Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 287 - 286: Origin
Shiiiizzzz…
Like boiling lava, space trembled as Void's form reappeared completely — his expression frozen in shock.
The Death Angel wasn't just leagues above him; he was superior in every conceivable way.
"How…?" Void gasped, body trembling as the Death Angel laughed.
"Death," the Angel uttered.
And Void exploded
, erased in an instant.
When he reformed, Void immediately distanced himself, eyes wary, heart pounding.
"Did I just die on his command… or did he actually attack me?" he muttered, mind racing.
"You don't understand?" the Death Angel's voice drifted like a whisper across eternity.
"It doesn't matter where you run or what you do — I command, and you obey.
Death."
Void was vaporized again.
He reformed only for that same cold voice to echo once more.
"Death."
"Death."
"Death…"
Each word crushed his existence, killing him over and over until finally, his patience — and sanity — snapped.
"WHO AM I TO OBEY YOU?!" Void's roar shook existence.
"DEATH? I CAN CONTROL YOU TOO!"
His voice was no longer human — a growl from something ancient and beyond emotion.
"Death."
BOOM!
Void's body disintegrated again.
"No matter what you do, no matter how angry you get… you will never survive," the Death Angel mocked.
"Death."
BOOM!
"How can you hope to defeat something you can't comprehend?"
"Death."
"How can you fight a power beyond your existence?"
"Death."
"So many potential monsters… so few reach their peak."
"Death."
"You're just another corpse in history."
"Death."
"Another fallen genius."
"Death."
"Oh? You want to be the strongest in existence ? Be stronger than everyone?"
"Death."
"You are nothing."
"Death."
"There are beings stronger than you — powers beyond your understanding!
You're nothing but a demon."
"Death…"
BOOM!
Void's body reformed once again — but this time, his gaze was different.
Cold. Distant. Indifferent.
"You're wrong about something," he said, eyes unwavering.
"I have no desire to be the strongest in existence…
Why should I settle for less?"
"I want to be stronger than existence itself!"
His voice thundered across creation — his aura erupted violently.
BOOOOOOM!!!
A breakthrough — Quasi Rank 4.
The atmosphere warped. His scales shimmered in crimson blood; the white infinity sigil on his chest blazed with divine malice.
His dark wings unfolded as a black sun rose behind him, burning reality itself.
"Who are you," Void asked calmly, "to decide my death and existence?"
The Death Angel smiled faintly.
"Death."
"Burn," Void growled — his voice cracked reality itself.
Between them, the Fifth Layer of Space collapsed.
Far away, countless Rank 3 demons and angels froze, gazing toward the distant chaos.
"What is that…?"
"What terrifying power… what law is that?"
Even from afar, they felt like dust before an infinite storm.
The Fifth Layer twisted, existence itself trembling as visions bled through the void.
(System Notification: Congratulations, Host has advanced Fire Law to Origin Level.)
Void ignored it.
"You are relics of the past.
Never underestimate the present
for we are the future.
My name .. Void will echo across every planet, every universe, every realm.
Across all existence, whether fictional or real.
I am the Absolute.
The King of All Demons.
The God of Destruction.
The Wielder of the Key to Eternity and Beyond.
The One True Being!"
His aura erupted again, shaking entire layers of reality.
"He… did it," the Death Angel whispered, shocked.
Then he laughed.
"Ahahaha! Another powerhouse is rising to shake the field!"
Void's eyes blazed like burning suns as the dark star behind him devoured light itself.
"Young one," the Death Angel said softly, smiling,
"make this battle legendary for me. I wish to die in a beautiful firework."
That smile ,Void recognized it. The expression of an ancient being trapped too long at the same realm, yearning for one final glorious fight. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Mist enveloped the Death Angel as his eyes turned pitch black.
Void clenched his fist, gathering the Origin of Fire.
Everything around him felt so small — he was beyond it all now.
BOOM.
The two opposites vanished, their speed surpassing all limits of creation.
Fiiiit—DOOM!
Their swords clashed like colliding realities. Neither could move the other. The resulting explosion cracked the Fifth Layer of Space itself, exposing tendrils of nothingness.
Every Rank 3 being nearby retreated in fear — yet awe followed.
For the demons, there was excitement. A new sovereign was rising.
For the angels, there was dread. Another enemy had awakened.
Void and the Death Angel's battle transcended destruction — their blows contained traces of Origin, vaporizing matter from reality itself. Their strength ascended into the outerverse.
"Those two…" a Rank 3 demon muttered in disbelief.
"The angel race… isn't weak," another added.
All knew it now — these two beings were not just fighting.
They were rewriting the meaning of power itself.
*****
Far away in another abyss
Abyssal of Sin.
A huge number of demons had gathered. They were the commonly known demons: terrifying and strong. Their expressions were thirsty as they all looked to the front where their leaders stood.
Seven of them, each at Rank 6.
The Seven Princes of Sin — beings born from the first corruption of existence, long before creation had form. Their essences transcend flesh, yet when they manifest even gods tremble.
Lucifer, radiant and terrible, wears beauty like a curse. His form is that of a fallen seraph — six wings of fractured light, feathers burning to ash at their tips. His eyes hold galaxies drowning in arrogance; his skin is carved from divine marble tainted with sin's shimmer. Wherever he walks, light bends in worship and in agony.
Mammon contrasts him — a titan of molten gold and black iron. His body is a cathedral of greed, veins flowing with liquid wealth; with every breath he births coins and chains. His eyes, twin suns of avarice, reflect all desires ever born, consuming everything that glitters.
Asmodeus, ever shifting, wears flesh like silk. His form is both man and woman — divine beauty wrapped in crimson flame, adorned in ribbons of living lust. Those who gaze upon him see their deepest desires and are devoured by them.
Leviathan emerges from the void ocean — a colossal serpent whose scales shimmer with envy's poison. Its eyes are whirlpools of despair, swallowing even light. When it speaks, tides of jealousy rise across existence.
Beelzebub, the gluttonous swarm, has no single form — he is a living plague, a billion mouths whispering hunger in the dark. His body drips decay and honey, a paradox of rot and temptation.
Satan, wrath itself, burns brighter than suns. A horned infernal warlord clad in flames of annihilation, every breath he exhales becomes a storm of destruction. His heart beats like thunder; his fury is timeless and pure.
Belphegor, last of them, appears as a withered god resting upon a throne of broken dreams. His form constantly decays and rebuilds — half corpse, half idea — eyes half-open, seeing both eternity and nothingness. His presence seeps lethargy; even reality slows around him.
Together, they form the Covenant of Sin: seven eternal forces whose existence predates even the Abyss itself. Their gathering heralds the fall of civilizations, for wherever they converge the fabric of morality and balance decays. They are not mere demons — they are truths given shape.
"Now we rise and battle. The angels have declared war on the primordial demons. It's time for us to strike from the rear. Once and for all: destroy Heaven, destroy the angel race, and destroy the primordial demons afterward," Satan — the original Sin of Wrath — declared, his war cry (more of a growl) answering with a roar from the demon army.
Reality shook as demons ranging from Rank 0 to Rank 5 released their auras.
"Open the portal," Beelzebub said, licking his lips.
The Seven Sins all looked on. On the other side lay a divine kingdom — and their target.
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