Shadow of the Abyss

"His name is Astaroth of Mythos, one of the Nine Princes of Hell."

Altair wasn't in the least bit surprised. He only saw to confirm what he already knew. He laughed, turning towards the skies, and raised his middle finger. "Go fuck yourself!" He roared, empowering his voice not with Mana but with Vale Qi. he glared toward the heavens as though they were hells with vile distaste.

Through the vast expanse of the Nine Hells, his voice pierced like a knife, reaching the Prince of Hell upon his throne.

Astaroth's expression dropped, and in a single instance, he rose, his eyes flashing like two twin orbs of scarlet suns. The flames that govern the nine hells rose in temperature, twisting the wills of mortal souls until they burned, cracked, twisting into amalgamations of insanity.

[Divine Sin, Daddy: NOW YOU ARE MY SON!!!!]

If he were to perish, he wasn't going to die cowering in fear. Altair sneered towards the gathering of clouds, blanketing the skies.

"W-W-What have you done?" Tasha cried, horrified as the skies began to form into sadistic amalgamation of faces and bodies. Upside down-crosses lined the skies as droplets of blood poured from the Hells onto the snow. The crest of Astaroth appeared, and with it, the rage that bore through space and time came like a while storm through the Myriad Heavens.

[Daddy: My Son said Fuck it! I love it!]

[Piercing Owl: Aren't you going to do something?] Your adventure awaits on m,v le,mpyr

[Archeon: My hands are tied… I didn't think he'd do this… or that his voice would manage to reach the Hells.]

[Daddy: Meh, he's got it.]

[She Who Hunts: You're a bad father]

[Daddy: My seed knows what he's doing.]

[Conquest: I came for the Nephilim but stayed for Altair. This little dude is funny.]

[Curupted Prince: I'm curious what he's going to do.]

[Debaucherous Wine: I advocate for booty and wine.]

[Daddy: Lol]

[Passion of Sorrow: (～￣▽￣)～]

Altair ignored the system chat and stared dead ahead at the clouds that had changed into madness. And for some reason, he couldn't help but feel his heart wrench against his chest. It was hammering-like drums.

Badum-Badum-Badum

[Heart of Darkness is beginning to stir]

[Festival of Chaos shall now commence]

Suddenly, the Seven Thrones of Babel's Tower converged into a single throne in but an instance. The Golden Light that had been invisible to mortal eyes became corporeal, revealing itself to the Realm. He appeared with a half smile resting upon the golden throne that was as black as the deepest night, ravaged by a horrid evil that seemed to carry a madness that made the skies seem like nothingness.

All eyes were drawn to the Monarch upon his throne, his mere presence instilling a sense of fear in Gods and Mortals alike. Yet the one upon the throne that carried no warmth in his eyes was not on them but upon the skies.

Astrarth had felt Beezubub was standing before him, and the familiar sensation of when Mephisto stood before him assaulted his soul. But Beelzebub was no Mephisto. The Prince held his authority. A feat that made Beelzubub grin.

An invisible clash shook the fabric of creation within the Forgotten Realms.

Altair inadvertently quivered. He could sense something but couldn't quite put it into words. But as he looked past the Gates of Hell that reigned over the skies towards the vast skies. All the stars that had lined their sector within the Forgotten Realms vanished. Even the darkness of space seemed to be dissipating before his very eyes.

"Can all gods do this?" Altair greedily asked, feeling a sense of insight cut across the Eyes of Sacrilege.

"These aren't ordinary Gods,' Thaan said, positioning himself beside Altair while Thaan did so to Reina. "They are Fallen Angels. They've reached a level only those on the Omnis Rankings can touch."

"The Omnis Rankings?" Questioned Ren, drenched in a layer of sweat, not daring to pull her gaze from off the standoff between Astaroth and Beelzubub.

Zagreus was about to answer when Beelzebub stood up from his throne. The smile on his lips faded into a baleful abyss. Space began to fracture between the two intents, shrieking far and wide over a hundred parsecs.

"I will give you one chance, Astaroth. Just one," said Beelzebub calmly. "Stand down."

Altair gulped and visibly relaxed when the clashing intents vanished. Strength almost left him as he stood there feeling light-headed, as if they'd all experienced a great battle.

Beelzebub tsked, wondering how much power Astroth had gained since they last met. 'That type of bravery is rare.' he thought, returning to his throne with a half smile. 'I wonder what he's hiding.'

"Welcome, children of this Era, " He began, his voice a gale of rejuvenation washing over those within Vesim, reenergizing their weary bodies. In an instant, those who had either fainted or burned beneath the flames of Tasha had recovered. Their bodies appearing as though they were never harmed.

"w-w-w-who are you?" A young man asked. He was a Time Lord, one of many within Genesis. Ragnar, they called him. " No… what are you?"

"I am one of the Seven Masters of Babel's Tower. And my name isn't someone the likes of you ought to know. However, there are a few here who know. Altair, Reina, how've you been? I see you've taken up quite a nasty trait of angering people."

"Lord—"

Beelzebub raised a palm, "Call me Malzeen; it's annoying when lowly mortals begin praying to me."

Altair smirked. "I thought gods needed worshipers to grow."

"Stupid gods, perhaps," said Beelzebub smilingly, "The real powerhouses know how to gain power from both believers and nonbelievers. You simply breathing now is making me stronger as we speak."

Altair didn't quite understand yet. But took what he said to heart. However, he wanted to confirm with Iliana. Everything about Beelzebub made Altair's skin crawl. He couldn't place him in any groups like the others.

Despite his power, Beelzebub did not act arrogant, nor did he expose his presence as a show of power. Rather… the more Altair was around him, the more comfortable he felt with him. Beelzebub had a charismatic aura that was as devilish as it was intoxicating.

That scared Altair. He hated the feeling of his body wanting to relax, wanting to succumb to its most basic state.

"You, Altair Blackwood, have quite an affinity for the Sin of Sloth," said Beelzubub. "Survive this trial, and I might have to steal you away from Iliana," he added, nearly forgetting the reason for his descent.

Those who could wield the sin of sloth had always been the minority within the Hells. It was a sin most could not grasp on a more fundamental level.

"Sloth?" the Prince questioned, unsure what made this Lord of Hell think he was a lazy person.

"Think about it. Now then." Beelzebub looked up, and from the skies, they came, tearing through the atmosphere like meteors; the twelve pillars bore into the earth, striking so hard the realm began to thrash and wail, seeking to break from the sheer power. They surrounded the City of Vesim in a great ring.

Altair had nearly toppled, unsure what type of power Beezubuv had used to ensure nothing kept the city, if not the world, from breaking apart. Nevertheless, the moment the Twelve Pillars struck, a sense of panic slithered down his spine.

Frigid air began to permeate the realm, gnawing so deeply that many of the young lords and ladies began to quake in their boots. Sheen's of frost layered the earth, rising high above the grass and trees, inching over the various buildings, encasing the realm into thin layers of crystals.

Beelzebub, who sat comfortably on his throne, spoke. "Within each pillar, there houses a couple thousand souls who perished so long ago that many of the gods you worship couldn't hold a candle to these men and women in this little festival of mine. You are not the heroes but the victims. For with each kill of the living these souls take, the more they'll revive."

Suddenly, a list of numbers sprang over the head of everyone present, ranging from one to one thousand.

Altair, Reina, Thaan, Syris, and Zag all bore one thousand over their heads.

"it takes a thousand points for a soul to revive. And another thousand points for them to increase their mana by one stage, of course; they can do so without the aid of these points."

"Then… then how do we win?" the Time Lord asked incredulously.

"I wasn't aware victims could win," said Beelzebub, smiling. "Well, if by some miracle you survive the wrath of these soul kings and the demons on their way to burn this city to rubble thanks to Altair revealing himself, you each will earn an S Rank Skill. Double or triple S Rank if you kill each other and gain a higher number of points."

Altair winced, seeing right through his play; Beelzebub had intentionally not mentioned how many points were necessary to earn an SS rank skill, much less SSS. The number necessary could be anywhere near the billions or trillions. No one knew. But neither did they care as hundreds all turned to those that bore high numbers over their heads.

Their eyes festering greed.

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