Darkness dominates this world, but three red moons hang in the skies as a reddish mist shrouds most of the atmosphere. On the ground, countless wild and ruthless beings continuously fight for their survival and the hope of evolution.
In this world, survival and evolution were the only laws. The Abyss.
The Abyss was deemed the most cruel and darkest place in the myriad planes, home of the selfish and hateful abyssal demons. The world that was feared by many but few chose to fall in the allure of its power.
On a seemingly peaceful night, although the chaos never stopped, this was only a usual sight in the abyss. The weak would be the meat of the strong for their evolution, and the cycle continued.
As the red moons illuminated the sky, a magnificent city was visible in the night. The material world might be surprised if they knew that the abyss also had its own civilization. This city was the main city of the Abyss' ninth floor.
A floor governed by one of the Demon Lords, Lord Bael, the Infernal Warmonger.
At this time, a visitor had arrived, one that was extremely unexpected. Before the behemoth demon could ask, a serious and enraged voice echoed.
"The Lord... has disappeared."
For this overlord to come, the situation must be extremely serious. Soon, furious lines shone in the behemoth's body as his aura rose. His eyes turned red, and he stared at the visitor.
"Tell me what happened... Asmodeus."
This night, the Abyss fell into extreme unrest. The Lord of the Abyss, disappeared.
Of course, no one would think that the Lord just disappeared without any reason. For all the demon lords, they were all already aware of the Lord's personality.
The Lord of the Abyss only slept inside the Abyssal Core for centuries or even thousands of years before occasionally waking up and returning to his sleep.
As the loyal subordinates of the Lord, the demon Lords could immediately tell if he had woken up. But for some reason, his breath disappeared.
Asmodeus resided much closer to the core of the abyss, and so he was the first to sense it. Soon, all of the demon lords would also sense it.
The two stood in the air, looking at the abyssal core with grim expressions. As usual, it was still stable without any movements, which showed that the Lord of the Abyss had not fallen and was not in a critical condition. Yet he mysteriously disappeared.
If only there wasn't any fluctuation in the air, the two wouldn't immediately guess what happened.
Asmodeus' blazing eyes stared at the obvious space rift, which was slowly being closed. The fluctuation of power behind it couldn't be more familiar between the two demon lords.
"Divine power..." he whispered gravely.
Without a doubt, this was a conspiracy of the divine gods.
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The Lord of the Abyss, Zyreth Abyssos, was startled awake as a huge yet subtle wave of power enveloped him. He wasn't even fully awake yet but was forced to as an unprecedented danger occupied him.
Zyreth opened his eyes and immediately intended to respond. However, to his surprise, he was already locked, and a space rift opened behind him.
This was obviously abnormal. In most cases, Zyreth was invisible in the Abyss, especially in the core, where his regenerative abilities were almost infinite. However, for him to be unable to use his Infernal power, it could only mean that an item or someone at his level had blocked his power.
His eyes glowed, and his half-lidded eyes opened widely, realizing the culprit of this crisis. Indeed, there was only one person who could do it.
"Oblivion..." he mumbled this name just in time as he raised his head and looked ahead. Sure enough, not far away from him, someone stood elegantly looking at him.
His elegant white robe and white long hair fluttered in the air; there was also a space rift below where he stood. Two people stood behind him who also wore white robes.
Zyreth knew that no one other than him could sneak into the abyss without his subordinates knowing. Oblivion, the Ancient God of Void. But for some unknown reason, he was known in this era as Phaenon, the Eternal Sun.
"What are you doing?" Zyreth asked, his tone still casual and seemingly lazy, as though he wasn't in imminent danger. There wasn't even an ounce of anger in his voice.
At this, Oblivion, mostly known as Phaenon, sneered with a dissatisfied smile on his lips. His face was too pure and elegant, but vicious words came out of his mouth.
"Perhaps you've been sleeping so much that your IQ has degraded this much. Isn't what I'm doing obvious?" A cruel gaze flickered in his golden eyes. "I'm here to dispose of you. It's a pity that, as much as I want to kill you, I can only seal you for now."
Killing an ancient god like Zyreth, The Lord of the Abyss, was truly a difficult task. It needed a huge sacrifice to be able to accomplish that, and Oblivion was not prepared to walk that path yet.
Zyreth furrowed his brows. He always knew that this fellow had a deep grudge against him, but he wasn't aware of what it was. He never even interacted with him so much in his countless years of life; he only loved to sleep and nothing else, so how could he provoke this guy?
As for the nonsense Gods and Demons war, that was about his subordinates, and these divine gods that appeared in this era started, which Zyreth hardly knew or cared about. Could this fellow be too immersed in his portrayal of the role of the Lord of Divine Gods and become devoted to killing him, the Lord of the Abyss?
"Why do you suddenly want to seal me?" Zyreth still casually asked, and then added much more sharply. "To the point, you'll land a sneak attack against me? Where is your dignity as an ancient god?"
Although Zyreth admitted he was lazy and didn't care much about worldly affairs, he still had his temper. He was minding his business and sleeping peacefully, and suddenly this guy and his subordinates barged in and woke him up.
At his words, Oblivion's eyes narrowed and his brow tightened.
"Talking to you is a waste of time." He didn't respond to Zyreth's mocking words and signaled the two behind him.
Zyreth observed them. Judging by their actions, they were also pressed for time. He also sensed it; the lock on his body was loosening.
Soon, the wave of power behind him boiled. The space rift also became chaotic, and there was now a suction sensation that enveloped him.
Damn it. Zyreth tried to activate his infernal power, or even the abyssal core, to no avail. Oblivion indeed planned this well. The item he used must be a one-time use item, and its limitation was also heavy.
His hand clenched into a fist, trying hard enough to get out of its influence. Honestly, Zyreth didn't truly care if he would be sealed. All he did was sleep anyway, so if he was sealed, he could sleep all he wanted.
However, being sealed after fighting with all his power was different than being powerlessly sealed, and it was a despicable tactic too! Zyreth's eyes changed, and red lines also showed on his face as the two horns in his head grew and became thicker.
Seeing this, Oblibvion's expression changed.
"Not good!" He immediately casted and used the power of the void; he coughed black blood and also had a nosebleed. The two subordinate gods behind him had long convulsions; their divine powers were being sucked like crazy they were like decoration at this moment.
Zyreth gritted his teeth; the overwhelming power from the space rift roared seemingly, wanting to devour him whole. He lifted his head and looked at Oblivion, who was obviously having a difficult time maintaining this state, but continued as he glared at Zyreth with hatred.
"Why?" Something within him told him, being swallowed by this terrifying space rift that used not only Oblivion's energy but two of his most powerful subordinates.
Still, he wanted to know why. Where this hatred came from, Zyreth truly had no clue.
Oblivion spits out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were cold, and he smiled indifferently, yet an apparent relief was slowly showing on his face, seeing that Zyreth was about to be finally sealed by him.
"You're so clueless, it makes me want to kill you even more," he slowly said, despite the difficulty in his face, his expression brightening.
Half of Zyreth's body was already inside the rift; in no time, he would be engulfed by it completely.
Oblivion laughed so maliciously that, despite his seriousness, he never cared.
"The Creator's favored, heh... I'm still the strongest."
Zyreth's breath slowly hitched as he looked at the pure yet sinister man who was laughing at his misfortune. Suddenly, a newfound feeling ignited deep inside of him.
Rage. He found out that he was truly angry. In his countless years, this was his first time feeling this way. Unknown to Oblivion, Zyreth Abyssos, who only slept and lazed around without a care, felt a huge resentment in his heart. This feeling was now taking root inside of him.
Yet, on the surface, he was too calm, as though already resigned to his fate. With his senses disappearing just in time to hear Oblivion's last words.
Creator's favored... huh? Zyreth thought of this as he was engulfed by the space rift, exiled to the unknown.