Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

Dared felt his head ringing as he tried to think. He could see the translucent figure of Azerak standing before him, speaking to Alayot, but the pain from having their souls forcibly separated was overwhelming. He could barely form a coherent thought.

"You will be taken there. Return once you've reached the Galaxy Realm..."

Suddenly, Dared heard this voice echo in his mind. In the next moment, he vanished reappearing aboard a spaceship. The good news was that the ringing had finally stopped, and he could think clearly again. But his thoughts were still stuck on Azerak and what would happen between him and Alayot.

"I guess I should start looking out for myself,"

Dared thought grimly.

"Azerak said he'd be fine... Maybe."

As the spaceship picked up speed, it vanished into the void.

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Back at the Dreadborne Organization...

Azerak stood before Alayot, observing him silently. The aura radiating from Alayot though seemingly contained was enormous. Far beyond anything Azerak had encountered in this multiverse.

"How can you see me? And how did you separate me from the boy?"

After a moment of tense silence, Azerak finally asked the question that had been bugging him.

Alayot simply smiled.

"That's the difference between your power system and ours. You're far weaker than us."

Azerak paused, stunned.

A different power system? Far weaker?

So... they truly aren't from this multiverse.

"You're from out there... aren't you? So then... what exactly are you?"

Azerak asked cautiously.

Alayot chuckled.

"A higher being. You'll understand in time. But I'm interested in you... You've traveled outside time. And that ancient wift... You're not from this era, are you?"

Azerak's eyes widened in shock.

He can tell?!

For the first time in a long while, Azerak was both confused and afraid. He hadn't taken Alayot seriously when he claimed Azerak's people were weaker but now? Now it was obvious.

And worse... If Alayot could sense his presence, others probably could too.

"What exactly do you want?" Azerak asked warily.

"I should be asking you that. What do you want?"

Alayot responded calmly, his voice laced with hidden meaning.

A long silence followed.

Both were ancient entities. Before Alayot had been reforged by Void into an Aeron, he was an ancient AI that had existed in an empty universe.

Azerak, on the other hand, was a Forefather one who had refused to die.

"I want the bloodline they....."

Azerak began, then paused, his eyes meeting Alayot's.

"It's not about whether you want it,"

Alayot cut in sharply.

"Do you deserve it? Are you worthy of it?"

A terrifying aura surged as he spoke.

Even for someone like Azerak, who once stood at the peak, the question shook him.

Why wouldn't I be worthy?

Alayot remained calm, unmoved by Azerak's rising frustration. He knew Azerak could do nothing to him.

And although only a heavy aura could be felt within the Dreadborne headquarters, the entire universe around them trembled.

The only reason it didn't collapse was because Azerak currently lacked a physical form this was only his soul, bending reality.

"That's irrelevant," Alayot said plainly.

"If you want a body, you'll serve the Dreadborne Organization. Whether you like it or not."

He stepped forward.

"And the plan you and the other Forefathers still alive are working on? It'll be scrapped.

You're going to be part of the Dreadborne now."

He knows about the plan...?

Azerak froze. This wasn't just power,Alayot had intel. Real, dangerous knowledge. Still, the Forefather fell silent, thinking.

"Do you accept?"

Alayot asked again, voice low and calm.

"…Yes,"

Azerak finally replied.

He had no choice. Their plan was all-out war, but with only one winner. Azerak was strong, yes but he was no longer the strongest. And the new generation? Their talent was frightening even the Forefathers hadn't expected it.

Maybe their bloodlines were strong...

But that wasn't enough anymore.

"Good,"

Alayot nodded.

"The transformation will begin. I'll hand you over to Nix."

Azerak turned standing to his left was a dark-winged woman, radiating unfathomable power.

Another multi-universal realm being… And she's strong.

"I see..."

Nix replied as she examined Azerak. As a former angel of the Heavenly Army, she understood soul-body creation well.

There was something most races didn't know:

Why did angels and demons value souls so much?

Yes, demons devoured them. But angels,if given a pure soul could use it to create a body. One that could house divine essence.

Angels were powerful, but their numbers were limited. Every time they led a soul into "pureness," that soul became the foundation for a divine vessel.

Flesh and bone for mortals.

Divinity and eternity for angels.

From Rank 2 and above, beings were effectively gods.

Nix raised her arms, channeling terrifying energy.

Laws intertwined space, spirit, life all merging as a new form began to appear.

A semi-liquid body formed slowly in midair.

It seemed in tune with reality... but wasn't. It was like a dimensionless shell half real, half unreal.

"Place him inside. According to your preferences, the body will take shape,"

Nix instructed before vanishing into light.

Alayot turned to Azerak.

"Stop staring. You heard her. Enter the body."

Snapped from his awe, Azerak nodded.

He had been stunned. To see a divine body crafted from pure law and soul? Humanity had never witnessed such creation.

Don't get it twisted. Multi-universal beings can create life but usually only angels and demons can make divine vessels. The others? Just clones or puppets.

Only beings at Rank 4 or the Omniversal Realm could create true life.

"Understood."

Azerak's astral form floated into the strange body.

Slowly, the body became real taking form, substance, existence.

He now stood at 6 feet tall. Sleek red hair. Sharp brows. Handsome, but dangerous.

"Thank you,"

Azerak said, smiling for the first time in a long while.

Alayot nodded.

Though Azerak could make a body on his own, it could never match the divine vessel Nix had crafted.

"Not yet,"

Alayot added, raising his palm.

A single drop of blood floated above it.

It looked calm peaceful, even but Azerak's body trembled as he sensed it.

What kind of bloodline is this...?

He was stunned.

"This… what enormous energy is hidden within it?"

he asked, wide-eyed.

Even for a Forefather who had seen countless things… this drop humbled him.

He was still naked. Not that he noticed.

"The energy of a higher-level being,"

Alayot replied vaguely.

"Take it."

Azerak gulped.

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