Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 661  A Journey Into The Deep

There was a loud rumbling noise in the heavens that woke many from their slumber. Where is he? Where is he? Michael's eyes were bloodshot red when looking at the fake Loki in bondage. 'Dammit you, Trickster, don't let me catch you, or else…' Ahh! Michael aced a hand on his chest, feeling he might get a heavenly heart attack from all the shock and the worry. Loki, Lucifer—-

"I knew it… I know it… those two are definitely planning something!" At this point, even Raphael agreed that something was wrong. But what? "I have to search for him, my twin, Lucifer!" Yes, only in that way, can he find the truth. … And just like that, a spark of turmoil flooded the heavenly realm. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

But while Michael was busy rummaging for his brother's location, Lucifer on the other hand, had finally reached the end of his journey to Tartacle – The abyss's lower plains. Beelzebub, Lucifer, Asmodeus, and Belphegor, all appeared with brimming smiles plastered on their lips. What a f***long journey. Even for them, the honey was just too deadly, taking 2 days to reach here. They swore that perhaps they were the only ones to ever make it this far. Of course, one should never think this was their first time here. For centuries, thousands and millions of years, they attempted going deep below, each time going deeper than before. They all knew the goal, and prepared themselves for this day. Can you imagine that during their time attempting to go down, they could only move 4 feet in? The place was Deadly every step of the way. It took an immeasurable amount of time to be able to go so far in, as such a short amount of time. Do you know how many times they almost died within these 2 days? They had hoped to arrive 2 weeks before the war so they have ample time to take on the abyss. But the lateness, they had no choice but to risk it all. Honestly, they feared they would die in this abyss.

However, it seemed luck was on their side, allowing them to venture in deeper and deeper. Of course, luck, and some items they were able to attain to prepare for the journey. My, my, my…

The Abyss, and its inner dominion, was a labyrinthine expanse of shadow and mystery. Know that every step in here could lead to peril or revelation.

To reach Tartacle, they first traversed through the cliffs of Murdoch. There, they had to face their own fears, in a grimly space that could leave anyone turning permanently mad if your will isn't trying enough. After a while, they also entered a bizarre world with blue trees and foliage. This was a dream space powerful to make anyone, no matter their strength, fall into a lumbering abyss. Just know that the more you slumber, the more your body sinks into the ground. And when one's body is fully submerged into the ground, they will be dead –Completely dead. Know that no matter how powerful any demon, Ghoul or being grows, they will never be stronger than the abyss. Beelzebub will never forget waking up seconds before the top of his nose was fully submerged.

Know that his nose was the only body part that wasn't submerged yet. So what would have happened if it completely went in? Even he, the all powerful Beelzebub, felt shivers crawl up his spine after waking up from his 'slumber.' There, he was given an illusionary dream of his deepest desires. Wow! For a moment, he almost fell into the trap, believing everything in his dream. It was only when he was fighting the Almighty himself, that he realized it was a dream. Hold on, even though he looked forward to the battle ahead, who said anything about it being easy? The ease in which everything went, made him know he was dreaming. …

Following the dream space, they went through over 42 different locations of varying danger levels. A notable time was when they traversed the River Pluntos, a churning torrent of imprisoned demonic souls. The river's waters promised oblivion to any who dared touch them. If even a single drop touched them, they would be goners. What a journey! The journey across the river was fraught with whispers of lost souls, their lamentations echoing in the misty air. The many paths they took grew darker and more treacherous as they progressed. Finally, they arrived… They arrived at the Tartacle. It was the lower plain, the deepest recesses of the Underworld. There, all 4 stood before the colossal gates, where red lightning crackled like living bars, illuminating the grim prison that held the Titans. Standing before the giant gates, they looked like ants standing before an actual human gate. That was how tall and wide the doors were. The air was thick with dread, a palpable reminder of the ancient power contained within these walls. Heh-heh-heh~ All 4 chuckled, sensing a strange force field in place that had no true effect on them. However, they were sure it was the sole reason the Titans could leave this lower plain and head to the upper one Beelzebub and the others currently dominated. them. What a view… The gates were still up ahead, but the space was filled with lava and disaster. As he reached the gates, the ground trembled slightly, a sign of the immense power that lay beyond. The Titans, once the Almighty's supreme fighters, had sided with them during the big battle and also vanished down to the underworld with them. As Beelzebub and the others advanced, their presence was felt even before they were seen. Then… massive shadows appeared against the gates that were near-see through. The gates in question had flickering red lightning.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam~

The grounds shook with a rumbling roar. In a blink of an eye, tens and thousands of gigantic shadows appeared in the distance.

Beelzebub, Lucifer, Asmodeus and Belphegor, smiled. "It's been a long time, friends…" "Speak of the devil…" A voice echoed from within, deep and resonant like thunder.

It was Barthartos, the Titan King.