06 - A King's Oncoming Descent

Chapter 06 - A King's Oncoming Descent

Written By Dr Armstrong

~[Amon]~

"Huh!?" Blood splashed against the floor as the Demon's torn guts fell upon the little Angel, its body severed from the waist up.

—Thud~!*

The Demon's upper body fell to the side with an audible thud as a dazzling, golf-ball size ethereal wisp floated out of the Demon's corpse, attracting the other Hellspawns who all snapped their attention toward their deceased comrade.

It was a Soul, the Demon's Soul.

Before any other Demons could reach the Soul's position, it was quickly enveloped inside a metallic hand's grasp.

"Repent." A voice akin to a thousand thunderbolts announced as the hand's fingers stabbed into the Demon Soul as if it was a squad of tiny blades, injecting the Evil Soul with a radiant golden aura, pure Holy Light.

The Demon Soul welled up with Holy Light before as the surroundings Demons sprinted in the Soul's direction, eager for the taste of their comrade.

Amon looked up at the one holding the Demon Soul, it was a Brother, another Angel...a Principality!

Though Amon could instinctively tell that this new Brother was not of pure birth—An Artificial Angel granted with the power of Principalities...

The Principality had the visage of a medieval Knight clad in pure silver with a pair of ginormous avian wings protruding from his back.

The armour was...no, it wasn't armour—More like the Angel's own body, a type of metallic exoskeleton that made him look like a Knight.

While he held the Soul in his left hand, a Longsword decorated with angelic feathers was held in the other.

"Graaah!!!" The Demons let out blood-curdling screeches as they sprinted toward the Principality's direction.

He stood there completely unfazed by the feral tide heading his way, continuing to 'Repent' the Demon Soul in his hand.

As the dozen or so Demons came near, the Principality finally acted as he opened his right palm, the Demon Soul now glowing a menacing white colour.

Smelling the fragrant aroma of a Peak Low-Rank Demon's Soul, most of the tide took their chance as they pounced on the Principality with greed in their fiendish eyes.

Although some of the more experienced Demons held back, wary of the Principality's next action.

"Repent." The Principality stated once more before hurling the glowing Soul into the tide's direction.

—BAAAM~!*

A loud boom announced the demise of those fools, who all ran straight to their deaths without much thought.

An explosion of flesh and guts stained the surroundings with gore as steam was kicked up in response to the large explosion.

"Come with me, Child." The Principality finally gave the little Angel some attention as he reached out with his free hand and offered asylum.

"T-Thank you..." Amon waddled closely with his tendrils as flying wasn't possible with one wing.

The Principality quickly hoisted up the younger Angel upon his shoulder before glancing at the surroundings, trying to spot if there had been any other hatchlings alongside Amon.

When it came to the Angel race, the Eggs were not as nearly as important as the Infants. They could just make more Eggs, but rarely do those Eggs even manage to hatch before time runs out.

There were two other Infants but unfortunately, they had already been turned into Demon food...

"Grr..." The pair of Angels looked back toward the explosion's splash zone. The Demons who had remained back now stood upfront, feasting upon the Souls of their more foolish brethren.

The Principality held his blade close to his body in a defensive position as his dove-like wings unfurled into the sky.

"ROAAAR!!!" The Demons now seeing the clear lack of any AOE moves in the Angel's position leapt with great ferocity as they hurled themselves to the Principality.

"Hold tightly!" The Principality shouted to the younger Angel before the beating of his wings resounded in the surroundings, the Angel lifting himself into the air.

"Of course!" Amon shouted back as his bloodied tendrils held the older Angel's shoulder tightly.

—WOOOSH~!*

The Principality zoomed across the air with Amon atop his metallic back, exiting the Monastery via the hole in the roof as the few winged Demons followed suit in his aerial trail.

As the pair left the Monastery, the bright white sky of Heaven was revealed as Amon widened his many eyes at the sight.

There were no stars to speak of, yet light illuminated the entire realm without pause. The clouds and the floor were one of the same as Sky Islands soared above the Astral Seas of Heaven.

This...this was Heaven, the Realm of God!

And currently...it was being ravaged by the malignant forces of the Abyss. The sky itself bled tears of crimson as a pair of ethereal eyes the size of Godzillas looked down upon the celestial realm...

Wait...those eyes...Demon King!?

Amon held his breath as instinctual terror overwhelmed his senses. Deep down...he knew he was done for if that thing decided to directly intervene on the battlefield.

"Who...What is that...?" He whispered quietly to the Principality who in turn was also swept up by fear, although he was noticeably less panicked than Amon as he was already aware of the Demon King's oncoming descent.

"I...do not know...but we can't fight it, Child...Father Azrael's orders..." The Principality answered as he believed that Amon wanted to foolishly face the Demon King head-on, which was a common desire in True-born youth.

"I wasn't going to...wait, Azrael—" Amon was shortly interrupted as the screeches of the winged Demons neared...

Fortunately, they all had simple animalistic wings like that of birds and bees and not real Devil Wings which would have been the abrupt end of the novel if they did.

"We need to leave, NOW!" The Principality stated the obvious as Holy Light enveloped his wings with a bright gleam.

—BAAAM~!*

A gust of wind roared against the surroundings as Amon held the Principality tightly, screaming his throat out as the older Angel suddenly flew at Mach 2 speeds.

The Demons rushed in with frighteningly similar speeds as Amon looked back at the flying horde.

He then looked up at the bright starless sky and had an even brighter idea...

「Create [Skill - Flare] with 4 Karma Points?」

"Hold on...!" Amon whispered to the older Angel, which confused the Principality as Amon was the one who was supposed to do so.

"!?" But that confusion was quickly swept away by shock as he sensed an intense heat congregating in the younger Angel's maw.

"KAME-HAME...HA!!!" An utterly ginormous beam of pure heat shot out from Amon's jaws as the surroundings turned bright.

The Principality's speed practically doubled as the beam propelled him forward with great intensity, roasting every Low-rank Demon that had been hasty enough to come in its path.

Of course, it didn't really hit much as Amon wasn't some kind of Sniper in his first life, but it still hit some...which was enough to momentarily distract the flying Demons as they all scattered away from the beam.

「You have slain a Low-ranking Demon of the Abyss.」

「You have slain a Bottom Low-ranking Demon of the Abyss.」

「You have slain a Low-ranking Demon of the Abyss.」

「+16 Karma Points.」

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"I wasn't expecting the new Final Fantasy to be so fire, but it blew my balls off...so here's Flare as a tribute to that franchise." -Remark

Power Stones, you already know.