Chapter 554: [A Society of Secrets] [1] [Malenia Drakex]

"I made a deal." Abram said, his voice echoing in the place. "With his older brother, Satan."

"HAHAHA!!!"

Vulas let out a hysterical laugh, his gaze mocking as if he had looked at the biggest idiot.

His laugh slowly died, crimson eyes locked on Abram. "Have you lost your mind?"

Abram did not speak nor take offence, he just stared at him.

"Did you forget the rules passed down by the thirteen families?" Vulas asked, his voice growing colder. "He who stood by Satan’s side has a fate worse than death!"

Abram turned to look at him, the bell on his antlers rang like death’s chime.

"Our ancestors were fools, they always feared those stronger than them." He said, gruffly. "I am not like them, I can assess and understand when to use others and when to back out."

The man draped in a full yellow coat let out a soft chuckle that cut through the tense atmosphere.

His facial expressions and even his body structure were hidden behind the coat.

He was the head of the Benesrtë Royal Empire... Sarwan Së Benesrtë.

"This man thinks he can use Satan." He said, looking around as if he had heard a nice joke. "The same Satan that was feared by gods themselves."

It had been thousands of years since Satan was created, yet there had never been a person who had successfully manipulated or even led Satan the way they wanted, including the Creator God.

Satan had been undefeated in mind games, except for the times he was up against Azrael himself.

"Let him complete what he wishes to say." Another voice chimed in, it was an old man this time.

With a walking cane in his hand, the man looked like he was a hundred years old, his entire body wrinkled yet he had considerable vitality.

He was the head of the Kerioth Family, living in the farthest part of the world. Brandon Kerioth was his name.

Abram cleared his throat, regained his calmness, and looked around once again.

"Satan has offered me the body of Himmel." He said calmly. "All we need to do is kill him within the span of two months."

"And how are you going to do that?" Ravensin asked in a deep voice. "Are you planning to gang up on an Eternal?"

"Yes, if I need to."

"You have no dignity, Abram." Isola said. "You want demigods to deal with a boy who still doesn’t have proper pubic hair."

"That boy killed two demigods and managed to make Ragnar retreat." Abram replied.

"He managed to completely kill our business with demigures, he is Azrael’s reincarnation and you still think he is just a boy?"

Isola gave him a look, her golden dress shining under the dim light. "He is just a boy, want me to prove that by seducing him?"

"Anastasia will rip your head off your body." A female voice chimed in, amused. "You forgot what happened to the entire race of Azrael’s lover?"

She was a woman with extremely soft and pristine skin, her irises were pink and so were her hair and eyebrows.

She was the matriarch of the Montäna family, Shrin Yah Montäna.

Isola smiled brightly, her eyes shining. "You think she will touch me if I hide behind her lover?"

Shrin kept her smile. "It’s beyond me why you are so confident that you can seduce him with that face."

Mardom cut them off before they could continue.

"We are trailing off topic." He looked at Abram. "What do you propose then?"

"I need help." He said, looking at them. "I need as many of you to join me as possible."

Mardom Solace continued. "Raise your hand if you want to help him."

There was silence before three hands rose. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

They belonged to Ravensin, Brandon, and Isola.

Vulas gave Ravensin a surprised look, he wasn’t one to put himself on the front line.

"The Creator God is awakening." Ravensin spoke, noticing his gaze. "We need to kill at least one of his betrayers and put his head as an offering."

It was a wise decision, given Azrael’s reincarnation was the only one they had even a slight chance to kill.

But Abram wasn’t satisfied with only three more demigods.

"Are you all out of your mind?" Abram said, looking at those who remained neutral. "I am giving you all a chance to look at the secrets of the Apostates’ bloodline!"

He had a look of contempt as if they were missing something enormous.

"Think of all the possibilities!" He slammed his hand on the table. "There would be no one to stop us—"

His words came to a halt, all thirteen representatives looked at the ceiling simultaneously.

Boom!!!

The ceiling broke in the next instant, dust rose and before it settled all thirteen demigods got ready for battle.

Vulas waved his hand and the dust settled down in an instant, revealing an elf standing in the middle.

Before they could understand—

"Come forth, my kingdom."

The world around them twisted and they all found themselves in a demigod’s domain.

A still silence echoed within the place as chairs began to form behind them.

Arawn raised his head and looked at them. "Sit." He spoke in a lifeless tone. "We are going to have a conversation."

He didn’t wait for them to respond as he turned and walked to the opposite side.

He moved his hand and touched the air, his hand surprisingly staying still.

Like moving a curtain, he pushed the space aside and revealed a man still on a chair with a cup in his hand.

A soft gasp echoed from the group of demigods.

Arawn looked at him. "You too."

The ordinary-looking man stood up, placed the cup down, and fixed the cuff of his sleeves.

With a smile, he looked at Arawn like a friend from the past.

"It’s been a while." Samyaza said brightly. "Comrade."

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[Himmel’s POV]

’Looks like he did his part.’

As silence settled down after the explosion, I thought while staring at the castle.

Most of the soldiers had rushed towards the source, leaving me a clear path to the treasury.

’Let’s be done with this quickly.’

I took a clean white mask from my subspace as I jumped down towards the castle.

With a soft glide of mana, I reached the top right wall and landed on my feet without any sound.

The area was clear so I just kept walking without any problem.

But at the next intersection, I saw a lot of soldiers rushing around. One of them quickly noticed me.

"Intruder!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "There is an intruder!!"

All the others turned to where he was pointing and I waved at them.

"Capture him!" One of them ordered. "We need him alive!"

All of them rushed towards me with their swords and spears.

[<Don’t waste your time.>]

’Yeah.’

I took in a deep breath and whispered. "Garden of Vitality."

A soft scent of multiple flowers rose around us like a veil.

In just an instant, all twenty or so soldiers fell to the ground, immediately falling asleep.

I walked over them without any problem as I resonated my mana with the surrounding atmosphere.

A clear 3D picture of the place appeared in my mind, giving me all the details and where I needed to go.

I didn’t bother with anything else as I walked on the path that would lead to the vault.

As the scent of flowers bloomed over the entire castle, I found more and more sleeping bodies.

No one at the ranks of Primeval was able to resist it and those at Overlord were trapped in hallucinations.

’Damn, maybe I should use this more in crowd control situations.’

I thought as I walked inside the main house where the silence truly settled.

My footsteps echoed within the empty corridor as I found the staircase that led down to the underground.

I kept walking in the dark, triggering all the traps that were placed there.

But a single barrier over my body was more than enough to render them useless.

Finally, I reached an open hall that was covered with dim orbs that illuminated the place.

At the far end of the hall was an enormous vault of two stories that was made of unknown material.

A sharp humming filled the corridor as golden threads shot out from the walls, forming a web around me.

I ignored them as I walked closer towards the vault door.

An alarm rang within the hall when the golden threads vanished, but a single storm of mana blades that escaped my body was enough to silence them.

’.... Alright.’

I took in a deep breath and placed my palm on the surface of the door.

"Muspelh."

A purple fire as pure as the origin itself leaked out of my body before it licked the vault.

And just a second later the whole thing was engulfed in fire.

Time passed and the door melted, creating a hole in the middle.

But my brows frowned when I noticed a presence rushing towards me.

"Stop this instant!"

A voice echoed from behind me as I heard weapons being drawn.

Without removing my palm, I turned around to look at the three who came to stop me.

Two of them were people I had seen before in the game.

But the one who caught my eye was the woman, her pale yellowish eyes with vertical slits fixed on me.

Her dark hair, almost like the night itself, framed her face.

She was Inës’s aunt.

Malenia Drakex...

The youngest Archon that worked for world peace.

I let out a sigh. "I will say this once." I said calmly. "Fuck off."