Chapter 500 - Ancient Memory
New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)
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The Archdemon of Gluttony
Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell
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The Archdemon of Gluttony felt like his consciousness was transported into another world and into another timeline.
It was dark in this new world. It was nighttime, and he was alone.
His bare feet stood in a palette of green fields, but he couldn't feel the grass underneath his soles.
Ravin was in an open meadow.
This was strange.
Ravin's spine straightened as he glanced around his surroundings with vigilance.
He was certain this wasn't a dream since Archdemons in Hell couldn't do that.
Ah. The mysterious blue feathered necklace brought him here.' He mused. 'But how?'
The owner of this necklace was too powerful—more powerful than an Archdemon like him—to trap his consciousness into such a tiny thing with just a single touch.
He wasn't aware of where the whelp acquired it and who did it come from.
He tilted his head to the dark purple sky as the raindrops cascaded over his face.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the sensation.
He couldn't feel the cold drizzles touching his naked skin, his face, nor did it wet his hair.
Yes, Ravin was naked with the absence of the suds all over his toned body.
He was in the bath with the whelp before this. He raised his hands so that he could observe himself.
As he thought, his form was a mere spectre.
Everything he will touch will pass through him.
He couldn't feel the splash of deep puddles even if he stepped at them on purpose.
His consciousness entered a distinct memory of the Archangel whom the blue feather belonged to.
Sighing,? Ravin realized that the shower passed through him like the spirit he was, enriching the dark soil on the ground, turning the blades of grass into something glossier.
At least, no one else could see him like this.
If the Archangel's feather had imprinted on a strong-willed consciousness of an unsuspecting Archdemon, then this item must have been too Ancient.
Who knows?
It might hold a secret knowledge that nobody knew about.
Something incredibly tragic must have happened to the wearer of the necklace that it had sucked an Archdemon to its past world, demanding he become a witness.
Ravin paid this small adventure no mind as long as he wouldn't turn into a victim.
He would be lucky if he found out the secrets of the universe so that he could travel from Hell to the Material to and fro.
It was every Archdemon's dream to achieve that level of freedom!
There were a lot of things an Archdemon can't unsee that he had survived.
Well, Ravin was prepared for the horrors he will witness, so he already somewhat prepared himself.
Suddenly, Ravin felt his soul stir in this unknown world.
He never felt more alive as lightning flashed at the plateau on the far horizon.
With his sharp eyesight,? Ravin could see one Archangel with purple wings standing over the edge of the plateau, looking in his direction.
As he crossed his arms over his chest, he frowned at its shape as he pondered if the Archangel with the purple wings could see him.
His form looked incredibly familiar.
Ravin wondered if he should approach.
He felt the air around him turned electrifying when he heard something rustle from behind.
When he looked over his shoulder, the first thing he saw a beautiful young woman with braided bright red rich silken locks, wearing a simple grey bodice for sleepwear outside from her small home.
Now that the red-haired woman was already wet from the rain, her gossamer-thin clothes almost showed the mounds and curves underneath as it plastered too close to her hourglass shape as if it was a second skin.
She might as well be wearing cobwebs.
Ravin quickly detached his gaze from the woman.
There was no point in admiring a beauty that wasn't his Amare. He shifted his attention to another Archangel in front of her, who was different from the one standing at the plateau.
The blond Archangel watched the lady grimly as if they were talking about death before Ravin got there.
He raised an eyebrow when he peeked at the colour of his wings.
The colour of his feather was similar to the one his whelp had brought in his bath!
It belonged to him!
The Archangel had enormous wings filled with blue feathers dipped in gold.
Now, why did this Archangel forced Ravin to relieve this memory?
Why, out of all Archdemons, did he have to see this exact memory?
Did this have significance in his life?
He stepped closer to them, wondering if they could sense his ghastly presence.
Ravin could see the heart-shaped face of the red-haired woman up close.
She was as pale as a ghost with wide and innocent golden doe eyes which dominated her entire features.
It was a mere coincidence why thier eyes have a similar shape.
It was the exact colour and the size of his irises to what he had seen at the mirror this morning. Who was this female?
Was she an Ancient Demon Ancestor of his?
Ravin closed the distance between them, standing at the side of the couple where he could observe them--because what else would he do?
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at the red-haired woman, regarding her face while she held into his Archangel lover's hands as if she didn't want to let go.
Was this their last farewell?
Ravin can't tell.
Nobody had uttered a word yet as they basked in each other's presence.
He stared at the lady and his Archangel in their lovestruck faces back in forth, getting pissed at the wishful reality he desired with his Amare that was out of his reach, especially now that he was stuck in this Archangel's memory instead of visiting her in the prison cell to help her escape.
If this unlikely couple were that in love in the feather's memory, they could have just skipped to the good, romantic parts and go straight to the horrors of the demonic presence and the negative energies surrounding this event.
"The rain had stopped." The Archangel spoke. "We should start your journey home."
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