Destroying My Own Novel

“I’ll send you all into the towers, and you can make your own alibi by saying that you have been leveling up inside the towers,” Mykel said as he looked at the fifty-two Chimeras in front of him with Deviatris standing behind him.

They all nodded with understanding, and then Mykel sent them all inside the first four towers. Abaddon, Mahazael, Beelzebub, and Behemoth towers.

“What’s the thing that you want to talk about, Devi?” Mykel asked.

“Your blood,” Deviatris answered.

Mykel turned around and furrowed his eyebrows as he looked Deviatris in the eye. “My blood? What are you going to do with it?” Mykel asked.

“I want to test using your blood on the Chimera, and I’m wondering how powerful the homunculus will be if it used your blood,” Deviatris answered.

“No,” Mykel immediately answered.

Deviatris looked a bit disappointed since she heard about the baby inside Lyneth that was powerful enough to make Angra scared. She wanted to try using Mykel’s DNA and create something more magnificent.

Mykel had enough of giving a part of himself to anyone because he knew how terrifying his power was. He knew what would happen if he didn’t hold back his curiosity, and that would be the end, both for Gods and mortals. He also didn’t want another being that could surpass him, and he was already cautious about Elena, the baby inside Lyneth’s body.

“Devi, if you ask for something like this again, I’m not going to hesitate to banish you. I’ll turn you into an obedient demon that you would have no control over your own body anymore,” Mykel said as he stared Deviatris in the eye.

Deviatris lowered her head, and no matter how beautiful she had become, her personality was still the same. Timid, obedient, and scaredy cat that was so easy to tame as long as someone showed her their superiority.

“You need to put a limit on how far your curiosity can be. My blood and my descendants are off-limit. Do you understand me, Deviatris?” Mykel asked with a serious expression.

“Yes…” Deviatris answered.

Nefarath suddenly appeared behind Mykel and she had been listening to their conversation. She didn’t want to interrupt and was too scared to come until the atmosphere became lighter.

“We might have a little bit of a problem,” Nefarath said.

“What kind?” Mykel asked.

“One of Asmond’s men, Glen has been sniffing on the Chimeras. He thinks that something is off about them, and it looks like he’s not the only one that thinks something is off about them,” Nefarath answered. “At the moment, Kiersha has been keeping an eye on Glen. She also asked if she can kill him before he finds out about us,” Nefarath continued.

“No, let him be,” Mykel answered as he thought about something. “It’s good that they’re wary of them,” Mykel continued. “Even if they’re suspicious, the Chimeras are not hostile toward them. Asmond is smart enough to not waste the opportunity to prove himself that he could clear the tower without the Guild’s help,” Mykel explained.

“Should Kiersha keep an eye on him?” Nefarath asked.

“No need,” Mykel said but he raised his hand. “No, this would be a good chance,” Mykel said to himself. “Send Kiersha and tell her that there’s a new target she can play with,” Mykel turned around to look at Nefarath. “Tell her that she can play with someone else, his name is Rufus,” Mykel continued.

Nefarath raised her eyebrows. She knew who that person was and what kind of a man he was.

“What do you want him to be?” Nefarath asked.

“Just make him hate both me and Asmond, that’s all. Maybe let him know a tiny bit about the Demonic Cult,” Mykel answered.

Nefarath left after she heard enough.

“Deviatris,” Mykel said.

“Yes…” Deviatris was still looking down.

“There’s something that might be enough to satiate your curiosity,” Mykel turned around and looked at Deviatris. He walked closer and put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up. “Do you think you can make a Demi-god and an Archdemon at the same time?” Mykel asked.

Deviatris’ eyes brightened as she looked Mykel in the eye.

“I’ll send you the subject tomorrow, and since she’s one-of-a-kind, I want you to be taking this seriously,” Mykel said as he walked away. “To be exact, if you fail, she might be the one who punishes you for it,” Mykel smirked and then left the room.

“(Have you forgotten about your son, Mykel?)” Luciel asked.

“(Don’t you love him? I know that you have been keeping an eye and playing with him every day. Or is it just your excuse to see me?)” Mykel asked and smiled.

“(You promised to bring him back, once a week, don’t you? It has been too long since the last time you visited)” Luciel replied.

“I was right. You’re just lonely and want me to visit you,” Mykel said and he was right behind her. “Although, it’s perfect timing since I’m planning to come here as well,” Mykel continued.

Luciel turned around and was startled by his sudden appearance. On the other hand, Mykel was surprised by how big Angra had become. The little kitty that used to be as big as his palm had turned into a white fluffy tiger.

Mykel walked past Luciel and stared Angra in the eye because Angra felt threatened by his presence. The closer he was to Angra the more hostile Angra became, but the moment Mykel opened his arms, Angra tilted his head.

Angra spread his wings and pounced at Mykel, but Mykel was strong enough to stop Angra’s body from pushing him down. Angra tried his best, but it wouldn’t budge, and Mykel decided to play with him.

“Look how big you have become, Angra,” Mykel smiled and scoffed in disbelief as he rubbed Angra’s belly. “What did you feed him, Luciel?” Mykel asked as he looked at Luciel.

“Actually… I never gave him anything. I only brought him to Gehenna and let him play around on his own,” Luciel answered. “Since you said he’s an evil spirit, so I thought it was the best thing to do,” Luciel answered.

Angra shrunk his body and turned into a small kitten again and landed on Mykel’s shoulder. It was the only way to consume Mykel’s life force comfortably.

“To be honest, if Angra lives for too long in Gehenna, he would become the new ruler down there. Even the Demon Kings were overwhelmed by him. They tried to take him, especially Mammon, but even he gave up on trying,” Luciel said and sat down on her throne.

Mykel felt a bit proud of Angra because of what Luciel told him. But knowing Angra was only seven months old but already that powerful.

While he thought about Angra, he wondered how Spenta had been doing. Based on what Loki said back then in the palace, Spenta had been a good boy and was being loved by Freyja and all the Gods in Valhalla.

“You said you have a reason to come here, so? What is it?” Luciel asked as Angra flew toward her when she patted her lap.

“Ah, right… I almost forgot,” Mykel said as he turned around to look at Luciel. “There are two reasons why I’m here,” Mykel walked up the throne.

“Can you retrieve Mazikeen’s body for me?” Mykel asked.

Luciel raised her eyebrows and looked so confused about why Mykel wanted Mazikeen’s real body that she abandoned a long time ago. She decided to ask about it later once she gave him Mazikeen’s body.

“That would be a slight problem because her body is currently in her father’s possession, Behemoth,” Luciel answered as she stood up. “But since I’m the new king, that won’t be a problem. Wait here,” Luciel said and then cut the air open to create a rift.

It didn’t even take five minutes, and Luciel was already back with Mazikeen’s body in her arms. She then put Mazikeen’s body on the ground as Mykel stared at it that her body was still in great condition.

“There you go. What are you going to do with it?” Luciel asked.

“I’m going to ask Deviatris to put Mazikeen’s body or replace Agnez’s body with hers,” Mykel answered. “I’m planning to make a Demi-god and an Archdemon combined,” Mykel continued.

Luciel was surprised, but she was intrigued by it and wanted to know the result.

“What’s the second reason you’re here?” Luciel asked.

“The pieces of the soul of Lucifer’s brother that’s hidden in here,” Mykel answered.