themonasnovels Chapter 815: You’re all going to die, hehe
Chapter 815: You’re all going to die, hehe
Far above the Underworld, above the lower planes and the countless layers that composed reality, there was only silence. Not the silence of an empty place, but the silence of something too ancient to need words. It was in that space that Celeste remained, observing recent events through countless conceptual currents scattered throughout creation.His gaze was turned downwards.
Far below.
Towards the Abyss.
Towards Vergil.
Towards the authority that was now awakening within him.
Metatron remained nearby, equally observing the echoes that spread throughout existence. Vergil’s advance through the Abyss was not discreet. Few entities possessed enough power to ignore what was happening at that moment. The manifestation of the Authority of Death was felt on several planes simultaneously.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Until Metatron finally broke the silence.
"Why?"
His voice remained calm.
Respectful.
But there was genuine doubt in it.
Celeste looked away from the Abyss and turned her attention back to him.
Metatron continued.
"Why grant him the complete authority of the Knight of Death?"
The question hung between them.
Celeste didn’t answer immediately.
Her gaze drifted for a few moments.
Like someone observing something that happened long ago.
Something she never stopped carrying.
When she finally spoke, her voice remained calm.
"Because I already made that mistake once."
Metatron frowned slightly.
Celeste continued before he could ask anything.
"When I refused to help my son."
The atmosphere remained still.
Metatron immediately understood who she was talking about.
Lucifer.
Or, more precisely.
Samael.
Celeste closed her eyes for a few seconds.
"Back then, I believed I was doing the right thing. I believed interfering would be wrong. I believed he would find his own path."
Her voice held no sadness.
But neither did it carry pride.
It was simply acceptance.
"I believed remaining neutral was the right choice."
Metatron remained silent.
Celeste continued.
"And because of that, I created a world where good and evil were locked in constant war."
Her gaze returned to the lower layers of existence.
"I didn’t support him."
"I didn’t guide him."
"I didn’t explain what his role was."
Her expression became slightly more rigid.
"And he had to figure it out on his own."
Metatron listened without interrupting.
"When Samael fell, it wasn’t just one individual who changed."
Celeste paused briefly.
"The Underworld was born."
"Demons were born."
"Entire concepts were distorted."
His voice remained calm.
But each word carried weight.
"For ages, evil became absolute for countless human civilizations. Wars, massacres, suffering, and destruction spread everywhere."
Metatron finally spoke.
"But that was Lucifer’s fault—"
He didn’t finish.
Because Celeste interrupted him immediately.
Not with anger.
Not with aggression.
But with a firmness she rarely displayed.
"No."
Silence returned.
Metatron closed his mouth immediately.
Celeste continued to stare into the void before her.
"It was my fault."
Her voice didn’t waver.
"I won’t discuss it."
Metatron slowly lowered his head.
Because he knew that insisting would be useless.
More importantly.
He knew she sincerely believed it.
After a few seconds, he simply replied:
"I understand."
Celeste remained silent for a few moments before speaking again.
"Vergil is not Samael."
"But he’s not an ordinary person either."
Her gaze returned to the Abyss.
Through the layers of reality, she could clearly feel what was happening.
The anger.
The hatred.
The fear.
The worry.
Everything existed simultaneously within him.
And everything was being pushed forward by an absurd will.
"He’s reaching a dangerous point."
Metatron didn’t disagree.
Because he could see it too.
Vergil wasn’t just becoming more powerful.
He was approaching something much greater.
Something that transcended simple power.
Something that approached divinity. Celeste sighed.
"Sooner or later, he would awaken on his own."
Metatron raised his eyes again.
"Do you wish to prevent this?"
Celeste remained silent for a few seconds.
Then she shook her head.
"No."
Her response was immediate.
"This cannot be prevented."
Because they both knew the truth.
Certain existences simply reached this stage inevitably.
Vergil was one of them.
The question was never if it would happen.
The question was how it would happen.
Celeste then crossed her arms.
"That is why I gave him the pseudo-divinity now."
Metatron remained attentive.
"While there is still control."
"While there is still direction."
"While there is still choice."
His voice became firmer.
"It is better to do this now than to wait."
The angel remained silent.
Because she was beginning to understand exactly where that conversation was going.
Celeste observed the Abyss again.
She observed Itharine.
She observed the Authority of Death.
She observed Vergil.
Then she concluded:
"If I wait for the natural awakening..."
Her expression became serious.
"...there will be no guarantees about what will be born."
The silence became absolute.
Metatron did not answer.
Because he didn’t need to.
He understood perfectly.
Celeste then closed her eyes for a brief moment before continuing.
"I’ve seen this happen once before."
The reference was obvious.
Samael.
Lucifer.
The fall.
The birth of the Underworld.
The creation of the demons.
All of that began when a powerful existence was abandoned to its own understanding.
Celeste did not intend to repeat the mistake.
When she opened her eyes again, her resolve remained unwavering.
"I don’t want to see another god of evil born."
The words echoed calmly.
Without anger.
Without fear.
Only conviction.
Metatron remained motionless.
Then Celeste concluded:
"At least one God of Death still understands balance."
Her gaze remained fixed on the depths of creation.
"A God of Death still has a role."
Silence returned.
Then she finished: "But a God of Evil only consumes everything around it."
...
Sephirothy awoke slowly, feeling a constant pain spreading throughout almost her entire body. Her consciousness returned gradually, first through the sounds around her, then through physical sensations. Her wrists were bound above her head by black chains covered in demonic runes. Her ankles were similarly immobilized, keeping her body suspended against a huge dark stone wall that seemed to be part of the Abyss’s own structure.
She remained motionless for a few seconds.
Not because she was too weak to move.
But because she wanted to understand where she was.
Her eyes slowly opened.
The place resembled a huge underground chamber built deep within the Abyss. The walls were formed of pulsating black matter, similar to the organic structures found on the lower levels. Several gigantic pillars supported the ceiling, although it was difficult to determine exactly where it ended. Darkness dominated almost the entire region, interrupted only by purple flames scattered around the hall.
It was then that she realized she was not alone.
A few meters to her right was Sapphire.
She too remained bound by similar chains.
Her condition was not good.
There were cuts scattered across her body, burns, and clear signs of an extremely violent struggle before her capture.
Further on, another figure was chained to the wall.
War.
The Horseman of the Apocalypse.
Even unconscious, his condition made it clear that someone had made a considerable effort to keep him restrained. Much larger chains covered practically his entire body, piercing his arms, legs, and torso.
On the other side was Pestilence.
She looked even worse.
Her breathing was slow and irregular, while black marks covered much of her skin.
Sepphirothy observed everything in silence.
Then she turned her attention to the center of the chamber.
There were those responsible.
The Seven Deadly Sins.
Five of them.
Seated or scattered around a gigantic circular table made of black stone.
Avarice remained seated in a relaxed manner, resting his face on one hand while observing various maps scattered across the surface.
Lust was present.
Victoria seemed completely recovered from her previous injuries, although her expression remained irritated whenever she touched her neck.
Envy remained leaning against a nearby column, observing the others in absolute silence.
Gluttony occupied practically two seats alone due to the monstrous size of his body.
Sloth lay on a structure resembling an improvised throne, seemingly without any interest in the meeting.
Sephirothy immediately noticed an important absence.
Two seats remained empty.
Pride.
Wrath.
Dead.
She already knew this.
But seeing the empty seats made the reality much more evident.
The five continued discussing.
"The lower gates are almost stabilized," commented Avarice, pointing to a specific region on the maps. "If we continue at this pace, we can begin the first phase within a few months."
"Months?" Lust complained immediately. "That’s still slow."
"Invading an entire world requires preparation."
"I still think we should just attack."
"You think that about absolutely everything."
Victoria looked offended.
"Because it usually works."
Envy sighed.
"That’s exactly the thought that killed Wrath."
The comment immediately ended any attempt at discussion.
For a few seconds, no one spoke.
Not even Victoria.
Because everyone knew it was true.
Sloth didn’t even open her eyes when she spoke.
"The main issue remains the same."
Her tone was slow.
Dragging.
"When do we begin the invasion?"
Avarice nodded. "Exactly."
He ran his fingers over the maps.
"The Underworld is fragmented. Several regions haven’t yet recovered from the last wars, despite the cities those idiotic demons created with their pathetic kings. We’ve never had a better opportunity, especially with the Underworld changing."
Gluttony grinned grotesquely.
"Then we can finally begin."
The mere way he spoke made the temperature in the room seem to drop.
Sephirothy continued observing everything without saying a single word.
The conversation continued.
Strategies.
Troop movements.
Fortifications.
Portals.
Conquest.
It was evident that this had been planned for a long time.
Long before she and Sapphire were captured.
Long before War disappeared.
Long before Lilith began her search.
Then something happened.
The entire chamber trembled.
It wasn’t an explosion.
It wasn’t an attack.
It was just a tremor.
But strong enough to make part of the ceiling crumble in the distance.
Conversations stopped immediately.
Everyone present raised their heads.
Another tremor swept through the room.
Stronger this time.
The organic structures that made up the walls began to vibrate.
The flames scattered throughout the hall swayed violently.
For a few seconds, no one spoke.
Then came a third tremor.
Even more intense.
This time even the chains that bound the prisoners swayed.
Gluttony was the first to stand.
"What was that?"
No one answered.
Because no one knew.
Lust frowned.
"This didn’t come from here."
Greed had also already stood up.
His calm expression slowly faded.
Sloth finally opened his eyes.
Something that apparently happened rarely.
"The Abyss..."
His voice came out more serious than before.
"...is reacting."
Envy immediately turned his attention to the depths below them.
That’s when they all felt it.
The presence.
It didn’t arrive all at once.
First it emerged as a distant pressure.
Something very far away.
Very below.
But approaching rapidly.
Then it grew stronger.
And stronger.
And stronger.
Until everyone present could perceive it clearly.
Silence filled the room.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Because everyone was busy trying to understand exactly what they were feeling.
It wasn’t just power.
It wasn’t just demonic energy.
It was something worse.
Much worse.
The Abyss itself was reacting.
The structures trembled.
The walls vibrated.
The creatures scattered throughout the lower levels were fleeing.
Sepphirothy realized this immediately.
She knew that feeling.
Even without seeing it.
Even without feeling it directly for months.
She would recognize it anywhere.
Her son.
The Seven Deadly Sins remained motionless.
Confused.
Alert.
For the first time since she had awakened, Sepphirothy smiled.
It was a small smile.
Discreet.
But completely sincere.
Lust noticed immediately.
"What is it?"
Sepphirothy didn’t answer.
She continued smiling.
Greed narrowed her eyes.
"What’s happening?"
Another tremor shot through the structure.
Much stronger.
Parts of the chamber began to crack.
Pieces of stone plummeted from the ceiling.
The pressure increased again.
Now absurdly.
Even Gluttony seemed uncomfortable.
Sepphirothy observed their reaction for a few seconds.
Then she finally spoke.
Her voice remained calm.
Controlled.
Almost amused.
"You should run."
Silence returned.
No one liked that.
Lust crossed her arms.
"Run from whom?"
Sepphirothy slowly raised her gaze.
The smile remained.
Because she knew exactly what was coming.
She knew who was descending into the Abyss without stopping.
She knew who would destroy entire floors just to get there faster.
She knew who would never ignore her disappearance.
Not even Sapphire’s.
Not even Lilith’s.
Another tremor swept through the region.
This time so strong that one of the columns cracked in half.
And, for the first time, the Seven Deadly Sins felt something they didn’t normally experience.
Uncertainty.
Sephirothy simply leaned her head against the wall behind her.
Still smiling.
"You’re going to die, hehe."