CHAPTER 64 -DECISION-
BETTY ALEXANDER
The Marshal demon studied his surroundings, moving his eyes side to side. Waiting for an opportunity for the guards to be vulnerable and strike at that time. I knew that the guards weren’t going to stand a chance when it came to a Marshal-rank but if something really happened, I would stop it. I am the Queen and the God of these people, my people, and while she is gone I will continue until we’ve found her.
“Queen Betty, please tell your guards to back off right now.” A firm and distinct voice, different from what it was before when he had woken up. His footsteps echoing from the hallway to my left, along with a bright yellow and white light.
A bright circular object began to get closer, his features came to light as well.
The paleness of his face, the white attire he had changed into after noticing his gray coat with imprints of ancient symbols. His blue eyes staring at me with a hard coldness, as his brown wavy hair–that passed his shoulders–moved with intentions of finding something.
By the time I noticed, he was already next to me and then his back was turned to me as he faced the horde of Angels with their weapons pointed at the demon.
His face was half turned, looking back at me waiting for my response to his order earlier. I felt anxious at his gaze, feeling that he was probably a higher rank than he lets people catch on. If my authority as a Queen and God wasn’t in play, I would probably believe he was one of the higher beings.
I swallowed hard, before opening my mouth. Past Sammael, the Marshal had a surprised look, and his unnatural eye colors widened.
“G-Guards, lower your weapons.” Some words barely left my mouth, I was hesitating at his aura that left his body. However, Sammael didn’t realize that his aura was leaking strong now.
His authority or rank made the mana around him shift to his play and plan, but Divine mana didn’t get near him at all. Small hints of particles of bright light swimmed around the atmosphere and into his–his ring.
In advance to the sequence, the Marshal began to talk. The voice and tone of arrogance he had earlier was not gone but rather it died down. “Would you look at this, if it isn’t StarBoy. He graces us with his presence.”
Sammael walked three steps before halting and looking at the demon, taking in whatever he saw like they were acquaintances for a while. Then the Marshal spoke once more as his eyes laid on the halo above the Angel’s head. “You’ve become an Angel—no—you’re becoming what you were.”
A jagged smile appeared in his bloodless face, reaching his dark eyes. Yet, Sammael scoffed at his failed attempt to provoke him. “Big talk a lot for a demon who can’t use the mana arts.”
“YOU BASTARD!”
Sammael dashed forward, while the demon was filled with hatred towards the comment he made. On that instant, the Angel managed to grab the demon’s neck. The Marshal tried to back off his dash but was unsuccessful as he hung from the arm of the Angel.
“Speak at once, what are you doing here, Sol’gonol? What have you come for?” Sammael’s wings came out as a threat and intimidation to the demonic being. White wings moved up and then settled as they opened, single long feathers fell as well.
I thought that Sammael’s powers were just a luck of being there. His fight against Saint Michael–which I didn’t see but felt–was all a fluke to my senses. Michael could’ve beaten Sammael if he wanted to but was too greedy and arrogant, but the same goes for Sammael. He as well could’ve ended the fight if he fought all out, but he held back as to not trying to harm the Angel.
The guards around us were speechless as they saw a Marshal being overpowered so easily without struggles. Whispers began to roam the room and even grunts came from the demon, not being able to breathe properly.
“Th-The Lord w-wishes to s-speak with y-you.” His hands held onto Sammael’s arm, his nails slightly poking into his long white sleeve.
Alter let him go, and his body fell to its knees while breathing for more air. He looked back to me with a concerned look, then he swayed his sight somewhere else, thinking about something else. “CinderHell wants to–talk to me?” He whispered.
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ALTER VIOLET
“Enlighten me on why CinderHell wants to talk to me?” I asked, kind of confused and considering what he might just spill out.
Demons in general tell lies to save their own skin, but this is a Marshal, a higher rank demon who is the one of the four that are loyal to the Demon King: CinderHell..
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After what Sol’gonol had said about the Demon King, Queen Betty had pulled me aside. Into a room not that far from where the demon Marshal was, still surrounded by the Angelic guards—as well as three apostles who had come from her order.
The room was big enough to accommodate at least fifty-to-sixty people. Just by the sight, this room was used not that long ago, the decorative glass of wine and dine on every inch of the room.
“What are you going to do, Sammael?” The Queen asked, in a quiet but deliberate manner. Going towards the desk in the far middle end of the room, papers of many different types sat on top that were like towers in my old world.
Yet, the answer to her question remained in the air, until I decided to pick it up. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I was unsure of what to say to her, and if I were to leave now. The others, what will they do?
They can’t go back to Ezar without me, and even if they do something tells me that things are not going to be fine. That is when an idea struck my head. Though going without me could be a problem, there wouldn’t be one if I sent someone who can match my level of combat and strategies. I said in my mind before putting together a word or two to answer Queen Betty.
“Queen Betty, I have a question before I answer your’s,” leaving my words to float while I thought of something other than the war that Dimgaze is already starting. My eyes met hers, the non-understanding of my question reflected on her face as she tried to predict it. “What do you know about the Eternal Crystal?”
“How do you know about the Eternal Crystals? No Angel should–titleholder or not–know about the method which brings chaos and destruction to those who wield and use it.”
Threatening words but as well as cautious, she is cautious about it. The Angel thinks that I have the crystals, I thought.
But she continued to speak her mind, “Don’t tell me you plan to become an Eternal yourself. If that is the case then I must execute you for treason against the Angels in the Angelic City!” Her aura grew as well as her mana, causing the surroundings around us to swift and change, pressuring me and the objects like a heavy gravity spell had been inflicted to us.
So this is the power of the Angel God, the Queen of Angels. Betty Alexander.
However… Making her my enemy is not my objective right now and not something I would want. With little air that I still had–and could manage to get in my lungs–my words became distorted. “Queen Betty–I don’t plan on using it for–me.”
As my legs barely let up on not letting me fall, I decided to use something that has been long forgotten to me since I’d acquired my new and old power.
“Aether Phase: Ancient Walker”
My short black wavy hair turned back into long and white, the mana around me seemed to sense this and stayed still as if it was a prey hiding from a predator. The once great and powerful aura that came from the Angel God, turned into an amateurish aura that even Luna and Juliette could overcome just by using their own ring phases.
“What a feeble and delicate aura you are releasing, Angel Queen.” Leaving my mouth without much thought of them. I had thought that I could at least handle this much usage of this phase now that I had acquired Halo King, but it seemed to have weakened my tolerance to it.
“But trust me, the Eternal Crystals are not for me, but for who deserves to be alive.” Then I remembered about my long and desirable goal in all of this, deep down in my mind I had buried it there until the time was right. I felt my own mind turn into a cold hearted bastard like before, one that killed without any remorse or mercy.
But this was right, it was the right call in this situation. A God was in front of me, one that is involved with those who have ruined my destiny and fate. Manipulating it as they like, watching me suffer with those rules just for their entertainment for being immortal.
All of that was going to come to a stop, now that If my judgment was correct and she was one of those who were in agreement with my torment. Her lineage and reign would now come to an end with her head rolling on the floor as she knew who I really was.
If going back to my old ways was the decision of me killing them all, then I would gladly go back to the days where I was like an Ancient Walker.
“Now Angel God, Betty Alexander. What do you know about the Proper Legacy Academy?” My voice which had turned cold had also a river of threatening tone when I spoke those words. However, her face told me otherwise. As confused as a sheep, the Angel God was speechless not because of my sudden mention of the otherworld’s academy but as the reason for not simply knowing.
“Actually, let me rephrase that question,” I manipulated the mana around me and that was outside of the room to enter and into my ring, to then let out burst of it like a timed bomb. As I did that, my aura too grew and my intent for blood was let out of its cage. “What do you know about another world?”
The God of Angels had a dimed expression of terror when she heard the words of ‘Another world’. She hesitated to speak, jumping one letter into another. Her body language was well obvious that she knew a thing or two.
Meaning that my role in this world has come already, I thought, unleashing more mana into the air to fuel my aura of killing intent. If she had answers for my questions, she had to spill them if she didn’t want to die.
No. I take that back, even if she did spill the information she had about the other world, her head will still touch this floor the second she is finished.
“I-I don’t know much, only the simple matter of there being another world.”
“Who told you about the other world?”
“...N-No one, I just happened to hear it through someone.”
I raised the intensity of the atmosphere in the room, clearly dividing the aura the ‘Angel God’ once had. Betty had noticed this, but didn’t take any action. Instead she continued to speak her side of the story.
“I was cruising the hallway when I overheard my mother speaking to other beings of higher power, something about a young child being reincarnated here–”
In that instance, I released a huge amount of bloodlust towards the Queen. To be honest, I was sure that my bloodlust had covered the whole castle with much less effort.
“What was the name of the young child?” My anger had already reached its limits with how irritated I was at the beginning knowing that CinderHell wanted to speak with me. I summoned SoulBlade in a blink of an eye, upon the second it touched my palm, I had already grasped the sword’s purple hilt.
I held the sword to shoulder height, pointing the tip of the silver and purple blade to the Angel God. The golden eyes that were held as gems, widened with horror upon seeing SoulBlade being conjured without any chants.
Anyone who knows about the Millguards knows about their heirloom weapon; SoulBlade, Crusaders of Horrors. A weapon which is feared in all eleven races, all the dimensions for its ability to seal a living beings’ soul.