Chapter 1295 Rite of Sacrilege III
Chapter 1295 Rite of Sacrilege III
Witnessing Tamiel’s expression contort beyond recognition, his features suddenly blurred as Vita’s palm shot out, catching hold of the Seraphim inches from my eye. The winds erupted like an earthquake, sending a rainfall of books flying.
My heart quivered for an instant but recovered as I smiled, unable to stop myself from wielding a gloating expression. Tamiel’s expression was, without doubt, glorious beyond reason. There was just something about breaking a person self control. Shit, this might be better than sex in some ways.
“Tam… Can I call you Tam? Look. It’s alright. No one here is going to judge you. If anything…” I said with a sliver of a grin. “We will support you and your undying love for Lucifer. I swear it in my name.”
Tamiel’s expression couldn’t have gone darker when, all of a sudden, Izavith’s expression went cold as ice. In that instant, I felt my body whirled through a never-ending reef of despair and pain. Be it Mephisto or Enoch, both their eyes went wide following the rain of scarlet bathing the library.
Through the Seraphim’s chest, gripping part of his heart, Izavith stood. Her bloodied arm plunged through his chest. I could still see the pulse of muscles and tissue as she said: “Am I one to be ignored?”
I all but stared coldly: Truly, what is a man without pride? Be it, Man or Angel, none is above the Seven Sins. Tamiel might be trying to be perfect, but is such a feat feasible? Sure, in body, I could see it, but is such a thing possible under Sin? The mind is a funny thing. We might think ourselves in control of a particular sin, but in truth, we are just a slave to it. And it might not even be your chosen Sin.
Tamiel blatantly attacking me in front of Izavith is a product of pride and envy. To which I disrespected both. He might be far more experience than me, but time breeds madness. It breeds chaos of the mind. No one can truly stay the same. No one can remain calm and passive, especially as time passes.
Under Tamiel’s radiant bloodshot eyes, as he gargled blood, I traced my finger across my cheek, catching a few droplets of blood to taste.
“Tam, I hope this doesn’t kill you. It would truly be a shame if it does.” I uttered. Killian drew closer to my side in a defensive stance, but my hand went out as I patted his shoulder. Signaling for him to stand down. After all, this was well within the bounds of my scheme. “I’ve much to discuss with you. While Mephisto deals with Enoch.” My eyes glanced towards the Watcher Angel and back to my new toy. ” Usually, I won’t do this with the likes of you… but how about we make a deal?”
“Oh?” Mephisto hummed whilst Enoch frowned deepened.
The injured angel coughed up a mouthful of blood as Izavith hoisted his limp body over her head, drenching her physical form in blood. She grinned, narrowing her pearly red eyes that carried a deep sadistic glow. A chill raced over my heart as I prayed for Ves.
“Oh, and don’t bother trying to escape without paying the price,” I warned, noticing the slivers of Necrotic Qi building around Izavith’s palm. And if I noticed such a thing, the one gripping him was sure to have felt it: “Such a shame you caved under humiliation. I was looking forward to a more impressive battle. Wouldn’t you agree, Mephisto?”
“Tamiel was always shortsighted when it came to himself. Then again, selfish people tend to be like that.” Mephisto said. “Wouldn’t you agree, Enoch?”
The Traitorous Fallen showed no expression from his initial shock. “I believe you above this, dear brother. There isn’t a need for mockery. Not between us.” His frown turned upside down with an icy chuckle. He opened his palm, drawing a particular Qi from the earth as he looked at me. “Isn’t this your qi you let out earlier?”
“Ah! You found it!” I shouted, blatantly feigning surprise. “Whatever will I do.”
“More mockery?” Winced the Traitorous Watcher” You think me—”
“Tamiel?” I coldly finish. “No. I think you are a bigger fool. I think you’re smart. But intelligence doesn’t equate to wisdom, nor does time. And that’s what makes you a fool.”
Crushing my Qi I’d implanted into this world’s crust. I could feel Izavith’s apprehension. That is probably the biggest reason why I didn’t share my real plan with her. The woman might be the most powerful entity present, but her mask is shit.
But that Qi was meant to be found. I’d place a powerful seal around it to keep it hidden to give the illusion of a hidden beacon. But Enoch wasn’t going to fall for that.
When I still lived with Zero back in Iluthath, there was one thing he always said. “Plans all fail. So have hundreds of variants till one succeeds.”
“Release… Me witch…” Tamiel blurted out, regaining some composure.
Clapping my hands together, remembering my earlier game, I turned to the injured Seraphim. “Tam… Seeing you join forces with Enoch, I can only assume he promised you something. And since my Hells had records of all Watchers, I know of your little fascination with kids. I can only make a guess he promised you mine. I’ll take your snapped as the holy light began to shimmer beneath my feet. Noticing shimmers of silence as yes.”
Quick to notice a peculiar glint in Izavith’s eye, different from before, at the mention of the Twins. I spoke a little quicker: “Give me your Greed, Pride, and Wrath, and I’ll grant you your freedom from oblivion.” Crackling as his expression turned to that of a pale sheep, I opened my arms wide. “That’s your only shot at survival.” 𝑏𝑒𝘥𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑙.𝘰𝑟𝑔
“I’ve heard enough of this!” Enoch barked as his eyes shone like two dead stars. He snapped as the holy light began to shimmer beneath my feet. Noticing shimmers of Enochian scribbled over the ground, I looked up at Enoch unimpressed.
A formation? Really?
The glowing runes over the ground slowly began to transition into Infernal, taking on a demonic glow, before changing into… my brow shot up as I frowned. Unable to read the runes flashing beneath my feet.
… It wasn’t a language from the Myriad Heavens… Nor did it seem Abyssal.
“Owl… Let’s get this over with. Blood has been spilled on your ground.” Enoch coldly said when a flutter of wind caught my ear.
“Mephisto…” a low-cut voice echoed as an entity stepped out of the shadows wearing the coat of a raven and top hat. He stood like the ruler of Heaven and Hell behind Enoch. His expression was somewhat hidden beneath the shadows of his hat, but the owl-shaped cane in his palm sent chills through my heart. “Can I expect this to be a declaration of war?”
Mephisto laughed. He opened his palm and shook his head. “Noctua, my friend. This is an extermination.” He said calmly, pulling out a sword black as the dead of space, cold as the deepest Sin.
Unsure when it happened, I felt Izavith unhook her grip on Tamiel as she appeared by my side, wrapping me in a barrier as Mephsto’s aura went wild.
Uprooting the laws of the Myriad Heavens with his aura alone, Mephisto pointed his sword toward Noctua. “If you must fight… Let the sight of this Sword of the Prime Evils be the last thing you see.”
“…What the hell is that horrid blade!” Izavith shouted, pulling me back. She wrote a few runes on my chest and backed away with me in her arms. “Thats… That blade…”
“You-You-You didn’t! You didn’t!”Roared Enoch, unable to mask the fear that shuddered through every fiber of his being. “That’s the power of the Seven Entities of Sin! But Eve sealed them! If you messed with that seal, then—”
Mephisto sneered as the Heavenly Father’s tribulation began to reign over the region of dead laws, bringing about a horrid pressure that made blood drip from my eyes. The Eighth Lord of Hell lifted his lips, and the Heavenly force outside the library expanded. Nearly bringing me to my knee, sweat dripped from Izavith’s brow as he opened his mouth.
“Rite of Sacrilege”