatment?”
Septim knew that words would only be words and, to ease Avrin’s worry, he smiled and raised his hand. What he held caused Avrin’s eyes to widen and his body to quiver with excitement. That was because, in Septim’s hand was the white chunk of Skymetal he owned.
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(A.N) heads up next chapter is a little more on the info side but for good reason
Avrin's Inner Workings Status
Dark Stage Control ParticlesType 11100%Dark Stage ParticlesType 11100%Skymetal WeaponsAstaroth-ScytheLimos-Vajra