Chapter 259: CORRUPTION

Thunder rolled and Zeharah felt the need to go.

Despite the urge to hurry up however,

She couldn't leave at all.

Something was holding her back.

Something even her, couldn't understand.

She thought it was guilt, knowing she had done nothing to save him,

Or perhaps even extreme pity.

Either ways,

She couldn't continue her steps like she ordered,

And tensed up when she felt someone brush against her shoulder.

She then heard a sweet voice, comforting and melodic.

And before she could speak, it beat her right to it.

"Please, have him buried."

"Did you hear that?"

Zeharah asked.

"Heard what?"

"Nevermind."

She then carries Belphegor on her back,

Surprising her brother of the act.

"Oi! I know he suddenly turned good and confessed,

But are you really taking him to the battlefield?

The war would just make him more ruined,

And besides, isn't it better to leave him be? He's dead."

A voice suddenly told Joseph to be quiet,

But it was definitely not from his sister.

He suddenly screamed as Zeharah ignored him,

But finally spoke, when Joseph knelt on his knees.

"It must be madam Umbra's twin."

"Lady Umbra's Luna? But didn't she-"

"Who knew if she really lost herself.

Maybe she just turned into a different being."

Joseph followed his sister closely,

As he scans the room for whatever it is.

"She's our sister, why are you scared?"

"Because I hate being approached unprepared."

"Oh, goodness, you're a million years old.

You should at least be a little bold.

There's times where fear cannot be helped,

And this moment, isn't one of it."

Joseph frowned at his sister's statement.

Even if Luna was a beautiful woman,

he'd still feel scared.

It's all on the matter of intent.

Why would she like his sister have Belphegor carried?

He only heard stories of how she was turned into a celestial body,

So it was expected that he doesn't understand unlike many.

Still, why must she bother his sister so much?

Belphegor's already dead,

and though they mourned,

he should be left behind.

"But still, where are you taking his body?"

"I'm burying it, silly."

Ah. That was when Joseph felt like a big a*shole,

He shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.

He really thought Zeharah would be taking it all the way to Raphael,

For whatever reasons, worth the tale.

"I see. Seems fair. He doesn't belong here anyway.

This place smells."

"Yes, and what were you thinking back there?

That he be resurrected by a miracle?

Hah, I'm afraid the times of miracles had been over.

God's gift is to give him a peaceful slumber."

"Wow, you're right about what I originally thought."

"As expected of my silly brother."

As the faint glow from the shelf saw them out,

It vividly shone and had the whole place burned to ash.

Every trace of the green bracelets were eradicated,

And seeing that its mission was complete,

left.

The glow went up to the moon where it sang,

Happy that Belphegor had came home at last.

...

Satan managed to throw Raphael easily,

Which made Michael attack in a reckless manner.

"You're still acting on your emotions, I see.

Well, with that, this would easily be over."

Satan smiled his frightening smile,

Daring the angels to even try.

He felt so confident that with Lucifer's body in his possession,

Every little thing on land, could be conquered.

But before the villain could smile any wider,

A new disadvantage was quickly discovered.

The monster Azazel had made were put to permanent death,

After the green bracelets lost effect.

The Adversary gritted his teeth in annoyance,

Now he has less allies on his command.

But than wallow in self-pity,

He acted in pure anger,

Never considering retreat despite the losses he's offered.

Dawn then saw this as a sign to attack,

Seeing that the demon became sloppy dodging Michael's hits.

He smiled wide at the observation,

The demon's emotions, could help them win.

"The vain demon is in constant denial that he may fail,

And was losing focus with his worsening rage."

The young angel then crumpled his fists,

Ready to land a hit.

But he was stopped by Jegudiel,

Who doesn't look too thrilled with it.

"I know you are a genius,

But he is different.

We should only offer them support,

Nothing else."

"But-"

"You don't have what it takes.

I don't want you to end up dead."

"What a way to motivate me then,"

"This isn't about that, Dawn.

He's Satan."

"And so what?"

"Just...stay close to me at all times,

We will only offer assistance."

Jegudiel again warned.

But Dawn believed in his plan.

...

Eligorr hated the way it all turned out,

After his and his master's efforts,

their hardwork didn't pleasantly turn around.

Their "perfect" creations were all turned null,

Everything became useless,

it was pathetic to watch it all.

"So annoying."

He tried to hide his uncertainty behind his mask,

For as the remaining creation of Azazel present in the battlefield,

it was sure hard to fake the shock.

He knew what happened that made the monsters all lifeless,

Someone discovered the significance of the bracelets.

It was horrifying to think of it too,

He made sure to fortify the room.

Even Azazel approved.

Knowing that failure, he couldn't help but feel worried.

He wondered if swallowing his bracelet, was a good thing he did.

He hoped Lluming wouldn't discover his weakness,

After all, it was an information he fought so hard to be hidden.

Even Eligorr didn't thought Azazel was serious when he told them back then,

That shattering such a small thing could end all else.

He never thought it was important,

As Azazel makes them wear a lot of them on his hands.

And now, seeing that it was all that gives them life,

He felt a surge of fear,

even his pride cannot deny.

(If it breaks, the black energy in my body will leave like smoke.

I need not to lose my cool.)

His blue eyes scanned the area for any possible escape routes,

In case the cards he pulled were about to lose.

He still feel a bit weird seeing Azazel turn into a puppet,

And though he hated the man for being selfish, he knew he didn't deserve it.

Azazel had his issues but as a man who appreciates hardwork,

It was truly cruel that Satan just used him for his cause.

Though, maybe that fate was well-deserved.

After all, he betrayed people,

and didn't care of anyone he hurts.

Eligorr felt torn if he should pity his master.

Or perhaps should he be happy?

After all, it's one less master to serve.

Suddenly, Eligorr's eyes switched back to Lluming,

Who still, after all the hits he took, persisted to standing.

"I...I won't let you wear my brother's face and do cruel things.

I'll never let you live."

Eligorr felt like laughing at what he heard,

"Can't you just admit defeat? I'm getting pretty bored."

While Eligorr discovered that he doesn't really care who leads over him,

He realized that if it's the archangel in front he's talking about,

then his patience is woring thin.

It had been hours and the angel still haven't thought of quitting after all this time.

He was already beaten to a pulp,

wings too broken to even flap.

And yet his eyes still look at him with the same wrath and intensity,

Still hoping that Eligorr would die the most cruel death anyone could have seen.

"You can't hate me forever.

It's not like I chose to be born in your brother's body.

And since I'm doing you a favor of taking care of it,

Why don't you just let me win?

I mean...look at you,

You already look like you can't take another hit."

But Lluming did not falter one bit.

"You know, I'm being a bit considerate.

Since I lost my partners, I'm thinking I could take you under my wing.

You're strong, and have potential to be stronger.

So why don't you take my mercy and give up on your endevour?

It's silly anyways.

Whatever you do,

You'll never be thanked by the dead."

"I won't give up."

And Lluming came charging in for a punch.

But Eligorr only summoned his clone to counter attack.

He sighed as he watched.

Somehow, despite the lack of challenge,

Eligorr was annoyed as hell.

He wanted to move on from fighting the hopeless angel,

But Lluming won't let him go just yet.

He felt sorry for Lluming at some extent,

But he won't give up his body just so he'd be content.

Pitiful, in his mind is what he said.

For Lluming's character throughout the fight,

had earned his respect.

That was why he felt too bad killing him off just like that,

Since his determination and loyalty was unmatched.

It would be a loss to simply kill off such a great warrior,

Someone he knew, could be of good use.

"Last chance, blondie.

If you want to feel deja vu fighting along side your brother,

Then I recommend you give up,

and become my soldier."

"I won't."

He quickly replied,

Expression still failing to soften,

Even if he's barely opening his eyes.

Ah, Eligorr felt like he was just wasting his time.

Maybe it's not too bad if he just lets him die.

He was the most stubborn foe he had ever fought,

Someone that both impresses him,

and piss him the most.

He don't really know how to put his feelings into words.

He was a bit stupid, or was it admirable too?

This angel, who could barely even talk,

Had the audacity to lift his sword.

As if it would make any difference at all.

"Tsk. Then just die like your weak-hearted brother!

Maybe that path is easier to follow!"

It was obvious from the way his blue eyes widened,

That Lluming's heart shattered at the sentence.

His grip suddenly became more tensed,

And as the words echoed to his head,

Quickly thought to forget everything else.

He needs to put everything aside for this fight.

His sadness, misery, morality that keeps holding him back.

Even his promise to Eleazar,

That no matter what,

He'd walk to the brightest path.

"I'm sorry brother.

I couldn't help but feel this hatred.

It's too blinding to ignore,

I tried to leave,

But I can no longer open the door.

And although you had hoped me better things,

The path of revenge is all I could soar."

With that, his eyes suddenly closed.

And after a moment, opened it to reveal-

That his once blue eyes is now turned red,

Having his very heart, finally corrupted.

It seemed that his hope had been accomplished,

For a moment, all his kindness went away.

His wings once white befitting of a holy angel,

Was now black to paint.

And in a whim, the skies became wild and violent,

Calling and seeking the attention of the angel.

It sounded as if a warning,

That if he gets too deep into revenge,

he may never resurface again.

Despite Lluming's new transformation however,

His opponent still thinks it was all just the looks.

An attempt to make him feel as though,

He had a chance to win at all.

"Oh, did I touched a nerve?"

Eligorr teasingly asked, stance still bored.

Lluming gritted his teeth at the response,

But Eligorr remained to lack surprise.

Despite the two's reaction however,

The thunder still trumpet from the skies.