-Balam Territory-
Colossal explosions erupt from every corner of Balam Territory. By the eyes of ordinary citizens, it would be another uprising in some random areas in their lord's region. Little did they know, it was more than a simple uprising.
It is the wrath of the damned devils who their master discards. A single roar of fury and destruction sweep across the entire Balam Territory, ripping its serene wind.
The quick response garrison has been gathered to suppress the uprising. Yet, none of them return to send the message. It makes Octarius Balam grows warry as his anger slowly rises in his blood.
"How useless they are!" He roars in spitefulness and anger. "What is the condition of the locations?"
"We still don't know yet, sir." The General replies carefully, unable to meet his liege's gaze.
"How the fuck you can't still get anything from this kind of massive catastrophe?!" The Lord of Balam's family grabs him by the throat.
"Please... Forgive me... Mi... Lord." The General says in between his breath. He tries his best to maintain his consciousness.
Octarius grunts in annoyance, releasing the poor General from his hand. He stares back at his court, giving them a look that gives them a metaphorical pain of cold steel into their spines.
"Where is Poluz?" He asks the maid.
"He still in his room, Milord." The maid answers slowly, trying not to anger the lord.
Octarius take a heavy sigh, filling his lungs with air. The tyrannical lord steps out of the room, heading toward his son's room.
The heavy footstep of the head of the Balam family echoes throughout the room, adding a heavier atmosphere around the enraged devil. Due to his massive mansion, he needs around six minutes to reach his destination.
Octarius could hear a sound from behind the door.
It is his son's laughing euphorically while he also hears the cries of a woman. It makes him sigh, but also he founds out it is like his own habit. Like a father, like a son. He opens the door, revealing a room with an aphrodisiac odor that flies freely in the air. The scent of fluids fills his nose. The situation of the room is pretty much to his expectation.
He walks deeper into the room, and thus he hears the cries louder. It is a cry of ecstasy and suffering, which gives him the image of what kind of method his son does to the woman slave.
"Son," He calls, expanding his voice to find the reply.
"Ah, father." Came a voice of you man, sighing in between his words.
"Are you done? I need you to talk with me." Octarius answers dryly.
The said person came out from the coveted bed. His expression carved a savage grin that shows his persona. His name is Irvas Poluz Balam, heir of the Balam family.
"What do you need, father?" He asks, still maintaining his savage expression.
"There is an uprising running amok in our territory, son. They are targeting our research facilities." The older devil replies grimly, giving his son an intrigued look.
"So those rabid dogs think they manage to achieve power that big enough to challenge us? What a pathetic assumption." Irvas barks, clearly drunk.
"Apparently. Suit yourself, son. I need you to slaughter those swine before they become trouble." Octarius says with a grin of his own.
The mad son burst into hysterical laughing. He could not hide his bloodlust as well as his thirst. "Maid!"
Soon after his call, a pair of maids came into the room. "Yes, Milord?"
"Take this worthless woman to my personal dungeon. Also, don't forget to heal her so I can toy with her again." He smirks, licking his lips with hunger in his eyes.
"As you wish, Milord."
The maid bows deeply before calling her friends to take out the poor girl. They reach the unconscious girl, putting a fabric sheet on her naked body. Slowly and carefully, they exit the room.
"Another human slave, my son?" The Lord of Balam asks, bemused.
"They are the cheapest ones I can get, Father, if we exhaust their number. We can still breed them more." The heir simply answers, ignoring any moral and remorse in his tone.
"Good point." The father chuckles. "Cease this conversation. I need you to get your armor and weapons. I need this uprising crushed at any cost."
"As you wills it, Father."
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-Balam's Facility. Southern Facility. Balam Territory-
Azeltak watches the slave being rescued while the facility s burns with a majestic inferno. He didn't smile or show any expressions, only staring at the destroyed place with an unreadable expression.
"Sire, we have secured the slaves." One of Azelta's subordinates says to his superior.
"Splendid." He replies slowly. "Now we can move into our next plan."
"As you will it, Milord." The soldier left him alone before the burned place.
Azeltak is waiting for something or someone. But after a few moments, he still didn't show up before him; Azeltak walked away from the burned facility.
The newly ascended devil stares in a certain direction. His eyes are glued as if something is calling for him. Yet, he didn't go that way. Instead, he goes straight into the opposite.
He can feel that his soldiers have already marked their target, burning them with their fury of vengeance. He could not blame them since each soldier deeply hated the Balam family. Azeltak also holds a hidden grudge toward that damned family. But now is not the right time to unleash it. The time is not here yet for him to show his wrath.
Azeltak takes a deep breath, raising his arm to the sky.
"Very well, then. If you don't want to face me directly or you think this uprising is a simple matter. Let me enlighten you." He says neutrally. But his voice is just a mask that perfectly shields his true expression.
He concentrates his power on a single location. Azeltak takes a deep sigh, slamming his hand down.
Seconds after he did that, a massive swirl of magical energy gathered around the sky of the Oklian Fortress, one of the main bastions in the south. Before the guards manage to seize the reality around them, a flash of massive magical energy burst from the ground, annihilating anything above it.
"I hope you understand my message, imbecile child." He muses, narrowing his eyes from beneath his helmet.
He walks away from the forsaken place, trying to find a more open space so that his target would be easy to find him.
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-The burning remains of Oklian Fortress-
Azeltak watches the Balam forces burn in the raging fire. He feels no pity for them as their bodies slowly turn into piles of ashes—no remorse as there will be no mercy. But those are sentiments that Lord Balechtar has given to him. They are sentiments that somehow feel alien and yet relatable to his nature.
But there is one thing from those metaphorical sentiments glued to him since his ascension. It was the wrath of retribution. He feels this sentiment tingling in his inner chest, demanding he find a specific target. At first, he didn't know why he wanted to kill this person. But over time, it becomes apparent when a fragment of memory emerges.
He can hear screams of pain in his head, sensing pain all over his soul. The scream belonged to a certain woman who had been lost in his memories. He couldn't recall who the woman was, but it hurt his chest whenever her scream came to his mind.
He could remember her caring touch on his skin and her smile when the morning came. But the image shatters by her heartbroken screams.
"Curious." He murmurs, staring into the burning ground.
He can feel the pain as well as the desperation of the victims of his attack. Azeltak accepts every single sentiment that lingers around him. Then, he feels another magical signature in his range.
"Finally."
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The Balam forces arrive at the scene, only witnessing the devastated condition of their fortress.
"So, those swine manage to burn our fortress. Those soldiers need to be replaced." The heir mutters in displeasure.
But before he can continue his sentence, a sound of footstep emerge from behind them. When Irvas turns his body to see who it is, he falls into confusion. The devil before them is just an ordinary devil wearing a low cass robe.
"A survivor. Can you tell me what has happened in this place?" The heir asks in an uncaring manner.
The said devil didn't move at first. He stares at the heir and his army. Despite the bizarre condition, the devil is unnaturally calm, inviting suspicion from the noble devil.
"Answer me, you peasant!" He barks in anger, feeling insulted by the sheer ignorance of the low-class devil.
"I wonder how much innocent bleed in your hand, Milord." The unknown devil speaks neutrally, yet it sends a chill to every single devil before him.
"What are you talking about?" But it seems it didn't affect the young heir. "Blood? Well, the blood of cattle would be sufficient. If they barely have sentient, it would not be match up to call them innocent."
The unknown devil stares at the heir. His face could not be seen due to his robe. Yet, those who are allowed to see his face see a being alien to them but also superior. This being radiated more power than even the mighty Satan from his eyes.
The heir is utterly blind from this, increasing his voice to disrespect the monster before him.
Unbeknownst to him, the soldiers around the heir slowly stepped backward, trying to escape the monster.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Irvas shouts at his army, narrowing his eyes in anger.
"M-Milord." One of them is shaking, pointing his finger at the mysterious devil.
The noble devil is confused by it. Then, he stares back at the low-class devil. "I wonder why my soldiers are afraid of you."
"Now I remember." The hooded devil says slowly. Like the speed of lightning, he grabs the noble's face. With a slight grunt, he slams his face to the ground. The ground begins to crack by sheer force, sending debris in every direction.
"I remember."
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Azeltak remembers everything. Even though it was nowhere near perfection, he could remember to whom that voice belonged.
"Dear," He says softly, still pinning the heir. Azeltak's eyes slowly radiate their anger, showing their victim the true horror of Azeltak's existence.
"You violate her," Azeltak's voice becomes harsh and inhuman before crushing the noble devil deeper into the ground.
He remembers her screams, bruised body, and cries for help. Azeltak was powerless to watch her wife being violated by the heir, relentlessly torturing her body before Azeltak. He was ordered to watch the horrendous act, and he was ordered to take care of her crumbling body.
He can hear her desperation. He can feel her pain. He can feel his wife losing her sanity.
Azeltak's very soul heard her past cries. He gently healed her body from the brink of death, smiling with tears in his eyes. He could do nothing. He was weak. Thus, his wife pleaded for mercy of death. He has no other choice but to oblige.
But now it is different. He has ascended, becoming a much greater being than even the mightiest Satan. He roars in righteous fury, slamming Irvas' face again and again to the ground without mercy.
"You worthless pest!" Even with his bloodied face, Irvas still managed utter his words in disgust.
"Pest?" Azeltak slams his former lord's face again. "There is no pest in here besides you, Milord."
The death of his wife left him broken. The night when Azeltak plunged his sword into her chest left him with a metaphorical scar that would never be healed by anything. No one can heal him, and thus he wandered around the Underworld like a ghost. It was until when Lord Balechtar showed and reformed his realm.
He saw a mighty god capable of reshaping the reality of fate to his will. He witnesses his followers achieve heights that he could barely imagine. Then, one of his apostles came to him, giving him a second chance.
The time of his rebirth came afterward, granting him astronomical power that held a might capable of enacting his vengeance. Yet, he must leave his late identity and origin due to his new name and power. But they are still small prices to pay. He would trade anything he had to reach this moment, where his shattered soul shall be burned in a fury.
He can feel joy but also the sadness of torment. He can feel them in the form of a twisted kaleidoscope. The overwhelming feelings flooded his mind, yet he could endure them like they were nothing.
He roars, slamming Irvas' head even stronger.
"Imbecile!" Irvas roars, coughing blood.
"You have no right to speak before me," Azeltak says coldly. He throws the heir, sending him to crash to a nearby mountain. The once proud and solid mountain begins to crumble, turning to rubble.
The noble devil wants to stand and face his opponent. Yet, there is no strength left in his body. Blood is filling his lungs, giving him no power to withstand another blow. Before he can even blink, Azeltak teleports before him, giving him one mighty punch to the face.
His rage is true, blinding, and yet everlasting brilliant. However, it was not pure madness of anger. It was a complex sentiment that made up Azeltak's very being.
"Gah!" Irvas could feel his face broken, leaving blood splutters from his face.
"Your sins must be paid, Milord." He says with sarcasm in his tone.
"How... How dare you." The broken lord is barely able to speak due to his punctured lungs.
"I dare because it was the right for those who are stronger to dominate the weaker ones," Azeltak answers, smiling at the poor condition of the noble devil.
"You!" Before he could react, another fist landed on his cheek.
"You have no right to speak to me like that." He says in return with no sign of emotion.
"I will tear your family... I will be taking pleasure in your wife and daughter... I swear!" He roars in fury despite all his injuries.
"I have no one, Milord. You have enjoyed my wife a long time ago."
"you... That voice. No way!" Irvas says in shock.
"I am here to deliver my wife's vengeance as well as for those who are wanting for it." He slams Irvas' face again. But before the last punch can be landed, Irvas uses his remaining power to teleport away. But before he could realize it, a crackling of psychic power plunged into his body, tearing it apart while screams of agony spread around them. Then, the once mighty devil has turned to ash, flying to the horizon.
The Balam soldiers watched in horror as they couldn't believe their eyes.
"Your leader is dead. I offer you to join my ranks and overthrow your overlord. I offer you a chance!" He roars defiantly. "Now, choose wisely."