Chapter 625: The Fate of The Blood of Carnage
“Your words do not hold weight. And therefore, two among you shall be ERASED!”
His voice echoed like the divine judgment of a demonic king—one that could not be escaped, refused, or negotiated with.
An instant later, two of the trio immediately raised their claws. Their limbs trembled, as if beyond their control, and their heads jerked downward, pressing into the ground. But then—
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPP
They tore through their own necks as blood burst through the void, mixing with the crimson already soaking the ground.
Of the trio, two were now headless—dark blood spurting from their necks as they slowly collapsed sideways. Their bodies instantly became puddles of blood that were swiftly absorbed by the pitch-dark ground. What remained of their bones floated into ash, leaving only their robes as the final proof of their existence.
CLATTTERRR
The sound of bones clattering rang out from the only one still standing. Then, a piercingly cold and absolute voice followed:
“Ipusm, Speptimama Calamitatem—Zar’kul.
Him, the Seventh Calamity—Zar’kul.
Mors sola convenit eius ruinae.
Death alone is fitting for his downfall.
Fatum dignum… ei qui se supra cladem putavit.
A worthy fate… for he who thought himself above defeat.
Stultus est.
He is a fool.”
He spoke in his piercing voice, the only thing to respond being the sound of bones trembling from fear.
“Cum verbis meis redistis.”
“You return with my words.”
“Quinta Calamitas et Septima Calamitas eum persequantur—filium Theth’Vorgtah—et animam eius reducant.”
The 5th Calamity and the 6th Calamity are to go after him, the son of Theth’Vorgtah, and bring back his soul.
“As for him, the 7th Calamity, Zar’kul—his death is the only thing befitting his defeat. A suiting ending for the Unworthy One who claimed he had learned the Law of Undefeat. He’s but an unworthy fool among the Seven.”
His words rang out through the Void, followed by the sound of chains clattering as the gigantic head slowly withdrew back into the darkness. The only surviving demon bowed his head deeper and responded:
“Mandata tua adimpleta sunt, o Superstite Caedis Theth’Vorgtah.”
Your orders have been fulfilled, O Survivor of the Carnage of Theth’Vorgtah.
And in an instant, he slowly floated upward from the Void, remaining in his bowed position, not daring for even a moment to lay eyes upon the entity as he faded into nothingness.
Silence followed for a long while—until the sound of chains clattering rang out once more.
Then the words came again…
“O, Theth’Vorgtah…”
“O Theth’Vorgtah…”
“Captivus es…”
Imprisoned you are…
“…Et tamen.”
…And yet.
“Sanguis tuus inter nos tumultum serit.”
Your blood sows chaos among us.
“Vere… habes Sanguinem Caedis.”
Truly… you carry the Blood of Carnage.
“Sed… finitum est.”
But… it is over.
“Fatum Sanguinis Caedis…”
The Fate of the Blood of Carnage…
“…iam peractum est.”
…has now come to an end.
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“So, this is where you’re hiding, huh?” The voice echoed out through the wide-open space as a figure slowly rose up the stairs.
It was none other than Old Jack, his gaze lifting to see Ryuk’s back, staring down from atop the castle.
“Here to disturb me again, old man?” Ryuk said without turning. Old Jack chuckled before walking forward to stand by his side.
“Depends if you’re acting like a kid, bloody mutt,” he replied, nudging Ryuk’s shoulder. The younger man only rolled his eyes.
“You can’t be helped, old man…” he muttered.
Old Jack grinned, as pulled out a cigarette,but paused as he turned his gaze toward where Ryuk was staring.
There she was—the Half-Fallen One, along with Morgaine, accompanied by a group of male and female Fallen Angels passing by.
The males offered bows of respect before joining the queue, while the ladies were greeted with warm hugs and bright smiles.
It was like a parting event, where both the the Half-Fallen One and Morgaine were present—perhaps to reassure the Fallen angels about their decision to return.
“Almost unfair, no? Bloody mutt,” Old Jack suddenly said, lighting his cigarette and glancing sideways at Ryuk, who asked,
“How so?”
“The males have to bow and smile, and all they get is a wave, while the ladies get deep hugs and the best of smiles. And we—me and you—are up here in the background. They get all the congratulations and attention, but you had to go through hell just to make sure they’re all even alive at all, but you’re unseen at all.”
“One could argue it’s a bit unfair…”
“It’s like we men are doomed to suffer and remain at the back after it all,” Old Jack added.
Ryuk only shrugged silently before replying, “The life of a man is naturally hard. I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s even meant to be. The only time I feel meaning in life is sometimes when my body is being racked with pain.”
Old Jack grinned. “It truly takes a lot of sacrifice—most of which goes unnoticed.”
He mused alongside Ryuk, who nodded.
“But isn’t it better this way, Old Jack? We don’t need to stand there, letting the world know we were it’s saviour. It’s enough for us just to see the world survive, is it not?”
Old Jack hummed in thought.
“And I’m pretty sure if every man got to hug the Queen and her daughter like the women, there would’ve been a medical facility opened up right here and it will be already full with patients, all Fallen Males” Ryuk added, flashing him a wicked grin.
“Isn’t that right, Old Jack?”
“Maybe…” Old Jack replied, trying to sound like a good man.
But Ryuk only rolled his eyes.
If there was one thing Ryuk knew about Old Jack, it was that he was ultra-possessive.
Back in Grade E, he never allowed anyone to touch his table. Only the cores were allowed to be placed there, and no one dared touch his puff stack—or they’d be sent flying out the ceiling in an instant
Why?
Because no one was allowed to touch what was his.
If all the Fallen angel men had to hug the Half-Fallen One, like the lady does, the most of them would have had swollen lips and be admitted to a medical facility, all due to Old Jack’s jealousy.
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