Gods' Impact Online

Chapter 458 458- Shadow Cloud

The Hell's Spirit, still grappling with this newfound knowledge, questioned, "But why does it matter? Zach should rightfully be born a demon; it's his heritage. Demons are stronger than humans, even at their base level. Wouldn't it be a benefit if Zach were to become a demon permanently?"

The imp turned to the Hell's Spirit, its eyes filled with a somber wisdom. "It's not a matter of whether being a demon is a benefit or a detriment. It's a matter of the consequences that would follow. You see, if Zach were to unleash the full power of the Demon King's Blessing, it would result in catastrophic destruction."

The Hell's Spirit's spectral form quivered with disbelief. "Destruction? How could that be?"

The imp's voice grew graver as it continued, "The full power of the Demon King's Blessing, if unleashed without control or restraint, has the potential to bring about the annihilation of not only the seven hells but also the realms beyond. The very fabric of existence would unravel, and chaos would reign unchecked."

As the weight of this revelation settled upon the Hell's Spirit, a profound understanding dawned. Zach's power, born of both human and demon blood, held the potential for both salvation and devastation. It was a burden that weighed heavy on the shoulders of the Dead Demon Child, a destiny intertwined with the fate of entire realms.

  The imp and the Hell's Spirit were engrossed in their conversation about the consequences of Zach's power when a thunderous noise shook the very foundations of the tower. Startled, they turned their attention towards the supposed battlefield below.

Their spectral forms watched in horrified fascination as the scene unfolded. Zach lay crushed beneath rubble, his once formidable form reduced to a mere silhouette beneath the weight. Above him, Nirn hung in the air, poised for a final, devastating attack.

The imp and the Hell's Spirit, despite their reluctance to witness the grim climax of the battle, found themselves unable to tear their eyes away from the unfolding catastrophe. Nirn's form shimmered with a colossal gathering of energy, a maelstrom of power that crackled and seethed with destructive intent.

With an otherworldly force, Nirn unleashed this titanic surge of energy towards Zach. The cataclysmic blast rocketed through the air, aimed squarely at the fallen Dead Demon Child. Then, as if to seal Zach's fate, Nirn conjured a monumental mountain from the very earth itself and hurled it towards the already battered form of his opponent.

The imp and the Hell's Spirit watched in helpless silence as the fate of Zach, the Lord of the Seven Hells, hung in the balance. The tower's shadows bore witness to a battle that threatened to shape not only the destinies of demons and mortals but the very essence of the realms they inhabited.

As the dust settled and the echoes of the cataclysmic explosion waned, Nirn found himself perched atop the cracked remnants of what was now Zach's grave. It was a moment of eerie stillness, and it seemed as though the battle had reached its final, decisive conclusion. Demons and onlookers alike held their breath, anticipating the aftermath.

But then, to the shock and awe of all who watched, the mountain began to quake. Deep, thunderous cracks formed from beneath its surface, and slowly but inexorably, those cracks expanded. With a deafening roar, the mountain burst apart, hurling Nirn through the air like a ragdoll.

The imp and the Hell's Spirit watched with a glimmer of hope as dust and debris filled the air, the imp and the Hell's Spirit strained their spectral forms to see through the fog of battle. From the remnants of the mountain, a shadowy figure emerged. Before the dust had a chance to settle, this figure soared skyward, revealing itself to be Zach. 

Zach's eyes, burning with an otherworldly fire, scanned the battlefield in search of his adversary. Nirn, though initially trapped beneath the rubble, had managed to free himself with apparent ease. Zach's lips curled into a macabre smile as he licked the blood from them, his voice resonating with an ominous tone. "I devour everything. Thanks for that energy attack earlier... I feel refreshed."

With those words, Zach launched a relentless assault on Nirn, his attacks a flurry of raw power and dark energy. Nirn, his own abilities heightened by the berserk form he had assumed earlier, proved to be a formidable opponent, evading and parrying Zach's onslaught with uncanny skill and agility.

In the midst of their intense battle, Zach suddenly faltered, his once-unstoppable assault coming to an abrupt halt. He fell to his knees, his body wracked with excruciating pain. His agonized screams reverberated through the battlefield, creating soundwaves akin to a forcefield that radiated outwards.

Even demons positioned far, far away were not spared from the torment of Zach's scream. They clutched their ears in agony, attempting to shield themselves from the unbearable pain that resonated through their very beings. It was a visceral and unrelenting agony that seemed to transcend the physical and strike at the core of their existence.

As quickly as it had begun, Zach's scream ceased, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. Demons, still recovering from the torment, exchanged bewildered glances, uncertain of what had just occurred. The imp and the Hell's Spirit, in the tower nearby, shared a knowing look, their spectral forms tense with anticipation.

Then, an ominous shadowy cloud began to envelop Zach's unconscious form. His lifeless body floated in the air, shrouded by the creeping darkness. It was a sight that sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.

Without a moment's hesitation, the imp, its voice laced with urgency, issued a command to the Hell's Spirit. "Evacuate everyone out of this hell. Take them to the second hell. It's my order. I grant you all the permissions you need to do this."

The Hell's Spirit, sensing the gravity of the situation and the urgency in the imp's tone, nodded in silent agreement. There was no need for further questions. With a solemn determination, it began the arduous task of evacuating the demons from the battlefield, leaving behind a realm on the brink of upheaval and uncertainty.

"This is what I feared…." the imp muttered.