Chapter 1271 Fallen Angel Of War I
His body, his true body, had to be somewhere. But where?
Peering at Zariels Weave in hopes of gleaming some thoughts, only a misfortune came my way following a dark curse beneath my breath. There was nothing. Not even a string that…
“Two Seconds,” Aurelia chimed in. “You alive? Or will I have to scoop your remains off the pavement?”
Her words almost sounded childish and might have garnered a laugh if they didn’t sound sinister. But it did make me grin. A move that had Dreamless growing more cautious. When without a sound, the two sigils on his shoulders lit up with starry radiance. They were blinding and beautiful, releasing an amethyst glow.
A foreboding sense of unease swelled, and for some reason, I saw… Balor rose out of the void, Sitri, the fucking Prince of Hell I’d destroyed so many years ago that I’d forgotten how ruggedly handsome he was. The two Gods bore blank expressions for but a moment before consciousness filled in the blank.
“ARSENE!!!!!” They both bellowed like fucking crack fiends lunging towards me like blades of grass. Weapons poised for attack.
I pivoted off the balls of my feet, making sure neither Sitri nor Balor could flank my rear. I needed them on one side.
Spitting out dozens of curses, Sitri was the first to arrive, his contorted expression ablaze with hate: “YOU KILLED ME! YOU!!!! YOU TORMENTED ME! TORE THE FLESH FROM MY SOUL!!! BROKE ME!!!”
Cleaving down his sword, an obsidian masterpiece I never saw him use. My spear swept into an upwards arc, meeting his sword, as my right leg simultaneously flashed, landing right on his chest, tearing open a large chasm of flesh.
Blood purged the turbulent skies as my gaze snapped to Balor appearing in my blind spot, sweeping his blade to sever the head. But at that time, my sigil appeared. Molded with the aspect of Sealing as its core, a hexagonal barrier met his spear, blowing me off my feet. .𝒄𝒐𝒎
I skidded over the ground when Dreamless suddenly appeared, his bloodshot eyes demanding blood.
Once again, my sigil appeared, creating a barrier that shattered into shards, but it gave me enough time to reposition my spear to parry. Pain fluttered my senses as bones and flesh pressed against the stone I tore through like paper.
Blinding light dazed my vision, obscuring my senses.
“Are… Are they Fell Gods too?” I muttered, spitting bits of organs from my lips. My hold over my spear tightened as it fueled my cultivation. “What an unfair technique, ” I told him, mending my bones while leaving the flesh broken. It would be a waste of time to care for it. “It’s better than creating blood clones of yourself. At least you’d have two different battle styles protecting you.”
Dreamless grinned: “All creatures dream. All of them have seen what they fear, what they hate, what they loathe… You are no different. I merely called upon them. Granting them the power to ruthlessly kill you. So are the power of Nightmares.”
Would Melino? or Hypnos be able to do the same?
“Well, isn’t this a bitch.” I said, narrowing my eyes as the search for Dreamless’s main body continued to hound me. This body before me was invincible. “But is this all? A few crushed bones? Word gets out a fell God can’t instakill an Immortal. Well… I can only imagine. You’d be everyone’s bitch. A laughingstock of the ages.”
Dreamless, all but sneered. He spoke out like a fool, ignorant of how I was merely wasting time.
‘None will learn of this. For you will not live that long.”
“Want to bet?” I challenged.
“One Second,’ Aurelia’s childish voice hummed: ” And I hope you know. I’m still pregnant. And it really hurts to move. You owe me. As penance, I want you to tell Zariel to take a break. A long break. And I heard you’re a good cook. Make me something. Aurelia likes soup.”
This girl…
“What are you getting distracted for!” Dreamless growled,” You think whoever invaded my web can help? I—”
“AURELIA IS HERE TO HELP!” That insane lass howled as the void opened up. And with it, a silvery hair woman. The left side of her cheek revealed a strange marking that trailed down into her robe. it resembled a strange tattoo-shaped serpent. “Oh! It’s you! Hiya Dream. Still mad I took your bitch!” Aurelia shouted, and against all the invincibility that I thought Dreamless possessed. Aurelia’s foot tore through the winds meeting his face, folding him into another realm in a blinding flash that defied speed.
“Aw~ That felt good.” She sang, floating down to me.
“How’d you hit him?”
“Hit?” She tilted her head, only to giggle:” Naw, I didn’t hit him. I killed him.” And to my surprise, she nodded. ” Not him per se but the laws around him. You had all the tools. It’s just that you’re out of your element Arsene. Kill the laws around you, and slowly but surely, you’d be able to take out anyone. It’s a little barbaric, but… you follow Ren-Shii, right? It’s perfect for you.”
“I…
“Now… What type of soup can you make? I like Irish Potato. No bacon. That shit taste funny.”
“Aurelia!” Metatron said, approaching with a fiendish expression contorting by anger. “Are you sure you want to interfere?”
“Interfere?” She smiled, nearly laughing: ” You’re the Scribe of Heaven, right? Well, let me tell you about the future. I, Aurelia Morningstar, will kick open those famous silver gates your kind is so fond of, slaughter my way to your home, and kill you. Heavens Gate will be but a fleeting dream when I’m done.”
The Scribed frowned: ” Are you mad or merely foolish?”
“Mythos.” She said.
Metatron turned to stone, his expression unable to mask the shock.
“It took so long to find Heavens Gate,” Aurelia admitted. ” I’ve been trying to find you bastards ever since I learned of your existence. I figured you’d get in my way at some point. Then my dummy had to get me pregnant. That put my plans on hold. But now… I’m nearly free.”
“What do you know of Mythos!” Dammanded the Scribe of Heaven.
Aurelia smiled, her expression like gold upon the sea of chaos: “Good luck Metatron. For once, the Path to Arcadia opens. Not even Zariel will be able to stop me from destroying you.” And she looked up into the skies. A devilish glint in her teasing eyes.” Isn’t that right, Father?” f