King of succubus

"Our creator, huh? It's fun." Alvine mumbles his thoughts aloud while Isolet observes in silence.

"Desolation, the prison that encloses beings just as scary and powerful as you. Over time, they have become the creatures that you see today. So you will be part of--

"You said this place is a prison?" Isolet cut him off.

"Absolutely."

"In that case, why would I go there?"

"Huhu..., Is it fear that I see in your eyes?" The mediator asks with a sarcastic tone.

But Isolet does not answer his question, since she was convinced that her interlocutor knew why she asked this question.

"You think you didn't commit crimes to be sent there, am I wrong?" Chronos returns to her question by seeing her in a bad mood to play with his game.

"..."

"Your sins are none other than to wake you up at the same time as your enemy; his reign was supposed to last a few quadrillions of centuries more, but you interrupted this process.

-You may be the one who is more favorable to reign, but interstellar laws do not comply with things like goodness or other, all that matters are the rules. Whoever dares to break them will be punished; this applies to you too."

Following his explanation, Isolet nods her head. "I understand, so continue your explanations."

Seeing her on the rails, the mediator continues his explanations. "As the guard of this prison, you will be under my constant supervision, wherever you are; it will, therefore, be impossible for you to hide from me. While passing through, you can also try to confront me if ever the desire goes through your head; see, my real body is there.

But I advise you against it unless you want to die of an atrocious death."

Hearing these words spoken with as much arrogance, Alvine smiles sneakily. "As you go strong, do you think you can--

"Yes, I am perfectly capable of it. I am the guardian of people like you. You are not the first to represent the element of darkness; it's the same for you too, Miss Light. I have collected a lot of them from the beginning. Let's just hope you have enough guts to entertain me for a few days."

"A few days?"

"Obviously, and know that I am modest when talking about a few days; this proves that I have a lot of esteem for you."

"In this case, I have only one question." Alvine crossed his arms and looks deep into the mediator's eyes.

The latter had a more demonic smile than what Alvine could show while mumbling... "I'm listening to you."

Shocked by his expression, Alvine frowns while feeling like he is looking at himself in a mirror. "Are you that creator you're talking about?"

"Huh?"

"... Are you this COD?" Alvine asks his question most explicitly, despite being convinced that the mediator has understood the deep meanings of his question.

Alvine's question erases the mediator's smile.

"No, I am not COD, but the shepherd, also called Lucia, by my flocks that you will soon become one." He said, pointing his finger to himself as if he were talking to babies who could not understand his words.

Alvine squeezes his fist to resist the urge to explode his skull after seeing him play the king of arrogance.

"I have another question."

"No, you are not entitled to two questions."

"...What a son of a bitch!" He mumbled his thoughts out loud when he saw the mediator categorically refuse his request.

"In this case, it's my turn to ask you the question."

"...Hmm~?" He (the mediator) looks at Isolet with a tender smile when he sees the latter succumb to her curiosity.

"What are the fundamental laws of this place?"

"The laws? None."

"Pardon!?"

"You understood me well! There is no law on Desolation. You will be both gods while being simple insects; everything will depend on Desolation."

"In this case, what exactly is Desolation?" Isolet continues with her next question.

The two were like two young boys excited about this more unlikely discovery. The strangest thing was to see them not doubt his words; as if at the bottom of them, if they were convinced of this truth.

They knew that Lucia was trying to bait them to attract them to a certain trap, but no one had enough will to resist this temptation.

Out of a thirst to know more about their origins, the two seem to have forgotten the most important thing; their previous hostilities.

"Huhuh, obviously I'm not going to answer your second question, it would be like giving you one more privilege than the other." He retorts while laughing in his heart with joy.

"..."

Knowing that she could do nothing to make him change his mind, Isolet remains silent.

"Once in the place, you will know more about the different stages of your war. But note one thing, Desolation is a universe beyond my control, I am the guardian, but not the owner. And it is not by killing the other that you will be guaranteed to escape it.

So you will be free to cooperate if you want; it will only be more fun for me who will be in second place in the spectator's chair." He continues his explanations while snapping his fingers.

'At the second chair, huh? In other words, he will not be the only one to observe us.' Like Isolet, Alvine also reflected on the meanings of each of the sentences pronounced by the mediator.

The latter then throws two black keys. "When you are ready, push these keys into any portals you create. Be careful, it will no longer be possible to use them after their first uses; and therefore, you will no longer have a second chance to make this trip... because my time with you will end after this meeting.

-You are free to take your troops, or leave them behind, the choice will be yours. And even if I know it makes a lot, I still have another advice to give you; bring with you, only people in whom you have absolute confidence.

A trust that is not linked to the slightest spell of submission is important." He ends with this last warning before getting up from his chair and opening a golden portal behind his chair.

He no longer had to worry about prying eyes since Alvine had already taken care of the annoyances.

He then looks at Alvine and Isolet in his dark look but with a contradictory smile as well. "You can leave now. These two keys will lose their effects after a month, which means that you will have a month ahead of you to decide." After having that, he leaves the two in the lead.

The two remained silent at the table without saying a word for a long time.

As time went by at one of the lightning speeds, coupled with the silence of Alvine and Isolet who stared at each other without saying anything, Adonis and the other three began to be suspicious of their actions.

But before they think about it deeply, Alvine suddenly gets up from his chair and looks at Reha and Shiro with sharp eyes. "We're leaving!" He says before teleporting instantly with both without needing a portal.

Following his departure, Isolet did the same with her two henchmen.

--

"I need to stay alone for now. Don't let anyone in here, even Askald." Once back in his apartments, Alvine gives this order to the two giants in armor who guarded the entrance to his room.

[AT YOUR ORDERS MY LORD!] The two answered in a thunderous voice while straightening their positions.

Against all odds, this room was nothing royal, but dark and unoccupied.

As the owner of the room, it didn't take him long to find a comfortable place in the middle of the room to sit and close his eyes to meditate

At the same time, the black ring on his right thumb began to shine with a darker glow than that of the room.

Seeing this, Alvine took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while murmuring in a heavy voice in the empty room...

"My old friend, I know I promised you eternal rest but believe it or not, I am sad that I am not able to grant my promise."

While his voice echoed with the smooth black walls, a demonic and foggy silhouette appeared outside his ring.

The darkroom was instantly plunged into blood color when the misty silhouette opened its scarlet red eyes with draconian pupils.

He looks at Alvine for a moment before saying a single sentence.

[You look bad, my current self.]

This was his first sentence after contemplating Alvine as a whole.

Even if it was in an astral form, its silhouette wasn't less imposing and more threatening than that of Alvine, even if the latter was transformed into his demonic form.

With a little hindsight, this entity familiarized us, it was the spirit of the ring that had claimed to no longer appear before Alvine; in other words, a fragment of Alvin's soul, or a vestige of his dark past.

Hearing his comment, Alvine smiles ironically. "I look bad, huh? You may be right, I am currently facing a dilemma that makes me undecided."

[Undecided, you say? But it's wrong, you've already made your decision, am I wrong?]

Alvine's nerves contract following the affirmations of the silhouette.

"Strangely, I can't hide things from you, even though I'm stronger than you right now."

[The strength depends on several factors, but you already know that. So, assuming you're stronger than me, what do you plan to do? Force me to obey you? Or beg me to help you?]

"...Neither one nor the other. I am certainly stronger than you, but I am unable to defeat the nightmare that has tormented the shadows of incalculable souls and whose pride and twisty mind have no limits; no, you are always stronger than me."

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