Chapter 4: The Reaper of The Underworld

'It's been a week since the incident, at least I think. Time feels different here. I wonder if I should ask Lucif about it'

•••

'Never mind'

….

"Abra"

"Hi Lucif"

"Well, I think it's about the time to start your training again"

"Are you sure? Is that safe"

"Could, or could not be, but whatever the case, you need to get stronger"

"Alright! So what am I doing today"

"You'll be fighting Aciel"

"Alright!…wait what"

"Hello my Lord"

"Perfect timing Aciel, today you'll be fighting Abra"

"Lord, if I may speak to you in private"

"Are you being serious"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be"

"He'll die if I go all out"

"Then he wasn't meant to live"

"Alright fine by me.."

•••

"Alright, for this fight, it'll be in this dimension. This is the dimension in between the concept of dimensions. In other words, this place is what is keeping you two from destroying The Underworld. Understood"

"Yes!"

"I understand my Lord"

"Alright, begin"

Abra took the first stride to attack, moving at incredible speeds, to deliver a right hand on Aciel, however

"Wait where did he"

"Behind you" as Aciel kicks Abra. "Pretty slow I must admit, Lord speaks too highly of you"

"Its not like I asked for him to think anything of me, I didn't even ask to be here. But because I am here, I'll do whatever to not disappoint"

Abra says this with such fierce, letting out an intense aura. This aura even gave Aciel chills

"Such power..!"

Abra does the same, and rushes Aciel, traveling at a speed that was instantaneous

"But once again..too slow" Aciel still manages to go even faster than what Abra could manage

"I didn't ask for this, I don't want to be here..I hate everything here, I hate life, I hate you, and I hate Lucif -"

Hearing these words struck Aciels instincts

"Don't say such words towards my Lord"

[mortem]

These words are from a certain kind of magic, Death Magic. This is a type of magic, specifically designed for Aciel. The spell embodies the concept of Death, or rather, it can kill someone, no matter how powerful. Even capable of killing Lucif, a being who Death doesn't even apply to.

'You really struggle without me don't you'

'Shut up'

'Someone's angry for no reason'

'Why am I even here, last I remember I was fighting Aciel'

'Ah yes that, well ya see, he killed you'

'I'm dead..? This must be my hell'

'You aren't dead'

'Then how did he kill me'

'Well granted he did kill you, yet you aren't dead'

'Huh'

'To put it simply, Death doesn't work on us. His magic lets him kill even those Death doesn't apply to, however it doesn't work on us'

'Now I'm just lost'

'Don't worry about it, anyway the reason you're here, is because you're too weak, and need some of my power'

'Why would I want that'

'Come on, you know why, you want to beat Aciel. In fact, you want to kill him'

'No I don -'

'Sure whatever, take some power and go, I don't have time for this'

•••

Aciel had turned around putting his back to the one he had thought he killed, only to feel a breath near his ear

"Too weak"

"How are you.."

In that moment, Abra had killed Aciel