Ragnar and Zaros felt their stomachs turn at the ughter taking ce. Men and women alike were being butchered like cattle while children were taken away and thrown towards the feet of Altair to be transported away. They''d each seen the ughter brought on by the demons of the Nine Hells but could not differentiate between the madness of the demons and Altair.


    "Monster!" Ragnar spat as the men and women of Babels Tower began to fight back but quickly began to understand the horrendous difference between skills. The mortal limit of one swordsmanship had been set at D-Rank. Achieving that rank was usually only obtained by either a genius or those who absorbed a Soul Shard that houses the information of what it had been engraved with.


    Even amongst the denizens of Babels Tower, what Altair had done whilemon was damn near impossible based on the grade of swordsmanship that clearly came into perspective when they saw his shadows grey skin abominations that bore burning yellow eyes wield a level of skill reserved for only unrivaled monsters.


    Vesim was a blood bath, and worse yet, many men and women were not even fighting back. Enthralled by some devilish power neither Ragnar nor Zaros could ce. They could only watch. Watch as many of their rivals were butchered before their very eyes.


    [Divine Fallen, Conquest, smiles in your favor]


    [Divine being ''She Who Hunts'' rejects this mindless ughter]


    [Divine being Piercing Owl shakes her head in disapproval]


    [Divine Sin Archeon approves of your actions.


    [Divine Being She Who Hunts ims that if a devil approves of your actions, that ought to be a red g.]


    Altair stared coldly at the notifications, trying to handle the memories of souls his shadows delivered to him, but he couldn''t be bothered to exin his circumstance to the Gods. He had mated with a Nephilim and was now practically one. Like his mate, he was now cursed, doomed to forever be beneath the boot of the gods.


    ''I won''t justify my actions, but… to survive, I need power… I need lived experiences.'' The Prince thought, a feral smile rising over his lips. He took in the sight of the in bodies turning to ashes with each kill, their souls entering his body.


    "You bloody monster!" Zaros cursed, and something akin to a domain expanded over fifty meters, passing through Altair''s body.


    The Prince frowned, feeling his blood suddenly begin to act up, but before he could do much, Reina patted his shoulder, calming his blood, to Altair''s surprise. In a single instance, he had felt his meridians begin to close themselves to mana.


    "I didn''t know blood could do that?"


    "It''s fucking awesome, right?" said Ren gleefully. "It''s not an Aspect I follow, but… hmmm." she frowned, and suddenly, like Altair, the understanding of Aspect began to unravel through her mind, startling her as sheughed.


    Everything had happened so quickly that she pped herself on the forehead. "I''m so stupid. So that''s what Aspects are for… there like Mortal Paths of Dao."


    "Is that how you see it?" Altair wondered, noticing the slight difference in how he thought they were. He was in slight disagreement with it but had nothing he could actually disagree about. He was still learning about Aspects. And despite already being on the precipice of creating his own, he found Rens ''aspects'' of aspects to be interesting.


    "We ought to discuss this at ater time," Ren informed him, studying Zaros with a curious gleam in her blood-red eyes. ''Fourth Circle with an affinity for blood.'' She judged him to be studying the way in which he moved. Reina reached for ''Ice'' on her back, unveiling her presence that came like a horrid mountain upon Vesim.


    "I''m not impressed,'' Zaros spat, opening his palm, conjuring a blood-red ive. When it appeared, the blood soaking the cobblestone street began to rise into small droplets.


    Zaros Dracul


    Race: Vampire


    Str: 847


    Dex:751


    Con: 713


    Wis: 647


    Chr: 514


    Mana: 321


    Altair monitored his stats, which were more than double their stats, and smiled when he felt Reina''s battle intent spike. The difference in power while high wasn''t overwhelming. Not enough that Reina''s swordsmanship and footwork could not match.


    ''Plus, she has Vale Qi and my Almighty Resistance.'' he thought, shifting his attention to Ragnar.


    "Altair ckwood, this isn''t the time to kill one another," Ragnar shouted.


    "On the contrary,'' said Aurora, gripping the World of Shadows Grimior. "If these spirits need people to revive, isn''t it better we ughter them all?"


    "This is madness! Look at what you''re doing!" Ragnar roared, pointing towards the blood bath.


    Led by Jorm, who had be something of a leader amongst Altair''s shadow, a systematic order of ughter was being waged.


    Altair wasn''t phased. What Aurora said was the reality of their situation. Perhaps if he weren''t a necromancer, he wouldn''t wage a ughter amongst the denizens of Vesim, but he needed bodies desperately.


    ''Beelzebub had called them Soul Kings,'' He thought, uncertain of the terminology, but none of it sounded good.


    "If you must me someone," Altair said calmly, " me the Gods who chose to hunt me down. Or did you think I''d forget such an offense? Every soul devoured, I''ll learn the names of each of everyst one of you." He raised his head with a bloodthirsty smile. " And I swear I''ll damn you to the Nine Hells if it''s thest thing I do."


    "You''re a bloody madman!" said Ragnar, unsheathing the double-edged sword on his hip. The hum of steel rippled through the air, following the intangible might of the Time Lords.


    The painted blood began to dry before it came a festering gue of rot that slowly died until nothing was left.


    "Lyain," said Syris calmly, ncing towards the twelve pirs stretching as high as the wall. "Go destroy those pirs if you can. If not, retreat. I''m sure the other 9th Circles are trying to do the same."


    "But Altair…"


    "Is baiting everyone." Syris hurriedly said. "The weak will flee, but the strong will flock to us," she informed her. "Or did you forget Altair has the only way to actually grant us a peaceful night? I don''t know about you, but I can''t fight for six months straight. His domain will be the only ce we—"


    Feral light pierced the skies in a baptism of radiance, shrowding the night sky in a tremendous might that swallowed Vesim, threatening to bring Syris to her knees. She cursed, looking up towards the great skies of Vesim, and a chill ran down the back of everyone.


    Hundreds of blood-red eyes opened through the night, spirling like a vicious beast as if trying to spot their prey.


    "Shit!" Syris cursed, feeling such a horrifying power bearing its fangs to the Realm. She hurriedly turned to the Devil on her knees.


    "Can''t you do something? Dy or—"


    Thanatos snatched Syris by the shoulder, tossing her body away as Tasha''s palm whipped out with every intention to im her head. A massive gale wind tore through the city like a knife cutting through mountains and ravines.


    "Yes, my Master!" Tasha said, shaking with such dreadyers of sweat slithered down her voluptuous figure.


    ''Why is it all these damns Snows are professionals at pissing people off?'' Thanatos thought, cursing his luck.


    "We need to leave her to Heaven''s Gate," said Zag, feeling Tasha''s aura paint the skies in a demonic might. "If they can''t do anything, I''ll use my Divinity. You wasted yours, right?"


    "You know I did." Thaan cursed, recalling when Altair was going through his metamorphosis. Had he not used his Divinity, then he might have been atomized into nothing. "A Nine Circle Devil, even with your Divinity aiding you, will not allow you any possible chance of victory. You know that, right? Seal her."


    "Damn devils," Zag spat, ncing around for any traces of Heavens'' Gate but saw none. He knew they were hiding. "Ren can''t you know—-"


    "Sit, doggy!" Ren shouted wildly, but Tasha floated nkly in the air, wrapped in an unfamiliar Authority. "Guess not! Sheughed, charging towards Zaros, dashing forth with Broken Moon. Her body flew like a blur, tracing over the battlefield.


    Ice met, and ive collided in a horrid shockwave that had buildings being torn apart from the sheer shockwave of it all. The winds turned to howls, tearing through stones like a hot knife through butter. The earth was torn apart.


    Zaros was shaken. Despite clearly being stronger, his swordsmanship was not anywhere near Reina''s, nor her footwork. shes of embers ricocheted over the battlefield as their bodies danced in such a way it didn''t seem remotely possible for mortals when they emerged between Altair and Ragnar, preparing to sh.


    Ren gave her Prince a subtle nce, and with a half smile, he beamed forward, not towards Ragnar but Zaros with the aid of the King Domain; he was in front of the unsuspecting vampire in an instant.


    Altair''s sigil shed through his eyes, conjuring Shadow Cage in tandem to his palm, hitting against Zaros''s heart. The energy of the Vale punctured the Realm, filling the many red eyes in the skies with an indescribable fear.


    Upon his throne, Beelzubub had his brows creased. "That is… the Vale," he whispered so softly it was heard by none. "That shouldn''t be possible. How the Hell is it here?"