Mundane Lives: Vulkon

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

[Miasma-Hell]

A soul was falling down the abysmal layers of hell. Bright and burning like a flame, a strong shade of orange with a silhouette magenta. Yelling and roaring in agony due to the vile, treacherous machinations of hell. It disappeared onto the ninth layer, and then it reappeared only to continue falling down the abysmal layers of hell, writhing and roaring in the same agony over and over again.

"Such a pitiful sight of one as great as yourself.", sighed a demon floating in the [Miasma] of hell's sweltering heat, rot and carnage. The soul kept falling writhing in pain and suffering, immense darkness shrouding it. The demon hovered around it, flapping his wings, looking at it.

He was a bulking figure, jet black with a tinge of purple. Huge horns jutting out from the sides of his head. His wings huge and strong. He had dark red eyes, with narrow purplish-black slits. His face marble white, shining in that immense darkness.

He was a newborn, immensely powerful and mysterious. Not even his fellow demons knew about his origins. He was Vulkon-[The Demon of Prejudice].

"It was a long time ago. Well, not that long", continued Vulkon, perching on a pillar of flame. "Just one cycle of [Ragnarok] has passed after your demise."

"Yes, indeed.", another demon rose from the sweltering heat of [Miasma]. This demon looked magnificent. Four horns arching over his head to the back. He wore a priests attire, much like a pastor. His mouth was slit wide till the back of his jaw. Golden eyes with extremely black iris. His hair glistening white. His face pale gray, with a tinge of light.

"One cycle of Ragnarok is not long for us demons, but it is for the sentients.", continued the demon, hovering towards Vulkon. "I am surprised you know about Ragnarok, it hasn't been long since you were manifested."

"Satan.", sighed Vulkon. "What brings you here?".

"Making sure you are comfortable in hell. You are anomaly after all.", Satan grinned. "Will you still not tell me from whom do you originate?".

"Well no, I won't. His life is treacherous as it is, I pity him.", Vulkon replied.

"Hmmm, a demon sympathizing a sentient. Now that's another weird thing about you." mused Satan. "You have not evolved like the others, you are aware, you can keep your desires in check. You even know how to influence Yggdrasil with your nature. The more I look at you, the more curious I get about your sentient. Anyway, it looks like you have adapted well in [Miasma], you will be guarding this place for sometime."

"The angels are getting restless.", said Vulkon, peering over the vast expanse of hell. "More so than before."

"Ahh, yes. It's the ninth cycle Ragnarok, after all. There are chances, that one of the Three Supreme factions of Yggdrasil, may fall. You know which one I am taking about, right?".

Vulkon took a deep breath, and said ,"Yes".

"Don't worry about the angels, with every cycle of Ragnarok, we have been growing stronger.", proclaimed Satan.

"What about [MYRIAD]?", questioned Vulkon.

"Well that realm is strong and impregnable, but Ragnarok is it's biggest bane.", replied Satan. "So they are the least of our worries."

"That's a very vague response.", said Vulkon.

"Well neither of us trust each other yet, isn't that right.", replied Satan, his eyes glowing brighter, and the darkness around them becoming bleaker.

"Not at all, it all ends up on how you treat me.", said Vulkon, warping his surroundings to puplish-red strings.

"...."

Satan turned around and drifted away.

"He is an interesting one, but very dangerous. Seems as if he has not yet abandoned his sentience.", he thought. "Well, For now it's better to just keep him in [Miasma]. The factions will soon be at war, there I will make sure to meet his Sentient. There is a chance that we may gain a fallen among our ranks through this Demon."

Satan plunged into the darkness and disappeared.

Vulkon perched on the flaming pillar, saw Satan plunge into the darkness.

"He has still not given up on probing me.", thought Vulkon. "Satan, The pride of Lucifer, is truly meticulous."

Vulkon snorted, and then went back on observing the nine layers of hell, where the condemned spend rest of their eternity.

[Xyrak: Unless they redeem themselves, of course.]

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Whoosh... Tap.

[Miasma-Hell]

{Few Days Later}

"We have descended to hell.", said a mysterious being. "Remember, you owe me one."

"I am grateful, that you considered my request.", said a middle aged man wearing robes. He had long flowing hair which had been neatly tied back and a beard.

"Why did you come down to hell anyway?", questioned the mysterious being. He had an ethereal physique, which showed stars and galaxies within it, one might even say, he carries a universe within himself. The being had very bright and majestic wings on his back. His silver-white hair flowing in the immense darkness of [Miasma].

He was an angel.

"I have work here. Some things to take care of.", replied the middle aged man.

"Whatever you have to do, better do it quickly before some demon arrives.", said the mysterious angel, while casting an array. "It won't be long before they realize your presence."

"He should be here, right about now.", said the man. Just as he said that, a demon descended from above.

BOOM!!!

With his towering bulking mass, powerful horns and his blood red eyes he loomed over the intruders. He flapped his huge wings, dispelling the dust around him.

"Jesus.", said Vulkon, recognizing the middle aged man.

"Oh great. We already have our cover blown.", said the mysterious angel. "Wait here, I'll get rid of it."

The Angel strode forward, with the aura around him turning dangerously vicious, his body turning dark, the cosmos within him churning and becoming brighter and more vibrant.

"Angel's are surely becoming more and more reckless.", Vulkon smirked, as he started warping his surroundings into purple strings.

"Wait! Throne Ciel.", exclaimed Jesus. "We are not here to start a war."

The Angel halted, looking back at Jesus.

"I am here for the demon.", sighed Jesus.

Vulkon arched his brow, smirking.

"You better have a reason for this.", grimaced The Angel Ciel, his aura becoming more cold and vicious.

"I don't know how, but he has received his calling.", declared Jesus. "He has an invitation to [MYRIAD]."

"What!?!", exclaimed Throne Ciel. Astonished he glared at Vulkon.

"Don't worry Throne Ciel.", said Jesus. "The Deities have approved, and he will be considered as [HELL'S] ambassador to [MYRIAD], just like you are for [HEAVEN]."

"Oh, Demon of Prejudice Vulkon, you have ascended by realizing your origin.", proclaimed Jesus, raising his hands making a grand gesture. "Therefore, you have been invited to [MYRIAD], a realm with many names, where you shall fight alongside sentients, for the grand cause averting Ragnarok for good. Will you or will you not accept your calling?"

"Yes, I shall.", declared Vulkon, with a resolute gaze.

"Very well then.", replied Jesus. "We shall depart before Nephilim Lucifer, discovers our presence."

Jesus tore the invitation apart and the space around them started to warp and distort.

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ZZZWOON...

[Pristine Chapels-MYRIAD]

Two beings warped onto a huge platform within the immense halls of the Chapel. One a man and the other a demon.

There were many souls gathered at the platform, who had warped there at the same time as Vulkon and Jesus. There were several other [Incarnations] dressed in priest robes managing the proceedings. They hovered above as they guided souls through different corridors leading outside the Chapel. There were some [Incarnations] seated before the platform, witnessing the whole ceremony, observing and scouting.

"HaHa!!!", exclaimed Vulkon, laughing. "This world is magnificent and pristine."

Jesus smiled politely, saying, "You have a vivid perspective."

There were a few shocked and anxious glances among the [Incarnations] upon seeing the arrival of Vulkon, a demon.

Two souls caught Vulkon's attention, amidst that staggering crowd of thousand souls. One had a striking black face, laced with bright white fur resembling a wolf, while the other had a striking white mane, a white face and black stripes resembling a white lion. The three looked at each other.

"...."

"...."

"...."

"Well, we are all set.", spoke Jesus, with a bright smile. "Let's brief you up and get you ready for [MYRIAD]. St. John, has agreed to lead us to the [Sanctuary]."

Vulkon nodded, while thinking, "Could it be them, for a moment they resonated with me."

"Before, we leave, Vulkon. I need you to do one last thing.", continued Jesus. "I want you to tell me what name is shown to you."

Several warped letters were floating around Vulkon. These letters swirled around, forming a word.

Vulkon proclaimed-

"[Walpurjis]"

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