Guild Wars-Novel

Chapter 639 - Nine Hells 1

"So, my handsome freak, how's life?" Eva asked lazily, half of her leg and her arm hanging off the side of the bed as she stuffed her face into her pillow.

"Meh. Could be better." Draco replied just as lazily as he lay face down in the bed, sprawled like a snow angel.

"Mmm." Eva replied noncommittally.

Draco soon felt mental tendrils from Eva poke over, and he connected with them without even moving. The duo interfaced just like that and shared all their gains, so that the other could access it as well.

After doing so, they collectively felt much better.

"Hey, how about we go and check out your Nine Hells? I saw that you had some difficulty during summoning." Eva suggested.

Draco pulled his head out of the sheets and agreed. "Sounds like a plan. Let's do this."

The White-Haired Duo gathered their strength to sit up into a meditative position and got themselves comfortable before merging their minds and entering Draco's Hell space.

They appeared in the first level of Hell, Limbo. It was a relatively dull area with no life and no architecture. There appeared to be just grey earth as far as the eye could see.

Draco frowned. "I feel like if I invest Bloodline Energy, I should be able to make Limbo more developed."

Eva rubbed her chin. "From what I know of sub-human mythology, Limbo is supposed to be the place for non-believers and those who have lived without sin, but without belief. It's a mild area that isn't really a punishment. It's not paradise, but neither is it pain."

Draco smiled cheekily. "Essentially, a limbo in between both."

Eva chuckled. "Precisely. But I guess just like the first layer of my Seven Heavens, it's the afterlife. The difference here is that in my first layer, the deceased are not allowed to have bodies and exist in wisp form, though they have access to different features. Here in Limbo, you can have a fully functioning body, but there's nothing to do."

Draco nodded but then furrowed his brows. "Hey, say we're together and a neutral soul died before us. Who do you think it will go to?"

Eva shrugged. "Not sure, maybe it filters using karma? Or moral alignment? Could be anything."

Draco sighed. "We'll have to test that out later. First things first, since there are no Demons on this level, where is the damned Demon Lord?"

Each level of hell had a resident Demon Lord, and those were the fellows Draco had been struggling to summon. He had come to Limbo, yet the resident Demon Lord here wasn't running over with all his might to kowtow.

It was frankly embarrassing for Draco. Just look at how respectful and well-behaved Eva's Angels were! Yet, these damned Demons refused to behave orderly!

Eva didn't say anything, but Draco could feel her ojou-sama laugh bubbling within her and he couldn't take it.

These Demons were COURTING DEATH!

Young Master Draco - activate!

"BELIAL, ROLL OUT HERE FOR THIS GRANDFATHER!" Draco roared as he transformed into his Horned Demon True Body, blasting out his demonic aura over the entire realm.

It took an entire 5 minutes for a form to appear in their view. The creature was flying through the air lazily, coming down before the Evil Duo calmly. At this point, Draco's expression was incomparably ugly and his eyes glowed with malevolence.

"Why the fuck did it take you so long to get here?" He asked coldly.

Belial was an older demon with two long, curved horns on either side of his head and a huge, muscular body. He was about 6"5, with a huge greatsword slung over his right shoulder.

He wore nothing on top, letting his muscles be on full display, while he wore some goatskin skirt with a golden belt holding it tight, as well as some battle sandals.

Belial ignored Draco as his eyes fell on Eva, and they lit up. "Woman, quickly remove your clothes then come and sniff this father's cock. Otherwise, don't blame me for cutting your pretty face up!"

Eva frowned and folded her arms, gazing at Draco speechlessly. This was the state of his Nine Hells? In some ways, it was worse than how her Seven Heavens had been before they cleansed it!

Draco froze for a second before laughing uproariously. "GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!"

Belial finally seemed to 'notice' Draco, gasping exaggeratedly as if he made a mistake. "Oh dear, isn't this the Demon Supreme? How could I not have noticed you? Must be because you're so short and unremarkable!"

A black aura seemed to rise from Draco as his expression slowly became malevolent. "You know I am the Demon Supreme and yet you dare to behave like this in my presence?"

"Haha, Demon Supreme is a title any Demon above Demon Lord can fight for. It simply means the strongest demon currently. However, you, who barely reaches my crotch, dare to call yourself Demon Supreme because you inherited the progenitor's bloodline? Pah!" Belial chuckled as he spat with derision.

Eva understood. So it seemed that because they thought Draco was just a slightly more talented bloodline descendant, they wanted him to win their favor and right to rule them.

However, this was a grave mistake, as Draco wasn't just a bloodline descendant, He was literally their God right now. Eva wondered why the Demons were ignorant of this, or at least why Belial was, but she could find out later.

Right now, she was getting an ominous feeling from Draco and unhesitatingly cut off their passive mental connection. Something was rising in him that gave her fear and made her feel like she would suffer.

Draco gazed at Belial coldly, his lips widening into a creepy smile. "You know, I have always kept him sealed because if he were to awaken, the world would suffer for it under his madness. But I want to hurt you in ways I have never hurt anyone before, and there is no one better for the task than him."

Draco exploded outwards with a black miasma that covered more than 300 meters around him in every direction, suppressing everything and making both Eva and Belial feel suffocated.

When Eva sensed what was coming next, she screamed with fear and teleported out of the realm, wanting nothing to do with what would happen next.

"Good luck, foolish Demon Lord. Just remember, everything he will do to you and the others was brought about by yourself." Draco spoke slowly before his eyes darkened.

For a split second, he seemed to be an empty husk before his eyes rolled about and re-focused. Once those red pupils focused on him, Belial somehow knew that he was no longer facing the same person he had spoken to just a moment ago.

Right now, the Demon Lord presiding over Limbo was facing something far worse.

His entire body was filled with fear as he trembled under the might of a superior form of life, his teeth chattering so hard that he couldn't even force out the words of begging he desperately wanted to free so that he could avoid the calamity brought upon himself.

He couldn't even run because his knees kept clattering against each other. He couldn't lift his sword to form a defense or threaten this foe because his palms were laden with sweat, and maintaining the grip on his greatsword proved too hard.

His bones felt like mush and his body wobbled weakly.

The 'Draco' before him observed him quietly, then looked at himself like he hadn't seen his body in years. He raised a finger towards Belial and said in a hoarse tone, like he had forgotten how to work his voice box.

"A moment."

He then closed his eyes as he parsed all his memories. He only remembered up until the time he reconciled with Eva, as he suddenly lost most of his vitriol back then. He needed a second or two to catch up on everything, and when he did, he opened his eyes.

"So, you dared to lust over what is mine. My Eva? My Celestial Beauty?"

He grinned. "If I was that shameless idiot from before, he would have normally let it go, but you also disrespected him in front of his babe. There's no way he would have let me out into this nice and clean timeline otherwise."

He cricked his neck and flexed his body. "Oh? And this is the bloodline that was sealed for me? Hmph, it's cool, but I built myself using Control and Swordsmanship alone."

Suddenly, the area Draco previously stood in exploded as the sound barrier was torn in an instant, leaving an afterimage of him standing there. Faster than one neuron could pass information across a node, Draco appeared in front of Belial and lifted him by the neck.

Belial could not even finish processing his new situation before intense pain overwhelmed his mind. Draco had clenched his fist a bit, smashing the jawbone of Belial with ease as he held him up.

"That, is to tame that foul tongue. Also, it's to prevent any begging, because I've heard it far too many times to the point I'm frankly sick of it." Draco stated coldly before tossing Belial up into the air.

Before he could go far, Draco grabbed one of his legs and swung down.

BOOM!

Belial's body was used to crater the ground, forming the shape of his body in the earth. The sheer forces of the crash made him bounce up a little and his dislocated jaw swung around.

He screamed in a gurgling tone that denoted the kind of agony he was feeling at the moment. Draco didn't stop there, but mixed both Control Tier 5 Body of Godliness and the physical strength of his Horned Demon True Body to grab Belial once more and smash him on another side of the ground.

Once again, the earth was ruined, left with an imprint of the one used to hit it, and Belial screamed with blood coming out from both sides of his mouth. His blood singed the ground, seemingly slightly acidic, but was – as far as Draco knew – just much hotter than the type that flowed in humans.

That was why Demons were so emotionally prone and less logical, as well as much stronger physically.

BAM!

BANG!

BOOM!

THWOOM!

Like the Hulk, or like a Legendary Super Saiyan, Draco tossed Belial left-right, smashing him repeatedly into the earth around him until there was no correct piece of land around, just a further ruined wasteland.

At this time, Belial's Demonic Regeneration kicked in and his jaw snapped into place even though the rest of his body was torn up and bleeding terribly. His eyes were dull, full of pain, confusion, and fear.

Before he could even say a word, Draco grabbed him by the face and tossed him towards the nearest mountain. Belial crashed deeply into it, almost going right through.

Lodged deep in the center, he coughed out ten wads of burning blood, and felt all his broken bones try to snap back into place, which caused even more agony. He tried to move his arms and legs, anything, so that he could flee from this place.

He had to seek refuge with the other Demon Lords and warn them not to provoke the new Demon Supreme, for he was a being that should never be provoked.

If all nine of them could meet, they could safeguard him and offer their allegiance to the new Demon Supreme. That should calm his anger and stop this horrible agony from continuing.

Before Belial could think further, he heard another explosion as his stomach fell to his anus. That explosive sound meant that, faster than his mind could process, more pain was coming.

He was right.

Draco blasted through the hole Belial had left behind and punched the fellow in the gut, sending him crashing through the rest of the mountain, until he eventually smashed into another hillock, this one on the outer edge.

Draco appeared before him as he was bouncing back, grabbing his face and stuffing it into a wall. He then ran along the edge of the hillock, dragging Belial's face across it repeatedly as he screamed in agony.

Eventually, he bypassed the entire hillock, leaving a clear indentation along its side the size of Belial's face, before flinging him into the air at an inclined angle.

Draco crouched down and made the air spin around him as he gathered force before blasting into the air, surpassing the flying Belial and arriving above him.

He then used the Body of Godliness mixed with his Psychic ability to gather all the momentum of his movement in turn with his body as he spun in place. He released all that force, momentum, and power into Belial's gut when he kicked down, sending the fellow crashing to the ground faster than a bullet.

He created a huge hole that one couldn't even see his body from anymore. Draco simply manifested his Hellfire Wings and flapped them to stay airborne as he looked down.

Then, with a malevolent grin, he raised a finger up.

"Since you have refused to pay me the necessary respect and dared to covet what is mine, I will reset this level of Hell and rebuild it from the ashes."

With that said, a spark ignited at his fingertip, before unholy amounts of energy were pulled into his body from the outside. Draco was still in the Heavenly Palace of the Inner Universe, so he had access to all that infinite energy.

He pulled and pulled, creating a huge ball of Lightning energy that kept growing in size until it looked like a large meteorite about to crash into the earth.

Belial managed to shakily pull himself out of his hole, his entire body mangled so badly that anyone would grimace looking at him. He gazed up and saw the giant ball of thunderous death growing larger and larger, as his face paled.

"It's over…" He muttered in defeat, knowing that today would be the end of his existence.

Draco created the lighting orb that was so big that he looked like an ant compared to it. He had reached the limit of his tolerance, and could only get here because this thoughtstream was crazy, and the fact that he had four-energy gathering powers within him now thanks to his training.

Draco then tossed the gigantic lighting orb down heartlessly. He watched as it moved slowly towards the earth, like some behemoth that would sunder the like and raze the heavens.

Belial could only helplessly watch on as death came for him. He roared to the sky: "I AM NOT WILLING!"

However, such feelings wouldn't change reality. Draco folded his arms like a majin about to watch the planet be destroyed, when his casual smirk changed into a frown.

Belial, who was about to close his eyes in defeat, suddenly opened them wide when he saw eight other entities appear before him, their backs in his view. All eye channeled their power forward, sending out waves of multicolored lights as they clashed with the lightning orb.

A female demon who was muscular and gruff turned to Belial and roared with anger: "Weakling, get over here and help before it's too late!"

Belial did not even have the energy to get angry. Rather, he bellowed and released every ounce of his power to assist the others in resisting the lighting orb.

With all nine Demon Lords working together to resist this orb, they displayed shocking power as the combined power was whittling away at its own, making the giant orb shrink further and further until it dissipated.

At this time, all nine were extremely fatigued, barely able to leave their kneeling positions. They could only weakly watch Draco slowly land before them with his arms folded behind his back, his eyes displaying callousness and nonchalance.

"Who gave you permission to save his life?" Draco asked calmly.

The other 8 Demon Lords were stupefied. They shared looks of uncertainty between each other, and eventually one of them stepped forth to speak.

Draco gazed at him and sized him up and down. "Baal, Demon Lord of the 9th level and leader of the Demon Lords. Very well, you are someone competent, so you may speak before me.'

"Lord Demon Supreme, while we acknowledge your power, you cannot harm us Demon Lords so freely, especially not the world itself. If Belial were to die, the first level would forever disappear with him." Baal explained.

Draco then clapped. "So your explanation is; Due to your overarching wisdom, you want to prevent a disaster occurring to the Nine Hells?"

Ball frowned but nodded. "That is the general gist of it but-"

"Hush, say no more. I don't need to hear your opinion when I have already made my decision." Draco interrupted by waving his hands carelessly.

"So, I have these Nine Hells that drain energy, cannot connect to reality, and even the Demon Lords whose existence relies solely on my whim dare to tell me the rules." Draco narrated with amusement in his tone.

The 9 Demon Lords suddenly felt something be amiss, and raised their guards. Draco disappeared from his stop with a minor explosion, appearing before the ground and punching out to the air.

The shockwave from this alone blasted them apart from each other, sending these bulky fellows flying and crashing into the ground. They rose up from their gullies in shock at the sheer power Draco wielded, which was beyond anything they had seen since the progenitor.

Draco himself gazed at his fist with a smile.

"You know, a part of me disdains this bloodline because it seems like a cop-out. It literally has everything in it, along with the possibility of unlimited power and unlimited growth."

Draco opened and closed his fist over and over, each time he clenched it, a small explosion formed as his fist displaced the air around with such force that it caused this effect.

He then raised his head and grinned wolfishly at the 9 Demon Lords who were still caught in the horror of his power.

"However, I have to admit, this kind of raw power is intoxicating.. I am thoroughly going to enjoy torturing you lot, that much I can tell."