Chapter 789: Intervention of the Ancestor
Lord Amethyst raised his gaze toward the suite’s ceiling, peering through layers of space at the divine manifestation hovering over the imperial capital’s skies. His ancient eyes swept over Isabella’s figure, taking in the sacred radiance emanating from her naked body.
"I see... she is a Saint Eye Maiden," murmured Lord Amethyst with an envious click of his tongue. "Tsk, my descendant sure is lucky. I always wanted to fuck one... I wonder if, should I ask politely, he’d lend me his woman for a bit..."
POW!
Before he could even finish the sentence, Crul materialized in her small fairy form and landed a punch straight across the spiritual avatar’s cheek.
"Stop talking nonsense!" barked Crul, her face red with frustration. "I can’t stop them from pinpointing their location if that damned vision remains open toward the higher realms!"
The old ancestor rubbed his cheek with a dramatic wince, but upon sensing the gravity in Crul’s voice, his demeanor instantly turned stern.
"Alright, alright... let’s see," said Lord Amethyst, examining the energy flow. "Concealing this will completely exhaust this drop of spiritual blood I have left here, and even that won’t be enough. How many drops from my reserve remain in the pagoda?"
"Only five are left," answered Crul.
"I will use three, there is no other way," declared Lord Amethyst in a heavy voice. "If I don’t do this, those fanatics will send their people directly to this lower realm for their Saintess. They’d dispatch their entire army and wouldn’t care about slaughtering the entire plane just to find her... those lunatics possess not an ounce of mercy."
Lord Amethyst’s avatar took a single step, traversing the fabric of space to reappear in the skies above the imperial capital, right beside the towering twelve-winged entity. The old man extended his cosmic hand and clenched his fist.
In an instant, the storm ceased. The dense black clouds dissipated like smoke in the wind, and the white lightning vanished all at once, restoring calm to the empire as if nothing had ever happened.
Back in the bedchamber, Crul flew toward Isabella’s face.
"I have no choice... I must seal her power before she awakens again," said Crul, moving her hands at a dizzying speed.
An intricate, glowing runic seal emerged from her fingertips and pressed directly onto Isabella’s closed eyes, dimming the golden glow until the sacred light vanished entirely.
Crul looked up at the ceiling, her face pale and her wings trembling slightly.
"I hope the ancestor manages it...", whispered Crul in a choked voice. "If not... we are completely doomed."
Meanwhile, in the higher realm where the vision originated, Lord Amethyst’s avatar hovered right before the majestic divine entity.
"Who are you?" demanded the twelve-winged angel, its thunderous voice rattling the fabric of space.
"Who I am is not important," replied Lord Amethyst, tucking his hands into his sleeves with absolute arrogance. "I just want to inform you that your Saintess is my descendant’s bitch and he is fucking her hard right now. I don’t want you or any of the fanatical dogs of your race interrupting them, so let me make things clear: if you come near them, I will exterminate you. Understood?"
"You... insolent bastard!" roared the twelve-winged angel, its eyes blazing with divine fury. "How dare you blaspheme the sacred name of the Saintess?! I will destroy you!"
The twelve-winged entity lunged forward at a speed that tore through reality itself. However, Lord Amethyst merely flicked his hand sideways and landed a colossal backhand slap.
BOOM!
The strike echoed through the void, sending the angel crashing onto the cosmic floor and creating a massive crater all around it. The ancestor surveyed the surroundings of that divine realm, analyzing its structure before forming a sinister smirk.
"I see... I am in one of your worlds," said Lord Amethyst, as his figure began to flicker violently. "Well, so you don’t forget my message, I’ll leave one that can never be erased."
The three drops of spiritual blood invoked by the ancestor vanished completely in an instant. A brutal, dark, and chaotic energy began to condense before him, shaking the foundations of that sacred realm. The old man’s silhouette began to dissolve, yet his voice kept echoing with absolute and terrifying authority that made the gods of that world tremble.
"If you come anywhere near my descendant...", declared Lord Amethyst, "I will exterminate your entire race!"
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The explosion erupted without mercy. A torrent of amethyst power consumed everything in its path, and within seconds, that entire divine world was reduced to mere cosmic dust beneath a monstrous detonation.
A short time later, a spatial tear of colossal proportions ripped open in the middle of the desolate void where that divine realm had once stood. From within the rift emerged an imposing figure, crowned with a golden halo of pure light and clad in a brilliant white suit that shone like a star.
The entity gazed upon the floating debris of the destroyed world, clenching his fists with severity.
"What has happened in this place?" his sacred voice echoed through the vast void, causing the cosmic rubble to tremble.
From beneath the shattered rocks, the bloodied figure of the twelve-winged angel crawled out with great difficulty, dragging itself toward the divine light with eyes wide with horror.
"Y-Your Holiness! We were attacked!" gasped the angel, its voice cracking with agony. "The Saintess...! The Saintess has been born! But a terrifying monster... a... a monster..."
"I do not understand you... Tsk, come here, you waste," said the golden-crowned being with absolute coldness.
Without giving him time to react, he reached out and grabbed the angel tightly by the head, sinking his fingers of light into its skull.
"Mercy, Your Holiness! Mercy! I...!" screamed the dying angel before its memories were ripped away without hesitation.
The entity inspected the dying creature’s memory fragments, analyzing the shadow that had reduced the realm to ashes. After a few seconds, he released the angel’s skull, letting its lifeless body drift away into the cosmic void.
"I see...", whispered the golden-crowned being, wiping his hand with a mystical silk handkerchief. "What strange energy... If the Saintess has been born and remains under the protection of such an abomination, this will prove to be extremely problematic. I must inform His Majesty immediately."