God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 913: For the Curtain Call, The End of the World as we Know It (4).

Chapter 913: For the Curtain Call, The End of the World as we Know It (4).

The Sanctuary of Blood was the epicenter of the Blood Moon Goddess’s influence in the world of Urbus.

Forged from a single teardrop, it was imbued with her Divine presence, created to withstand smites from the most powerful of armies and pestilences.

Now, it was currently under siege, its very integrity, our to the test...

Within the Sanctuary of Blood...

On top of a large pagoda that has been contracted right on the edge of the blood red dome, several individuals stood.

The twelve elders of the Blood Moon sect, as they called themselves.

They were the enforcers of the Blood Moon Goddess, created to spread her will across this world and to serve the Blood Matriarch.

Glancing around, Nebula, The Black Steel Viper, made a mental note of all the people gathered here today.

Nockt, the treacherous looking Rat Keeper had left his den to make an appearance.

Baldur, the Stone Ox King stood with a vicious grin on his face, resting an enormous stone axe across his shoulder.

Suzume, the White Fox Princess was elegantly perched, dressed in a beautiful fur coat, a lofty, arrogant expression on her face.

Dravok, the Saint of a Thousand Chains.

Myrhh, the Blooming Hollow.

Senkai, the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

Thorne, the Ink Sorcerer.

Veyra, the Priestess of Battle.

Frejlorr, the Frost-Hand.

Plague, the Withering Pestilence.

And finally, Night, the Daughter of Shadows.

Together, they formed the entire upper echelon of the Blood Moon Sect, the most powerful gathering of humans in the broken city of Zoan, and perhaps on the entire continent.

Nebula’s eyes narrowed.

The Blood Moon Sect had existed before the Devil apocalypse. They had once been a centuries old assassin organization that worked in the underbelly of the city of Zoan.

Now with the destruction of the world’s order, the current Matriarch had seized the chance when she fortunately encountered the remnants of the Blood Moon Goddess that had fallen onto their world.

Without, she had planted the seeds that had now grown to be what it was today.

He had gotten into his current position, only by a stroke of luck.

After the world had come to an end, he had struggled to survive, fighting and running from the Devils pursuing him with the help of the system.

Soon, his luck had run out and he was faced with certain death.

But he was saved...

Saved by the grace of blood.

And then he was chosen to be one of her apostles.

He glanced at the final person standing on top of the pagoda, reverence and something more burning in the depths of his eyes.

The Blood Matriarch was the very essence of beauty.

Her blood red lips were full and tempting.

Her ruby-like eyes could suck a man’s soul right out of his body, and her figure could plunge nations into war.

She was also tall.

And powerful.

Perhaps the most powerful of them all.

"Matriarch, the preparations have been made..." Nockt, the Rest Keeper, said gravely, his eyes glued to the floor, unwilling to even glance up and defile her with his gaze.

Aurora, the Blood Matriarch turned to him.

Then she smiled.

Her smile was calm and measured. But it was also filled with pride and a deep seated arrogance that came from absolute confidence.

"Well done. All of you. With this, we will be able to expel the dark scourge from our world. This land shall finally be graced with her presence."

Nockt shivered but stayed silent.

Myrhh, the Blooming Hollow, a ravishingly beautiful woman with a seductive smile and numerous flower tattoos all over her body suddenly spoke,

"What about the servants of Sand? They still persist even after all our persuasion."

Aurora turned to her,

"It is unfortunate, but we will have to do away with them. The influence of an uncouth and dirty god cannot exist besides the Goddess of the Blood Moon."

She took a step forward.

The rode she wore was as black as night with only a crimson sash holding it at the waist. Her ample proportions teased the eyes, but none dared to gaze at her for too long. No one of them would be that lustful in her presence for she commanded only reverence and fear.

Her long, silver hair flowing in the wind, the Blood Matriarch chuckled darkly as she raised her gave to the sky.

There, the once silver moon was almost done with the final transition.

In the distance, the Devil Spire spewed darkness into the world, trying to keep the Divine Crimson light at bay. However, it was futile.

The Devil’s wielded power, but in the face of true divinity, their power fell short.

She turned her gaze down.

Below, a furious war waged on.

Tens of thousands of Devils and humans clashed furiously, their blood staining the world in hues of black and red, seething it with fury, fear, death and terror.

The earth trembled and writhed like an abomination of living flesh as the bodies that fell were forced to merge into it by the feet that trampled up on them.

It was war.

War of horrific proportions, unlike anything ever seen since that great war a thousand years ago.

The eyes of the Blood Matriarch glowed with terribly concealed excitement.

The rivers of blood that flowed.

The lives being lost.

Everything...

The tenebrous energy of death was being sucked into the blood moon over head, empowering it more and more.

And soon, all that power would belong to her.

Strange runes slowly began to manifest in the surface of her body. She let out a groan of pleasure as she sucked in a deep breath.

Then she turned her eyes towards the Devil Spire.

Standing on an edge of this unholy protrusion from the earth, Abaloth, the Sightless Dark gazed back.

The wrinkly Devil’s eyes were like bottomless pits filled with mire and lamenting souls.

He stared back for some time.

Then he turned around.

There, Obegrin’s knelt, his head bowed low, his rotting steed by his side.

"A challenge... From the Blood Goddess herself, huh." Abaloth muttered in his hoarse voice.

Obegrin’s expression faltered,

"If we do that, this city will be destroyed in the process. None of the humans will survive. This could be terrible for—"

"Obegrin!"

The body of the {Sky Corpse Rider} trembled.

He stayed silent.

"Obegrin, what are we?" Abaloth, the Sightless Dark turned around and stepped towards Obegrin.

The body of the {Void Soul Devil} was like that of a wrinkled old man, although he possessed a rather large frame typical to that of Devils.

"W-We are Devils." Obegrin answered, a slight tremble in his voice.

"Yes. We are Devils. We are creatures of war and of chaos. We breathe and shit destruction and damnation. We are world ruiners.."

He darkness within Abaloth’s eyes swirled and grew even blacker,

"To bring this world to heel, the humans that populate it have to be destroyed. But even more so, the influence of the celestials they worship. Our fight is much greater that this world." Abaloth said as he turned around, releasing Obegrin from the pressure of his gaze.

"The war of the realms has already begun. The sooner we conquer this world, the sooner we can join in it. Our ultimate goal is to take back what is rightfully ours. That is the only true salvation."

"Only by plunging all of reality into the darkness. Into the Abyss!"

Within the Devil Spire, hundreds of {Broodmothers} shrieked as their worm-like forms undulated and writhed, their spawn dropping into fetid Devil Essence rich pools of miasma.

Hundreds of Devils were being birthed by the hour and tremendous amount of Devil Essence was being pumped into the sky, mutating and changing the world.

The City of Zoan would slowly change and become corrupted under its influence, turning into a strange world of chaos and madness, defiled by an evil scourge.

"We are Ruin! We are Chaos! We are Death! The Death of Everything!" Abaloth slowly proclaimed, each word spat out like a curse as he raised his arms towards the sky.

An enormous magic circle. Larger than any that had ever appeared in this world, manifested into the sky, etched upon the very fabrics of reality.

The Devil Essence in the air suddenly became thicker and more viscous.

The Devils down below and in the skies let out roars and shrieks that shook the world.

Down below, an enormous horned Devil laughed madly as his muscles ballooned with every breath of Devil Essence it sucked in.

An unfortunate fighter of the Blood Moon Sect wielding a glaive tried to stab his weapon through the exoskeletal armor of the Devil but was grossly unsuccessful.

The weapon simply bounced off the Devil’s body.

"What?!"

A moment ago, he had been engaged in battle with this Devil. A moment ago, they had been at an impasse and he had even believed he could secure victory so long as he persevered.

That hope was squashed when the Devil, sporting a wicked grin, shot its arm out and grabbed onto his neck with a voice grip.

"Death to humanity!" The Devil growled in a guttural voice as its stinking maw stretched wide open.

Tears of despair streaked down the warrior face as his head was caught within the maw.

The sickening crunches were drowned out by the din of the battle.

Throwing the headless corpse to the side, blood still streaming down its mouth, the Devil threw itself head back let out a madness filled roar into the dark skies.

Abaloth huffed as he took it all in with his dark gaze,

"It ends here."

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