So this was Raziel. How strange. I don't think I have ever met this Angel. Not even in the War of Devil and Demons. He had a few battles with some of the kings, but nothing major, or so they said. If anything, all of them said he was, without doubt, the most average archangels if an Archangel could be average.

  Raziel, like Aldrich, had long silver hair, but his eyes were a grand golden filled with a radiant light that carried an unmatched purity. He was tall, not devil height, but amongst most humanoid, he was tall. However, for an Angel to strive for the Heavenly Throne, he fell short of my Lord, the Prince of Sin, Lord Lucifer. Raziel was a tad bit handsome but fell short in every possible manner compared to my Lord. It was almost comparing the Grandness of the Night to the dung of man.

  "A festival, " He assured, probing deeply into my earlier words. "And from that whore of all things, that calls herself the abyssal daughter. Have you no shame, even to call her Lilith, Asmodeus?"

  I narrowed my eyes but did not comment on why I granted my daughter such a name. He didn't need to know it was to honor the wife of my Lord. A Godless angel who abandoned his path would not understand what it means to worship another.

  The Angels have always had it good. They were among the few the Myriad Gods did not touch due to their faith. While their faith granted no advantage, the Angels were allowed to grow in power without the worry of the Myriad Gods.

  Nevertheless, just by eye, I was not the least bit impressed. This Angel overstepped in more ways than he could ever imagine.

  "And why by chance should we believe a word, you say?" Said Raziel narrowing his blinding golden eyes.

  "Please," Sneered Aldrich, arching his head a little high, he bore down upon the false King, caring and arrogance I have only seen in the prideful devils of the nines."I have not lied a day in my life. If you do not trust the devil, you ought to believe this King."

  "And you ought to watch how you speak to my God." Sera cried, blaring her fiery eyes towards the Ruler of the Bed of Chaos.

  "Such superiority, when I have taken far more lives from the angels, then Asmodeus, and the other devils combine. To be born with so much power, you two know nothing of what it means to be a part of Iluthtath. The power the land carries. The day the Gates of Iluthtath opens is the day I enter Heaven and slaughter till the clouds turn scarlet with angelic blood." Aldrich coldly remarked, shaking my heart.

  I knew there were some secrets he held but is this realm limiting him so much? Is the Silver Devils manipulation so strong? Lilith had also mentioned a punishment similar to Gauis Winterblack.

  Holding my tongue as I could see that Sera had touched upon a sore spot on Aldrich. I pondered everything I knew about this sovereign, who had been collecting favors since I opened my eyes as the King of Hell. I had some memories of my past, but most of them were of me being nothing more than a slave child, under a master whose power rivaled the Myriad Gods. It was she who granted me information—allowing me to keep my title of Asmodeus without issue.

  However, most of the time, My Ex-Master, whose name always seems to evade me, would always talk about the torment of the unbreakable devil within the ninth layer of the hells. He was tormented till he managed to escape the impenetrable hells vanishing till he returned with a blood lust that could not be subdued. Corrupted by the Hidden Fallens of the Hells, he laid waste to Heaven and Hell. Ravaging anything and everything, there was only a single thing I could remember about that monster, and that was what he once said before everything turned white.

  "Requiem,"

  But before the white came and I awoke as King. There was a force I recognize to this day. And it was the insanity held by those in the Ninth Layer of Hell.

  If Aldrich was in any way once an enemy of the Silver Devil, I fear what his peak was. Even if his power is sealed, knowledge is power. I am sure should Aldrich regain his power, he will be unstoppable.

  Imitating Aldrich, Raziel peacefully placed his hands behind his back, "You will fail."

  "How I heard that before, "Aldrich remarked and glanced up towards the peaceful, clear skies. "But there has only ever been one to stop me from getting whatever I wanted. And you, Raziel, The False King of this so-called Heaven, is nothing more than a hollow shell of what it once was. Once the Gates of Illuthath is open, time will commence once more, and you shall see power. The Silver Devil Opened a door none had ever done. By your stance, you have merely touched upon Paragon, but when seeing a Chaos Lord, a True Chaos Lord, if any should still be alive, then you will understand the terror of Iluthath. "He claimed, slowly beginning to stir my soul in fear. "I shall be leaving. Your invitation has been sent. Join or not, the Doors will be opening in the Realm of the Abyss."

  Witnessing the Lord of the Bed of Chaos vanish using Astral Force, my fears only began to grow the more I heard. It was true my race had been growing stronger, but it was only now I understood; we were nothing like we were back then. Once we reach a certain level in cultivation, we devils would ascend, but before the Great Change, such a luxury did not exist.

  I glanced at the ever peaceful False Lord who had not portrayed any type of emotion and sighed, vanishing back to the Hells.

  My mission before I Ascend was to kill the False King. After that, I am leaving with Levi to a new beginning. The next war, the next Lord of Hell, everything else is of no consequence. I just hope we can kill Raziel before the Flood Gates to Iluthtath opens…… Hidden within that realm are those from the Age of the Silver Devil, and I wish to have no part in his business.