Chapter 134: Ch 134 : Live and remember Us, My king
The seven decoys of the Demon Lords dissolved into puddles of foul, corrosive slime and vanished without a trace. In that same instant, across a billion light-years, the real massacre began.
"He is returning," Ichor’s true form snarled, his voice a guttural roar as his corrosive touch reduced a True God to screaming dust. "Finish this quickly!"
The heart of Adam’s multiverse had become a slaughterhouse. This was no longer a subtle war of whispers and corruption; this was a brutal, overwhelming purge.
Beelzebub, the Lord of Gluttony, moved through the battlefield like a walking apocalypse. He plucked panicked, fleeing Gods from the sky as if they were ripe fruit, stuffing them into his gaping maw five or six at a time, their divine screams muffled as he swallowed them whole.
Maledictus, the Lord of Curses, danced through the chaos, her laughter a melodic poison. With every graceful gesture, she wove curses that turned Gods blind, made their own power turn against them, or simply corrupted their souls until they fell from the sky as twisted, weeping abominations.
Phobos fed on the rampant terror, his shadowy form swelling with power as he drowned the few remaining Pockets of resistance in waves of pure fear.
Malakai, the Lord of Despair, simply drifted through the battlefield, his presence alone enough to make gods drop their weapons and surrender to oblivion. And Belial, the Lord of Lies, was perhaps the cruelest of all. He would whisper a single, perfect lie into a God’s ear, "You are a demon, fight the Gods" and watch with detached amusement as the God, their mind shattered, would turn and savagely attack their closest ally.
Meanwhile, Adam was locked in a desperate battle, a king fighting for a kingdom that was already burning to the ground behind him. He was stopped midway on his return journey by an entity radiating a power that was growing with every passing second. It was Deimos.
"Deimos!" Adam roared, his voice a thunderclap of pure fury. He didn’t waste a single moment on words. His brothers and sisters were dying. He threw a punch, a blow that carried the force of a collapsing star, aimed directly at his nemesis.
But Deimos, his strength fueled by the very chaos he had unleashed, was no longer the same being Adam had faced before. He met the blow, the impact sending a shockwave that cracked the fabric of space itself.
He was still weaker than Adam, but he was strong enough to stall, to hold the line, to buy his brethren the precious time they needed to complete their slaughter.
Adam pressed the attack, his every move a cataclysm, but Deimos was a rising tide of pure discord, deflecting and dodging, his only goal to keep the king trapped while his kingdom fell.
Adam, stronger but unable to land a decisive blow, felt a cold dread creep into his soul. He was being stalled, and he knew it was a death sentence for his people. He remembered his final, desperate gambit, the second part of his soul, the backup he had saved in a hidden treasure. He splited his consciousness, a feat othat was agonizing even for him, and activated it.
Back in his home multiverse, a new sun ignited. The second soul of Adam, smaller but burning with the same righteous fire, emerged from a hidden container outside his palace. He was met with a scene of absolute carnage. He saw the six Demon Lords and their millions of demon gods slaughtering his kin like cattle.
Without a word, he unleashed his power. He moved like a comet, killing six or seven demon gods with every single blow.
"It’s Adam! Retreat, you all!" Beelzebub screamed, his feast interrupted. He tore open a rift in space and fled back to the demonic realm, the other Demon Lords following close behind. They had done their part. The demon gods, however, were not so lucky. Only a handful managed to escape before Adam’s fists found them.
The tide of the battle turned in an instant. The remaining Gods, seeing their king, rallied behind him, cutting down the lesser demons. But it was a hollow victory.
Adam looked at the few million Gods who remained from the original billions, and he knew the war was lost. His main body was still locked in a desperate struggle with a rapidly strengthening Deimos. His other soul was about to be beaten to a pulp by that monster.
When the last demon god fell, Adam’s second soul addressed the survivors, his voice heavy with the weight of their defeat. "You all must retreat. Hide. Gather your strength. We... we have lost." Tears shimmered in his ethereal eyes, but a king had to give the final order, even if it was to abandon everything.
The Gods scattered, fleeing into the vastness of the cosmos. But Adam’s second soul did not flee. It turned and flew back towards the battle, back towards Deimos. It was his turn to stall, to buy his people the one thing he no longer had: time.
Deimos felt the death of his demon gods, but he didn’t care. His smile only widened. The more death, the more chaos, the stronger he became. "Oh? Two Adams?" he mused as the second soul appeared. "So that’s how they died so suddenly."
Adam’s main body and his second soul lunged at Deimos together. But Deimos, now brimming with near-absolute power, simply toyed with them, dodging their attacks as if playing with children.
The space tore open again, and the six other Demon Lords emerged, their faces alight with triumphant malice. The trap was closing.
But the drama was not yet over.
Sunny, watching this from his throne, facepalmed. "Why don’t these people just listen to their king?" he groaned. He watched as the fleeing Gods, the ones who were supposed to scatter and hide, stopped. They looked back. They saw their king, both of his souls, fighting a hopeless battle against seven Demon Lords. And in a single, silent, collective decision, they turned back.
A river of light, millions Gods, flew back towards the darkness, surrounding the seven Demon Lords and their embattled king. Adam looked at them, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Why?" he roared, his voice cracking with anguish. "Why did I take such a risk if you were just going to follow me to your deaths?!"
A mental message, a chorus from a million loyal souls, answered him. "To give you time to run away, my king. You are our only hope. Even if we run, they will find us. But if you escape, with your talents, you can one day take revenge."
Another voice joined the chorus. "For us, my king. For the revenge. For all this humiliation. Live, and remember us."