Chapter 8 - The Entity Within

Note: Dialogues are now in quotation marks Example: "He is dying" and effects or actions in asterisk *Thud*.

[POV] - Point of view

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The mist was dense and cold; wisps of it grazed along Lucifer’s ankles, rippling and then catapulting into the air briefly with each of his steps before gliding back down, the mist whole again. It was like stepping into the shallow part of a swimming pool; stepping onto one of its staircases that stopped at the bottom of the shallow part of the pool.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes; scanning the darkness for any signs of life, he could not see any traces of movement or anything to indicate life – only more jet-black with faint outlines of slumped and sprawled corpses of men, women and children. It was difficult to breathe down here for any mortal being in this dark and strangely peaceful place, but Lucifer slowed his breath so he could hear more crisply. Again, there were not any traces of life – only his slowed breaths and the ghostly whispers of wind that did not hesitate his steps from pressing on towards his goal. There was nothing else to smell here, nothing but the rancid smell of decaying corpses that would sting his nose if he had taken a sharp breath.

Still unable to adjust to the darkness properly, he walked in a straight line, as if there may be ravines on either side of Lucifer, as if he was walking on a tightrope, and one false step would mean his death. His foot bumped first into the wall before his body, catching him off-guard. He turned and headed off into a different direction, to his left, and once more bumped into another wall. He had felt the effects of the miasma, causing his breath to shallow and it slowly ate away at his health, like corrosive acid on any surface, but thankfully slower. Perhaps “thankfully” was not the greatest choice of words.

Lucifer’s hand then glowed and burst into flames, and commanded it to envelop his body, forming an armor without burning the contents within, exclusively burning anything from the outside. The flaming Lucifer illuminated the place he was standing in, and he was akin to a sole candlelight in a dark, abandoned hallway: the ceiling appeared to be astonishingly high, because it cannot be seen. Instead, dust particles danced and looped and whooshed about overhead. Below, the walls were tall and of cracked, decaying concrete that were stained with fading blood and cobwebs that hung here and there in certain spots like hair growing on certain parts of the body you would not want.

The floor was smooth, but there were corpses on either side of the walls, some of them staring into space, and there were puddles of black murky liquid every few steps. The walls on either side of him stretched forward before taking a sharp left. Lucifer set off to that path, the walls again stretching forward but both of them split into opposite directions, and there was another cracked, decaying wall in the far side forward, facing him. Two cracks on the wall’s upper side sloped towards each other, and a lengthier crack below them, its ends curving upwards, resembling a smile that taunted him to proceed on forward.

It then came to Lucifer’s attention that the dungeon floor he was standing in was a maze. And quite the maze it was – any mortal being would grow mad and die among these walls. But Lucifer would not grow mad and give in to mere inferiority, as he was born with extreme contentedness and patience at will, and it was an apparent packaged deal when he was reborn with it once more.

Time passed, and Lucifer thought of his reincarnated life: that gargantuan home, what his parents did for a living, all those books he had read, the taste of that woman’s heart. He did not know what to make of it. He was unsure.

Through countless left turns and rights, Lucifer then faced a dead-end. He approached it, and grazed his hands along the rough surface when cold, long, bony fingers clutched the back of Lucifer’s burning armored neck, but he pulled and snapped his head away immediately before the fingers could fully grasp it and choke him to his death. If there would a day where Lucifer’s weirdly long life would come to an end, a stranglehold will not be the end of it. It was practically an insult. There is no honor in choking. Turning back, he faced a skull peering at him with its ghoulishly empty eyes, filled to the rims with pitch-blackness.

The skeletal being lunged at Lucifer just as soon as he glanced a look at its no-face; its long gaunt fingers clutching at his neck, and the fire extinguished, them blanketed into struggling, grunting darkness when they grasped hold of his neck. The cold pulsated, spreading out throughout Lucifer’s helpless body, shocking him as the skeletal being growl at him.

As soon as the brief shock passed by, Lucifer remained patient and content once more despite the shortness of his breath and the tensing drumrolls of his beating heart that would stop otherwise; his hand sparking and forming a fireball that slammed into the skeletal being’s torso, sending it flying back a few meters away, giving Lucifer the chance to run.

He ran because the burning was short lived and the flames did not work on it – it faded away before the thing hit the ground and it will no doubt get up and come after him - and he now felt nauseous due to last few sharp intakes of breath. The miasma was starting to cause some serious damage now, like a fungus spreading frantically within him.

What felt like hours passed by, chockfull of running and panting and turning and slamming into walls without grunts, Lucifer finally slowed down, leaning against a wall, his head throbbing and his heart ferociously threatening to burst out of his chest, and started pondering when he had heard the skeletal being’s steps no more. Either it got lost or it was teasing him and it would pop up to properly, finally kill him soon.

“Would the cold kill the dreaded creature,” he muttered under his breath. “Would I have to fight it fire with fire?”

Lucifer pushed away from the wall and stood straight. He looked at his hands. The darkness may be pitch-black, but he could see the outlines of his hands, and saw that it began to spread in light specks of blue on both palms.

*Ding*

Skill: Elemental Annex created

*Ding*

Skill Name:Skill Rank:Skill Level:Skill Experience:Elemental AnnexBeginner433.50%Effects:

Able to alter element of skills and weapons

Able to enchant weapons and items

[ 700 MP/s]

At that moment, a bony hand impaled at his chest, the feeling spread as the hand dug through his sinew, reaching for his heart.

“This piece of shit” lucifer muttered harshly under his breath

Summoning his blaze sword he slashed diagonally at the undead figure while its hand buried within his chest. At the moment, when his sword was going to meet with the undead figures, shoulder bone, its hand moved in a flash and gripped onto the edge of his sword. The flames didn`t seem to damage its hand, it had impeded his attack.

He stepped back away from the undead figure, distancing himself away from the undead. Blood was dripping out of his chest.

Ten more undead figures appeared, from the thick miasma behind the undead. Rejoining its comrades, the undead figures slowly proceeded towards him.

With no other option, he produced pillars of fire underneath them, their bodies flung up into the air like rag dolls, landing with a heavy crash. All their bones splintered and scattered across the dungeon floor. Lucifer thought he had destroyed them for good.

As he turned his back away from them, a scraping of bones across the dungeon floor met his ears.

*creak* *creak*

The clatter of bones rang out behind him, quickly turning Lucifer observed the spectacle before him, the scattered bones moved towards the immobilized undead figures, like magnets

Immediately analyzing the situation, he swiftly dashed away from them.

He finally came to a dead end, blocked by a black murky wall, the undead figures stood behind him. He slowly turned around confronting them. Their hollow bodies couldn`t sense his overwhelming presence and their soulless vessels, void of flesh made them almost impossible to kill without holy magic. They sluggishly moved towards him.

“Fuck” he cussed. For the second time in his life he had felt powerless, the first time being his confrontation with the Arch-Angel Michael.

Something tugged at his mind at that moment, disconnecting him from reality, wrenched Lucifer into his own mind. His mind was an oblivious void, completely surrounded by white in all directions. He noticed a blood red door before him, it smelled of death.

Sigils were placed all over the door. Lucifer headed towards the door, clasping his hand over the door handle, he jerked it open. This whiff of blood instantly washed over him, inside sat a lone figure on a mountain of mutilated corpses, it held a dreadful smile filled with madness, it black eyes, beautifully malevolent stared at him.

“Why did you drag me in here?”

“How pitiful have you become to get thwarted by this undead trashes, Lucifer” it sneered at him with a grin

“What are you?” Lucifer said irritated

“I am Tetra; my presence was stored in the artifact before seeping into you. Now you and I are two halves of a soul”.

Then the imposing figure stepped of its throne of corpses , Its each step sent shudders throughout him, nearing its lips to his ears it whispered;

“I will show you what true power is Lucifer”

All of a sudden, his consciousness seemed to drift away, he lost sensation of his body; he could no longer control his limbs at all. Tetra left the corpse littered room, while, he was trapped inside of it.

A window appeared in front of him, it displayed everything which was happening in reality as Tetra took control of his body.

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POV: Tetra

Tetra now in control moved his limbs, testing them.

“Now to take care of the undead trash before me” he spoke with delight. He was enjoying his temporary freedom. He had only a few minutes before he lost control of this body.

Taking a step, the whole dungeon started to rumble at just his pressure, debris falling all around. Space was distorting, slowly breaking.

Back at the mansion, Aunt Hilda first felt the birth of a terrible existence, she felt her hands quiver. All throughout her life, she had never felt such a horrifying presence. All over the human continent, the God class warriors felt the malevolence.

The Emperion Dragon, the strongest dragon on the planet who could rival hundreds of god class warriors, felt anxiety and fear for the first time in its 100,000 years of living. It had felt a creature of such a degree of murderous intent. Soon after, the strongest of their race, vampires, were-beasts, elves and other races, sensed it. All the continents were in an uproar.

However, none of them could pinpoint the exact location of the entity.

Back at the dungeon;

Skill: Void Destruction activated

“Hahahahahahah” he gave off a blood curling laugh, which echoed throughout the floor. At the gesture of his fingers, towards the undead figure, they turned into ashes at the spot. The ground started to rapture beneath him, the dark murky walls, toppling over like dominoes.

“Devils tears” Tetra uttered

Flaming meteorites appeared in the night sky above the dungeon.

“Let the destruction begin” Tetra said, spreading his arms wide

The meteorites zoomed towards the dungeon like a torrent of rain, smashing into it.

The entire dungeon was annihilated, not a trace was left behind, only huge craters. Among the cloud of dust, Tetra hovered in mid-air overlooking the devastation he had caused. He enjoyed this sight. But now, he had to return the body.

He muttered his last words, “Lucifer, you have become weak, is being human wavering your heart. If at a moment, you show a sign of weakness, I will permanently take this body for my own”

Lucifer got back control over his body, before fatigue washed over him, his eyes shut close. What he didn`t notice, was he was in mid-air, his body fell from it position, racing towards the ground below him. He smashed into the dry, muddy ground.

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