Chapter 331: Conflicting Goals
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~~~(POV: Samael, Arch-Demon of Pride and King of the Underworld)~~~
~~~(Location: Personal Palace, Underworld)~~~
~~~(Time: 9:51 PM)~~~
Father and the rest of my family are moving in their plans. Why Father decided to bring the humans from Earth here is idiotic to me. Now he's putting importance on a half-breed mongrel that doesn't deserve any of his power. Michael desecrated the sanctity of the blood in his veins. Copulating with a female and fathering a child.
What makes me mad the most is he was proud... Father was happy that Cera exists, no matter how fake his existence really is. They ignore the fact that he's not the actual son. Only the power existed. Changing Amelia's memories made things easier for them, making her believe she gave birth to a son, but when all she did was give birth to an unguided and thoughtless power.
Finding its host in Cera, and before him, Jameson. Otherwise known as Bluechaos. The power that was once Jameson now belongs to Cera, and the reason for this is the prophecy couldn't be fulfilled without someone like Cera. Jameson lacked the one thing Cera had. A hard life and the will to make the hardest decisions. I think Jameson a lowly creature, and Cera is a better option.
The manipulations of my father make me look amateurish, and I hate that. Saying that his plan is for the future of all existence. "How have you been, brother..." My internal debating is interrupted by the voice of my sister. Gabriel. She's here for the same reason I predicted when The Old Gods were set to return. The Underworld and Overworld must work together.
The Old Gods have no interest in sharing, and if they did. I would've joined them, but they made their stance clear. "Enjoying the silence of my throne room, sister. Tell me, have you come here to beg for my cooperation? To plead that the forces of Underworld must work with Overworld?" I haven't agreed to it yet, working towards this goal.
She folds her arms and looks at me with pity. "You used to be such a noble and beautiful man, Samael... Now you're a twisted and prideful monster. Your physical appearance matches what was inside all along." Her words aren't new to me. Gabriel and the rest of the family wouldn't understand. I'm the one that should rule. I know what's best.
She moves closer with her wings outstretched, my demon ones matching in an exact opposite. "Father has already begun to move towards confrontation. The Old Gods aren't strong enough to face Overworld yet, but when they are. There will be a war, and you'll have to pick a side in this fight. Annihilation or helping us." Letting her speak without interruption makes her drool on.
~~~(POV: Gabriel, one of the Arch-Angels of Overworld)~~~
~~~(Location: Samael's private palace, Underworld)~~~
~~~(Time: 10:02 PM)~~~
Reading my brother's emotions is never easy, not since he's had the demonic form he has now. He doesn't look anything like I remember. The last time I saw him was so long ago. "Samael, that is a name that is never spoken in Underworld. The only reason you're still alive from using it is that I permit it." His Pride and vanity have consumed him fully.
That's the sin he represents, Pride. "That is the name you were given when you were created. Not the name you go by now. Despite what you believe, you were an angel at one point. Now all you are is... This." His smile makes my skin crawl. His teeth are sharp, and his red face and twisting horns make him a ghastly sight. He's never going to redeem himself.
There are too many things that are blinding his vision, too many things that he can't see past. "Better that I be myself and know who I am. Then pretend that I'm something else and live a lie." I don't know why father wants Samael to help us. We can win this fight without Underworld's help and his help. This trip was pointless.
He stands up from his throne and walks over to one of the windows. He peers into the landscape of dead trees. He thinks himself king of this realm, but our father still has power over this domain. "Tell our father that I'll help when the time comes, but I want something in return." He's always playing at something. Whatever it is, it'll serve him better in the end.
I will not leave here without knowing his demand, but before I can ask, he turns around and starts to speak again. "My price for helping is an item that's currently being held by Cera. The Dice of Wayland. That's my price for my help and Underworld's help." The Dice of Wayland... What purpose would Samael have with The Dice of Wayland?
Speaking on our father's behalf regarding this is ill-advised. Getting in between Samael and father's mind games always leads to a mess. "I'll relay this to father... I'm surprised, Samael... I never thought you'd fold so easily..." My attempts to goad him into anger are easily seen, and he squints his eyes and stares into me. He chuckles to himself.
His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, and it's one filled with a twisted growl at the base. "Stick to playing messenger, Gabriel. You're not cut out for the big leagues. Run along, sister. Father won't be waiting for you for long." I hope that Michael has a better time than I am. He's going to take longer than me. His task is far more delicate than this one.
~~~(POV: Fenrir, Beast of Ragnarok)~~~
~~~(Location: Gaia, near the Boulder mountains)~~~
~~~(Time: 10:41 PM)~~~
The cold breeze brushes against my fur, and a calm comes over me. My fur blows and waves in a nonexistence wind going in the opposite direction of the current direction of the wind. The moon illuminates my view of the landscape out in the distance. Miles of forest and snow-capped mountains are under the light being reflected.
Hard times are coming for many people. Gaia is going to undergo a massive change in the upcoming war. One that'll shape and tear lives apart. Gabriel should have already spoken to Samael at this point. Now all I'm waiting for is Michael to finish his task, and The Almighty Father will tell me to retrieve Cera.
Micahel and Samael... It was wise to send Gabriel to speak with him. If Michael went, there would've been a battle. There is too much bad blood between the two of them. "The politics of Gods is so boring... I should've stayed out of it..." Something is maddening about having to wait for a long time, with nothing to do.
My own children are going to be dragged into this battle. They'll not be able to resist the chance to have a glorious battle. "Only you would think that, Fenrir..." The feminine voice of Gabriel fills my ears, and I see her standing next to me. "I've completed my task, and I hope that Michael finishes his soon." That was the first time she saw Samael since his transformation.
He was once the most beautiful angel in Overworld. His ego swelled and fed his Pride, wanting what his father had. Many things went wrong at that time, and Samael only has himself to blame. It's evidence that even higher beings like angels are capable of falling to the deepest depths of darkness.
His Pride was all he had left in the end, and he decided to become his own father's greatest enemy. Even in my long life and with all my power, I wouldn't want to fight The Almighty Father. Only a madman would, and Samael has proven to be just that. Even though I'm the Beast of Ragnarok, there are beings that I can't beat. The Almighty Father is one of them.
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A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.
[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.193]
[Exp: 3/100%]
[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)]
[Stats] [Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 8240][Focus - 19,660]
[Mana aura control: 6/100%]
[Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000] [Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000]
[Stat Points: 30] [Armor rating: 500]
[Inventory] [Dice of Wayland (Divine)] [Hardened Tree sap Armor (Very Rare)] [The Witness (Legendary Sword)] [Fenrir's Whistle (Divine)] [Sally's Dresses 5x] [Camping gear] [Food Rations 4x] [Dried meat 4x] [Fishing poles 2x] [Fish 8x] [Festival Garbs 2x]
[Passive Perks]
[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]
[Active Skills]
[Heavens light Lvl.59 325/5900] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.59 225/5900] [Slash Lvl..77 4600/130000] [Parry Lvl.53 80/5300] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controled Fun]
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~~~(POV: Samael, Arch-Demon of Pride and King of the Underworld)~~~
~~~(Location: Personal Palace, Underworld)~~~
~~~(Time: 9:51 PM)~~~
Father and the rest of my family are moving in their plans. Why Father decided to bring the humans from Earth here is idiotic to me. Now he's putting importance on a half-breed mongrel that doesn't deserve any of his power. Michael desecrated the sanctity of the blood in his veins. Copulating with a female and fathering a child.
What makes me mad the most is he was proud... Father was happy that Cera exists, no matter how fake his existence really is. They ignore the fact that he's not the actual son. Only the power existed. Changing Amelia's memories made things easier for them, making her believe she gave birth to a son, but when all she did was give birth to an unguided and thoughtless power.
Finding its host in Cera, and before him, Jameson. Otherwise known as Bluechaos. The power that was once Jameson now belongs to Cera, and the reason for this is the prophecy couldn't be fulfilled without someone like Cera. Jameson lacked the one thing Cera had. A hard life and the will to make the hardest decisions. I think Jameson a lowly creature, and Cera is a better option.
The manipulations of my father make me look amateurish, and I hate that. Saying that his plan is for the future of all existence. "How have you been, brother..." My internal debating is interrupted by the voice of my sister. Gabriel. She's here for the same reason I predicted when The Old Gods were set to return. The Underworld and Overworld must work together.
The Old Gods have no interest in sharing, and if they did. I would've joined them, but they made their stance clear. "Enjoying the silence of my throne room, sister. Tell me, have you come here to beg for my cooperation? To plead that the forces of Underworld must work with Overworld?" I haven't agreed to it yet, working towards this goal.
She folds her arms and looks at me with pity. "You used to be such a noble and beautiful man, Samael... Now you're a twisted and prideful monster. Your physical appearance matches what was inside all along." Her words aren't new to me. Gabriel and the rest of the family wouldn't understand. I'm the one that should rule. I know what's best.
She moves closer with her wings outstretched, my demon ones matching in an exact opposite. "Father has already begun to move towards confrontation. The Old Gods aren't strong enough to face Overworld yet, but when they are. There will be a war, and you'll have to pick a side in this fight. Annihilation or helping us." Letting her speak without interruption makes her drool on.
~~~(POV: Gabriel, one of the Arch-Angels of Overworld)~~~
~~~(Location: Samael's private palace, Underworld)~~~
~~~(Time: 10:02 PM)~~~
Reading my brother's emotions is never easy, not since he's had the demonic form he has now. He doesn't look anything like I remember. The last time I saw him was so long ago. "Samael, that is a name that is never spoken in Underworld. The only reason you're still alive from using it is that I permit it." His Pride and vanity have consumed him fully.
That's the sin he represents, Pride. "That is the name you were given when you were created. Not the name you go by now. Despite what you believe, you were an angel at one point. Now all you are is... This." His smile makes my skin crawl. His teeth are sharp, and his red face and twisting horns make him a ghastly sight. He's never going to redeem himself.
There are too many things that are blinding his vision, too many things that he can't see past. "Better that I be myself and know who I am. Then pretend that I'm something else and live a lie." I don't know why father wants Samael to help us. We can win this fight without Underworld's help and his help. This trip was pointless.
He stands up from his throne and walks over to one of the windows. He peers into the landscape of dead trees. He thinks himself king of this realm, but our father still has power over this domain. "Tell our father that I'll help when the time comes, but I want something in return." He's always playing at something. Whatever it is, it'll serve him better in the end.
I will not leave here without knowing his demand, but before I can ask, he turns around and starts to speak again. "My price for helping is an item that's currently being held by Cera. The Dice of Wayland. That's my price for my help and Underworld's help." The Dice of Wayland... What purpose would Samael have with The Dice of Wayland?
Speaking on our father's behalf regarding this is ill-advised. Getting in between Samael and father's mind games always leads to a mess. "I'll relay this to father... I'm surprised, Samael... I never thought you'd fold so easily..." My attempts to goad him into anger are easily seen, and he squints his eyes and stares into me. He chuckles to himself.
His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, and it's one filled with a twisted growl at the base. "Stick to playing messenger, Gabriel. You're not cut out for the big leagues. Run along, sister. Father won't be waiting for you for long." I hope that Michael has a better time than I am. He's going to take longer than me. His task is far more delicate than this one.
~~~(POV: Fenrir, Beast of Ragnarok)~~~
~~~(Location: Gaia, near the Boulder mountains)~~~
~~~(Time: 10:41 PM)~~~
The cold breeze brushes against my fur, and a calm comes over me. My fur blows and waves in a nonexistence wind going in the opposite direction of the current direction of the wind. The moon illuminates my view of the landscape out in the distance. Miles of forest and snow-capped mountains are under the light being reflected.
Hard times are coming for many people. Gaia is going to undergo a massive change in the upcoming war. One that'll shape and tear lives apart. Gabriel should have already spoken to Samael at this point. Now all I'm waiting for is Michael to finish his task, and The Almighty Father will tell me to retrieve Cera.
Micahel and Samael... It was wise to send Gabriel to speak with him. If Michael went, there would've been a battle. There is too much bad blood between the two of them. "The politics of Gods is so boring... I should've stayed out of it..." Something is maddening about having to wait for a long time, with nothing to do.
My own children are going to be dragged into this battle. They'll not be able to resist the chance to have a glorious battle. "Only you would think that, Fenrir..." The feminine voice of Gabriel fills my ears, and I see her standing next to me. "I've completed my task, and I hope that Michael finishes his soon." That was the first time she saw Samael since his transformation.
He was once the most beautiful angel in Overworld. His ego swelled and fed his Pride, wanting what his father had. Many things went wrong at that time, and Samael only has himself to blame. It's evidence that even higher beings like angels are capable of falling to the deepest depths of darkness.
His Pride was all he had left in the end, and he decided to become his own father's greatest enemy. Even in my long life and with all my power, I wouldn't want to fight The Almighty Father. Only a madman would, and Samael has proven to be just that. Even though I'm the Beast of Ragnarok, there are beings that I can't beat. The Almighty Father is one of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.
[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.193]
[Exp: 3/100%]
[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)]
[Stats] [Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 8240][Focus - 19,660]
[Mana aura control: 6/100%]
[Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000] [Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000]
[Stat Points: 30] [Armor rating: 500]
[Inventory] [Dice of Wayland (Divine)] [Hardened Tree sap Armor (Very Rare)] [The Witness (Legendary Sword)] [Fenrir's Whistle (Divine)] [Sally's Dresses 5x] [Camping gear] [Food Rations 4x] [Dried meat 4x] [Fishing poles 2x] [Fish 8x] [Festival Garbs 2x]
[Passive Perks]
[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]
[Active Skills]
[Heavens light Lvl.59 325/5900] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.59 225/5900] [Slash Lvl..77 4600/130000] [Parry Lvl.53 80/5300] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controled Fun]
{I have a p-a-t-r-e-o-n with exclusive stories on it! I hope you guys will give it a chance. The link is https://www.p-a-t-r-e-o-n.com/easyread. Remove the dashes. Webnovel censors the word.}~~~POV: Samael, Arch-Demon of Pride and King of the Underworld~~~~~~Location: Personal Palace, Underworld~~~~~~Time: 9:51 PM~~~Father and the rest of my family are moving in their plans. Why Father decided to bring the humans from Earth here is idiotic to me. Now he's putting importance on a half-breed mongrel that doesn't deserve any of his power. Michael desecrated the sanctity of the blood in his veins. Copulating with a female and fathering a child.What makes me mad the most is he was proud... Father was happy that Cera exists, no matter how fake his existence really is. They ignore the fact that he's not the actual son. Only the power existed. Changing Amelia's memories made things easier for them, making her believe she gave birth to a son, but when all she did was give birth to an unguided and thoughtless power.Finding its host in Cera, and before him, Jameson. Otherwise known as Bluechaos. The power that was once Jameson now belongs to Cera, and the reason for this is the prophecy couldn't be fulfilled without someone like Cera. Jameson lacked the one thing Cera had. A hard life and the will to make the hardest decisions. I think Jameson a lowly creature, and Cera is a better option.The manipulations of my father make me look amateurish, and I hate that. Saying that his plan is for the future of all existence. "How have you been, brother..." My internal debating is interrupted by the voice of my sister. Gabriel. She's here for the same reason I predicted when The Old Gods were set to return. The Underworld and Overworld must work together.The Old Gods have no interest in sharing, and if they did. I would've joined them, but they made their stance clear. "Enjoying the silence of my throne room, sister. Tell me, have you come here to beg for my cooperation? To plead that the forces of Underworld must work with Overworld?" I haven't agreed to it yet, working towards this goal.She folds her arms and looks at me with pity. "You used to be such a noble and beautiful man, Samael... Now you're a twisted and prideful monster. Your physical appearance matches what was inside all along." Her words aren't new to me. Gabriel and the rest of the family wouldn't understand. I'm the one that should rule. I know what's best.She moves closer with her wings outstretched, my demon ones matching in an exact opposite. "Father has already begun to move towards confrontation. The Old Gods aren't strong enough to face Overworld yet, but when they are. There will be a war, and you'll have to pick a side in this fight. Annihilation or helping us." Letting her speak without interruption makes her drool on.~~~POV: Gabriel, one of the Arch-Angels of Overworld~~~~~~Location: Samael's private palace, Underworld~~~~~~Time: 10:02 PM~~~Reading my brother's emotions is never easy, not since he's had the demonic form he has now. He doesn't look anything like I remember. The last time I saw him was so long ago. "Samael, that is a name that is never spoken in Underworld. The only reason you're still alive from using it is that I permit it." His Pride and vanity have consumed him fully.That's the sin he represents, Pride. "That is the name you were given when you were created. Not the name you go by now. Despite what you believe, you were an angel at one point. Now all you are is... This." His smile makes my skin crawl. His teeth are sharp, and his red face and twisting horns make him a ghastly sight. He's never going to redeem himself.There are too many things that are blinding his vision, too many things that he can't see past. "Better that I be myself and know who I am. Then pretend that I'm something else and live a lie." I don't know why father wants Samael to help us. We can win this fight without Underworld's help and his help. This trip was pointless.He stands up from his throne and walks over to one of the windows. He peers into the landscape of dead trees. He thinks himself king of this realm, but our father still has power over this domain. "Tell our father that I'll help when the time comes, but I want something in return." He's always playing at something. Whatever it is, it'll serve him better in the end.I will not leave here without knowing his demand, but before I can ask, he turns around and starts to speak again. "My price for helping is an item that's currently being held by Cera. The Dice of Wayland. That's my price for my help and Underworld's help." The Dice of Wayland... What purpose would Samael have with The Dice of Wayland?Speaking on our father's behalf regarding this is ill-advised. Getting in between Samael and father's mind games always leads to a mess. "I'll relay this to father... I'm surprised, Samael... I never thought you'd fold so easily..." My attempts to goad him into anger are easily seen, and he squints his eyes and stares into me. He chuckles to himself.His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, and it's one filled with a twisted growl at the base. "Stick to playing messenger, Gabriel. You're not cut out for the big leagues. Run along, sister. Father won't be waiting for you for long." I hope that Michael has a better time than I am. He's going to take longer than me. His task is far more delicate than this one.~~~POV: Fenrir, Beast of Ragnarok~~~~~~Location: Gaia, near the Boulder mountains~~~~~~Time: 10:41 PM~~~The cold breeze brushes against my fur, and a calm comes over me. My fur blows and waves in a nonexistence wind going in the opposite direction of the current direction of the wind. The moon illuminates my view of the landscape out in the distance. Miles of forest and snow-capped mountains are under the light being reflected.Hard times are coming for many people. Gaia is going to undergo a massive change in the upcoming war. One that'll shape and tear lives apart. Gabriel should have already spoken to Samael at this point. Now all I'm waiting for is Michael to finish his task, and The Almighty Father will tell me to retrieve Cera.Micahel and Samael... It was wise to send Gabriel to speak with him. If Michael went, there would've been a battle. There is too much bad blood between the two of them. "The politics of Gods is so boring... I should've stayed out of it..." Something is maddening about having to wait for a long time, with nothing to do.My own children are going to be dragged into this battle. They'll not be able to resist the chance to have a glorious battle. "Only you would think that, Fenrir..." The feminine voice of Gabriel fills my ears, and I see her standing next to me. "I've completed my task, and I hope that Michael finishes his soon." That was the first time she saw Samael since his transformation.He was once the most beautiful angel in Overworld. His ego swelled and fed his Pride, wanting what his father had. Many things went wrong at that time, and Samael only has himself to blame. It's evidence that even higher beings like angels are capable of falling to the deepest depths of darkness.His Pride was all he had left in the end, and he decided to become his own father's greatest enemy. Even in my long life and with all my power, I wouldn't want to fight The Almighty Father. Only a madman would, and Samael has proven to be just that. Even though I'm the Beast of Ragnarok, there are beings that I can't beat. The Almighty Father is one of them.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.Slayer Zern Lvl.193Exp: 3/100%Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael HiddenStats Strength - 7095Endurance - 7045Dexterity - 7215Speed - 8240Focus - 19,660Mana aura control: 6/100%Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000 Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000Stat Points: 30 Armor rating: 500Inventory Dice of Wayland Divine Hardened Tree sap Armor Very Rare The Witness Legendary Sword Fenrir's Whistle Divine Sally's Dresses 5x Camping gear Food Rations 4x Dried meat 4x Fishing poles 2x Fish 8x Festival Garbs 2xPassive PerksInheritor of the Sword Son of Heaven Slayer of Evil Holy Willow Trees Savior Finder of Legends The Divine who has Legend Destined for Greatness Dungeon Diver An OverachieverActive SkillsHeavens light Lvl.59 325/5900 Protected by Heaven Lvl.59 225/5900 Slash Lvl..77 4600/130000 Parry Lvl.53 80/5300 Double Strike N/A Kingslayer N/A Raging Machine N/A Winged Glory Angelic Flight Divine Pressure Exertion Divinity Pulse Controled Fun
