End of Archdemons

The Abyss; a wretched place, full of evils and birthplace of monstrous things. I came from one

of it’s spawn. He and I are of the same class, much like a royal bloodline. We are Archdemons of

the Abyss. However, I escaped my fate by means unknown to me. That still does not change

what I am, yet that is quite fortunate now that it has come to this point. Now, I am the only one

who can stop my father, Archdemon Lucifer.

It all began when my mother, Archangel Hashmal, was “forced with my father”. Not too soon

was I born, already a man. Maybe part of the reason why my fate was changed was due to my

uprising of protective feelings towards my mother. I had only been born just a few minutes ago,

and yet I was enveloped in a hurricane of one emotion; rage. I wanted to strike out my father,

but something held me back. Was it my mother, not wanting her new child to become like his

terrible father, or was it something else? I wouldn’t know, as that hurricane was quickly

replaced by dull emotions as I knelled to hold my mother’s hand. My father stood there

waiting, his enormous birdlike figure ominously watching over us. I could see the contempt in

his eyes, but I did not care I had my mother to keep calm. Then, he left.

Years later, I watch over the first city of Hell, Limbum. It was less a city, and more of a wall. It

had to be. It was the last of the first defenses of Hell… And yet, my father blasted through it in

seconds. Then, just as soon as he appeared, he left. After all this was not his invasion, this was

an invasion led by Archdemon Satan. It’s hard to see another Archdemon asking another for

help, and yet he had done it.

I have learned that Archdemons cannot be so easily killed. So, I produced my blood to anoint

my future mother’s blade. How she, an Archangel, trusted me so easily to anoint her blade, I

might never know the full truth. Simply that I felt strongly familiar to her.

Soon, there was one final battle, culminating in the death of Archdemon Satan. Hell left almost

destroyed, and the middle ground between Heaven and Hell annihilated never to heal again. I

wish I could have seen her fight. I’m sure she would have been amazing. Unfortunately,

anointing an Archangel’s blade took a lot more out of me than I would have expected, and thus

I was stuck in a tomb underneath a city of Hell. Fortunately, due to my presence under the city,

it was not destroyed like the rest. It would much later be a shining beacon within Hell, I would

see when I awoke from my slumber.

My tomb was not so easily accessible, not even to the most acclaimed of dungeon delvers. It

would take strong will to even know of the place. Part of that is due to my overwhelming

presence, as all Archdemons have. Even the presence of my father on Earth would cause

various ancient myths of monsters and the like, as I would later learn.

However, even if you can learn of my tomb, first you would need to pass the monsters and

demons guarding it. Monsters created from my own will and blood, and demons that had

switched sides from The Abyss to pledge allegiance to me after the end of the Heaven Invasion.

These warriors of mine have all slain thousands, mostly agents sent by The Abyss, who

all have a natural calling.

And yet, they were simply defeated by two seekers of mine. A woman covered by armor

of the abyss, still retaining her humanity; then a scholar who has lived millions of lifetimes,

still wanting to learn all there is. I can sense them from underneath my unbearably heavy

coffin, and I can sense that the warrior doesn’t know what I am. This should be rather fun.

The cover of the coffin is slowly lifted into the air, dark clouds bellowing from it as its spindly

long legs stretched out onto the floor, slowly creeping towards the two.

“Ah, it seems the spell worked.” The scholar let out a sigh as he lowered his hand, still shining

white from producing the spell.

“Let’s hope it did.” A deep voice reverberating from inside the futuristic looking helmet of the

warrior.

Then it hit them, a reverberating pain inside their skulls, as if something were trying to claw its

way out. The Scholar was barely able to speak out a curing spell, the noise almost numbing

every sense of body, mind, and soul. The two drop to the ground as the noise turns into a dull

headache, then a worrying sense of trouble.

“Something doesn’t seem right here.” The Warrior’s metallic voice ringing out, echoing

throughout the chamber, as she loaded her double barrel shotgun, a satisfying click from both

shells being loaded then a heavy snap as the barrel were put into place for firing.

The sound of stone cracking and metal bending began to fill the room as a dark figure, cloaked

in the black smoke rose from the coffin. The smoke began to slowly stop coming, starting from

the bottom then rising to the top, wisps of darkness left behind to roam around the figure.

Then, the cloak finally lifted.

The Warriors eyes had started at the bottom, waiting for the cloak to lift, but as soon as her

eyes reached his face, they began to cloud. Teeth clenched, The Warrior began to fire shell

after shell at the man with a bird’s head. Said man began to deflect the shot, as if carelessly

swatting a fly. The Scholar tried to call out to the Warrior, but it was no use; her rage had tuned

everything else out, focusing only on the thing in front of her.

Seeing the shotgun would not work on him, the Warrior drew her metal hilt, ignited the flat red

blade, and launched herself, yelling “Lucifer!” Memories began to flash through her mind. A

giant shadow standing about the wall, then a great beam of light tearing though it.

“I swear, I am not him, but indeed someone entirely different.” The bird man said as he himself

drew a sword Sparks flew as swords met. “But I see that you will not see reason until I have

beaten you… Well then, let’s get started.”

The scholar watched as their battle threatened to tear the chamber around them apart. It was

obvious at least one of them was throwing everything into their attack. “What could fix her

mental state for the time being.” He began to think quickly, calling on his namesake, The

Curator. “There it is.” The scholar began chanting the spell as the battle raged on.

“You murdered my lover, I can never forgive you.” Overhead strike after overhead strike fell

upon the bird man’s blade.

“If it’s any consolation, I can never forgive my father either.” The bird man had bounced back.

“Father? Then this must be… Oh no.” The Scholar began to chant faster, hoping to end this fight

very quickly because this bird man was actually…

“Yes, indeed Scholar! I am Archdemon Mammon.” He stated. Could he read his mind, the

Scholar wondered as the last few seconds of the chant began to finish up.

A blast knocked out the Warrior, flying backwards right next to the Scholar and landing there.

She was unconscious. “Now that that is finished, tell me scholar why you have awoken me,

though I can probably guess.”

“Your father, Archdemon Lucifer is tearing apart the universes, practically eating them one by

one. We need you, another Archdemon, to stop him.”

“What about the rest of the Archdemons? Please tell me scholar, as while we might not be

purely family, I still have a familial connection to them.”

“Of course. Well, to start off, Archdemon Satan died again trying to stop Lucifer, Archdemon

Leviathan as well. And the rest… let’s say they are living meager lives now. Archdemon

Beelzebub is stringing together the planets that were destroyed, crumb by crumb and

Archdemon Belphegor has simply lain down, waiting for the end.”

“Of course he would just lie down, he is practically the laziest thing in the Gigaverse… You did

not mention my sibling, Archdemon Asmodeus.”

“I am sorry, but even I don’t know where Asmodeus is. I barely know anything about her at all,

yet I should.”

“Do not fret Scholar, I am sure Asmodeus will show up at one point.” Mammon lay a comforting

hand on the Scholar’s shoulder. “Now, onto business… where is Archangel Hashmal?”

The scholar had a look of pity appear on his face. Frantically, “Scholar? Where is my mother?!”

[TO BE CONTINUED]