"I guess it's about time I put everybody in their place again-"
My pen dropped from my hand as the space around me quivered. I felt an unknown power erupt from the dry section of my capital, making me think a god had descended upon my land. And as I was already agitated, I couldn't help but angrily summon my longsword and teleport right in the direction of the burst of power.
VWOOM
I appeared instantly in front of the source of power. The vampire duchess was on the floor, completely passed out, a broken demon god watching with awe, and a singular boy who was the source of that power only expanded upon feeling the hands of a few gods curse this spear of his.
"[Throne World: Wormhole]."
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(Orion POV)
"[Throne World: Wormhole]."
All of a sudden, I felt my entire body get distorted. My lungs felt as if they had collapsed in on themselves and my heart felt as if it had stopped. The silhouette of a man with fish fins for ears and long blue hair warped just as this feeling rubbed my entire body.
My vision warped and twisted until a new image formed around me, easing its way into my eyes as I took a look around. My head was pounding and a horrible pain throbbed behind my eyes as I scoured the desolate wasteland of fire around me. Scorched dirt and rock was the terrain beneath my feet. A wall of fire stretched thousands of miles around a rocky and isolated plane of absolute nothingness.
"So, you're the kid whose been causing a fuss in hell…" A familiar voice slipped into my ears right beside me. I took a look around and found the demon god squaring up against the man twice his size.
Leviathan. That man was definitely Leviathan. From his twelve foot stature of pure four-hundred pounds of lean muscle, there was no doubt that was him. His aura and defining fish like features were the main give away as his cheeks opened and closed with light blue gills, fading out into his pale white skin. Scales crawled up his neck and cheeks while his piercing ocean-blue pupils were shaped like that of radiant tridents pulled from the depths of the sea.
"And it seems you're the woman who infiltrated my empire… sly plan of yours using the slave network, but I don't think you realize that Beezlebub is so rash. He didn't even converse with me about chopping off your horns… pitiful demon. So, so pitiful."
His pink coral-like horns extended so far into the air that each one which zigged and zagged in different directions was as large as the man himself. They glowed a radiant red light, seemingly trying to overpower the demon god was unphased by his puny display of strength and authority.
"You run your empire like you're a bunch of beasts. You take in other kingdoms and tribes without even considering the political backstabbing that could possibly happen… you don't really think all of this expansion is a good thing, do you?" The demon god smirked back, her slowly regrowing horns exploding with a miasmic fire. They tripled the size of her body and intimidated the man into taking a few steps back.
"Tch… so who's the asshole? That spear of yours is causing a lot of ruckus in my kingdom… I doubt the other demon lords will ignore it."
"Take a look at his status if you're that desperate…"
Leviathan rolled his eyes before walking over to my spear dug into the solid scorched rock below. It quivered with a light golden glow and shady black mist that encapsulated pretty much all of the blade.
"This is why nobody fucking likes you…"
"And this is why your wife left you… dick head."
The powerful beings funnily bantered back and forth like children who had just learned their first curse words. Yet, their tactics of sheer and utter aural power overwhelming me down to the tips of my fingers. I had powered up greatly, yet compared to these two beings of mass destruction, I might as well have went from a fruit fly to a regular old house fly.
Leviathan went to grab the handle of my spear, but all of a sudden, the eye which had closed for but a moment, snapped back open and flung right into the center of my palm. My new strength and defense easily absorbed the impact, only sending my arm flying backwards while I stood still, unphased by the weapons speed and tenacity.
"Oh… wait… those marks on your face. I didn't see them until now because you look so forgettable but…" The demon lord's almost beautiful complexion and cold expression distorted into something of pure sadistic evil. "... you're a god, aren't you? Well, no that isn't correct. You have god marks yet you don't show the power of a god… sure, you may have been able to overpower one of my duchess', but I am leagues above that thing. Even my quincies… are nothing before my absolute power."
"You know, I don't really like narcissists who only suck their dick when they talk," I responded with a cold expression, causing the demon lord to snicker in place. He had this childish quality to him, but at the same time, the aura he emitted told a way different story.
"Well, isn't that the best part of narcissists?"
"Uh huh… whatever. Anyways, where'd you take us and why have you brought us here?"
"Because I knew we'd be discussing things like this. I wanted to take us to somewhere more private, where even the other demon lords have been traumatized by and where your friendly demon god here has set up her very own empire…"
"You talk a lot for somebody who conquers more than politically settling a dispute… you're much more different than what I imagined."
"Hmmmm… and a Chaos Incarnate is much more different than I imagined as well. I assumed you would be more like… Zeus. Rash, arrogant, and will lash out at any potential enemy, no matter what they say or do… that's what makes your kind interesting…"
"If that's all you want to say, then please take us back…"
"Oh, I don't really like the way you talk… yes… the way you talk displeases me," The demon lord muttered, slowly walking over to me. His aura caused me to freeze immediately while he swirled around me, trailing his hand across my neck and then pressing against the nape.
It was light. Very light. As if he was trying to make a statement that he could kill me whenever he wanted to if I didn't watch my tongue. And as his finger traled down my neck and down my back, I could feel his aura slightly swell, discovering something.
"Hey, did you notice this?" Leviathan supposedly spoke to the demon god. And as his hand reached past me, I felt a moistness envelop the top of my ear. So, quickly I turned around and slapped away the demon lord who smiled at me seductively, wiping the saliva from my ear and wrapping his arm around the demon god's shoulders.
"Mhm… and don't act like we're friendly," She replied, swiping the demon lord's arm off of her and then turning me back around. I felt her long fingernail trail against my neck, lightly pressing into it while her aura trailed down my spine. "Don't be so nervous… we just want to see this rune of yours… in fact, use it on me."
I immediately knew which rune they were talking about and as she seemed serious about it, I quickly activated the skill and used an easy command. It was something that would be light on the throat, especially since this woman was much, much stronger than me.
"[Smile]."
Suddenly, the demon god's lip quivered. The sides slightly raised before falling back down again, causing my eyes to nearly pop out of my head and the god marks stretching down my eyes and down my face to split open, bleeding a bronze color.
"Kekekeke… so it really is him. I haven't seen that old fart in a while…" Leviathan smiled, reaching out his hand towards me, a blue light enveloping his pale skin. He stroked my face lightly, causing the wounds to close almost immediately. "Don't worry, I won't kill you yet. Your race intrigues, but the fact that weapon of yours was cursed by so many gods makes me even more intrigued."
His eyes fell onto my weapon, seemingly embracing it with a tender smile. My spear nearly trembled in my hand at the demon lord's authority, but before it could fall into temptation, I squeezed hard, causing it to come back to its senses.
[Your spear has finished bonding with you]
[Your spear has finished evolving]
[The Sangria-Eyed King's Spear of Carnage has been binded to your soul]
"What a beautiful weapon," The man's smile only continued to widen. "It almost makes me want to… take it from you."
