Holding my concentration, I fell to my knee as sweat dripped from my brow in streams. Cheeks paling, I held on for dear life as blood dripped from my palms.
"Zero, Izavith, is it done," I barked aloud from within the depths of Iliyia.
"My lady, you must hold on," Izavith uttered, teleporting in with a pale expression; she placed her palm over my back, stabilizing me. " I should have sensed it. I should have—"
"We can thank Mephisto for that!" I shouted, holding back the blood trying to leak from my pores. "All three of us are alive thanks to it. But it's of no consequence. Did you bring the ingredients?"
"My lady, are you sure? Killing her was one thing, but Lucifer will surely run wild if you do this." Izavith remarked, and she was right, but I didn't have a choice.
Everyone is making a sacrifice on this one, All fourteen of my generals and Zariel. It matters not if the Mother of Demons is thrown into the mix.
We need a powerful base.
Zariel, that bastard knew this was going to happen; he definitely knew; why else would he give me his blood? Curse him; if I knew the twin's power was so strong that it would implode onto itself in the womb and destroy the Thirty-three Heavens, I would have prepared. I would have—fuck!
Now I owe Mephisto a favor. Zariel and Mephisto are definitely in this together. They have to be. Nevertheless, for the Silver Devil not to tell us means that Mephisto was the one who told him early on, on the condition of not revealing anything to us.
Just how big is Mephisto's reach?
Stabilizing the Abyssal Qi in the orb carrying a force I should not be wielding; thirteen generals materialized holding various bones. Some of their bodies were bloody and covered with scars reaching the bone, but despite the injuries, they fell to one knee one after the other.
And without reaction, they dug into their chest, ripping a rib from their ribcage, and presented it to the black orb known as the Black Abyss, a mysterious spell older than Heaven And Hell.
I don't know how Mephisto got his hands on such a thing, that the very Abyss created as the moment it appeared, I had instantly grasped the innermost mechanics.
"Zero," I called as a masked man instantly appeared at my call. Standing colder than any god I've seen, he held a black sword in his palm without any particular design.
"The blade is incomplete." He said.
"Bullshit, if Zariel knew about Mephisto's plan, I'm sure you know," I argued, falling to my knee as Black Abyss continued to devour everything it touched.
"You don't have time to argue, Lilith—"
Opening my palm, I pulled the sword form out of his hands into mine with flawless ease and sneered as one final fuck you, "Screw you. If the sword is incomplete, I shall complete it. My generals all risked their lives collecting bones of the various beast this past hundred years, so now it's my turn to pay the price."
"Everything you do is part of his plan," Zero informed coldly.
"Does that include using the abyssal blade to fuse the blade into completion? Or using The Demonic Mother's soul as a Sword Spirit?" I said, and Zero seemed to pause.
"So you didn't see that coming," Izavith confirmed.
Zero shook his head, "I will admit, we didn't see that coming but are you sure? No one ever planned for you to receive that monstrous sword, but Black Abyss is a seal, unlike anything I've seen before. Even Mephisto lacks an understanding of how powerful it truly is. This sword, Laevateinn, is a compilation of all I have; if you fuse the Abyssal Blade, I'm afraid it may very well be—"
"I understand the constraints of Black Abyss better than anyone," I informed, shaking my head, but this was the best option.
It was the only option. If this doesn't work, I will only be left with one option: terminate the pregnancy to save myself.
Focusing my mind once more, the bones being presented all began to deteriorate one by one, till only a grueling realization came over not just me but everyone else.
I was only a Forth Level entity, yet I was able to create something that devoured the power of fourteen monsters that could destroy the 33 Heavens with a snap.
While I would never say this spell, Black Abyss out loud was meant to seal the Heavenly Father; It was a power so great I could not even begin to imagine. I could not say why the Abyss held such a thing or why it even brought it into creation, but the Abyss, thought it fit this spell, ended up in my hands.
Nevertheless, what was odder was that after my spell devoured the Bones of my General and the various Abyssal Fiends in the Abyss, I noticed the orb grow blacker and more stable, to a point I didn't need to stabilize it.
Allowing Izavith to heal my injuries, I pulled away and stared as the black orb slowly began to twist, shifting from an orb into a strange-looking sigil with a sinister amethyst glow around the edges.
Summoning the Abyssal Blade, I immediately crossed this blade with Laevateinn, when suddenly, the Seal of Black Abyss shot towards the twin swords. Reality seemed to twist in such a way that Izavith covered my eyes and blocked my senses.
"Sorry, my Queen, but if you gaze upon this sight, I promise you you will forever be blind. She said as I turned to her, watching blood trickle down her eyes.
My heart trembled, almost cracking as I saw the scarlet eyes of Izavith dim a little before regaining a lackluster color. It wasn't bright as it was before, but I knew she was hurt.
"It's ready, my lady. You can look." She said, patting me softly. "It's fine; we'll recover in a few million years. It was well worth it, don't you agree, Zero?"
Snapping my gaze to the masked man on one knee with a cracked mask, I could not help but turn to the absolute black blade so dark it made Tenebreae seem like a distant imposter.
"Well worth it indeed," He informed, but I'll need a few Dao Cycles to recover, unlike you all."
The blade did not give off any aura, but for some reason, my life flashed before my eyes the moment I reached for the sword.
Hesitation paused my hand for only a moment as I gathered my courage pulling the blade from the air.
"All it needs now is to feast on the blood of the Demonic Mothers Corpse and devourer her soul," I whispered to myself before turning to Zero, still on one knee.
"How's it feel?" he asked.
"..."
Peering down at the blade, I looked back up and frowned, " oddly enough, like a mortal sword."