The air was filled with the desperate cries of tormented souls, whose actions prevented them from escaping their eternal punishment. In this fiery hell it seemed that only the demons found peace in their dreams...
Though it appears that someone else may also have pleasant dreams much like the demons, as he layed peacefully in a slumber on the outskirts of the inferno where the forest of Gaza resided.
To illustrate the unending darkness in hell, a relentless red flame burned without ever ceasing while the voices of suffering echoed incessantly. The multitude of souls condemned for their sins cried out in enduring torment from the seven circles of hell, which represent Pride, Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, and Wrath.
Although the man was isolated from the chaos, the forest harbored both hunger and evil. Demons that have the ability to turn someone into mere salt, while mutated beasts had teeth as sharp as skyscrapers. Some of these creatures could even defeat armored giant dragons towering as tall as the sky, and strip them to the bone in a matter of minutes. In the forest, creatures of various sizes and abnormalities emerged driven by insatiable hunger to feast on anything, including their own kind.
These creatures have the ability to cause the ground to tremble, devouring your soul completely until you are eradicated from the realm of existence.
How could anyone reside peacefully in a place like this?
The air filled with poisonous gas, felt thin and suffocating and in front of the red moon a range of stunning flowers blossomed, each with its own unique features. These flowers were so captivating that they would catch the attention of anyone passing by. Emitting a dense green mist, they lured unsuspecting individuals with a seductive fragrance. However, those who managed to navigate through the forest were aware that these beautiful flowers were actually a trap, as they were carnivorous plants that would devour anyone who came too close.
Among the repugnant and savage creatures dwelling in the depths of hell, ranging from the smallest corners to the front and back, there was not a single thing that possessed any innocence.
Although the residents of hell may not all be aware of it, those who dared to venture into the forest knew that it could be even more dangerous than the circles. They understood that the pleasant humming of a woman's voice was actually a deceitful succubus capable of creating illusions to drain their very life force. They also recognized that seemingly harmless insects were actually attempting to take control of their bodies. If anyone absolutely had to remain in the forest, they would need to be extremely powerful and cautious, always carrying a weapon.
Despite being surrounded by terrifying creatures, the man showed complete ignorance towards the dangers of the inferno. He lay in the center of the forest on black grass, with the red moon shining down on him like a spotlight. His face was hidden by a black rag, but light revealed the red symbolic tattoos that stretched from his neck to behind his ear.
Even though the man possessed a physical body made of flesh and skin, he is not at all human. His complexion was pale and glimmered brightly under the moonlight.
He possessed a rich and extravagant pendant adorned with six stars of a vibrant deep red hue which gracefully dangled across his chest. Alongside this, he wore a silk cloak of impeccable blackness, resembling the darkness of the night sky. His fingers were adorned with black rings each featuring a star symbol that counted down from ten to one. Additionally, he sported a silver chain that appeared to coil around his right arm before descending towards a black armored wrist, seemingly impenetrable. These lavish accessories had to be for someone of high status.
However, the crucial element of this deserve remained absent. Observe as the creatures of hell approached in pursuit of their sustenance, coming within a mere 7 meters of the man before recoiling in terror, swiftly changing their course as if an unbreakable barrier shielded him. They knew, they understood. Despite the man being in a profound sleep a deadly aura emanated from his very essence, conveying the certainty that anyone who dared disturb him would face an instant merciless demise.
The creatures of the inferno recognized that this man was not just an ordinary demon or man. He was something far greater. Something so extraordinary that they couldn't fathom. Someone like 'him' should not even be in existence.
The man peacefully slumbered, perceiving the poisonus and suffocating air as a delightful aroma and hearing the unsettling growls and noises of the ungodly creatures as a calming lullaby.
Suddenly, the man unexpectedly woke up and as soon as he did, the creatures who had been watching him from a distance quickly ran away with their tails tucked between their legs. He took off the cloth that had been covering his face, sat up, and brushed his nearly flawless black hair back. Anyone who saw him would notice his strangely captivating presence, with somewhat feminine features but also an intense and mysterious allure that gave him a masculine appearance.
His eyes were not only red but a vibrant shade of scarlet, appearing to be in constant motion like flowing lava. With an intense stare that could mesmerize anyone who looked into them, it felt as though one was peering into a void of emptiness engulfed in a blazing volcano.
People who were familiar with him referred to him as L. Despite having been in a profound sleep until this moment, his bloodshot eyes and facial expression indicated that he didn't even possess the slightest hint of drowsiness. His deep, vacant pupils stared at a tall silhouette that was approaching just a few feet away. Standing well over 7 feet, in contrast to L who was 6 foot 4 inches tall, the figure appeared to be a colossal being with an immense physique.
L emanated an unmatched level of power as he narrowed his gaze on the towering figure. Any average creature or demon would have been obliterated by the sheer magnitude of his power.
The giant figure stood tall holding a mystical and mysterious golden dagger firmly in his left hand. And as he entered the spotlight, he appeared to be wearing a hidden purple hood to disguise his identity. Swiftly he raised the dagger into the air, causing a glowing purple aura to surround it and in response L quickly went on high alert.
With the grace of a soaring bird, the dagger was flung through the air, slicing through the wind. Despite the imminent danger L remained motionless. Just as it appeared the dagger had struck him, in the blink of an eye, he effortlessly snatched it from the air. He had nimble and refined actions that perfectly suited his build.
Examining the dagger he immediately recognized based on his extensive knowledge, that the blade was crafted from an exceedingly rare and valuable kind of metal known as Quid. To possess such a metal one would have needed a distinguished position in the depths of hell and in his eyes, only one man possessed the skill to create such a weapon.
The fierce light emanating from his adversary's eyes resembled a wordless outcry. And with a strong, coarse yet strangely soothing voice that commanded authority, L looked up at the figure and asked, "Why have you come looking for me? Are you seeking death... teacher?" His eloquence was so impressive that even kings would envy it.
Some moments of silence hung in the air, as if everything around them was filled with fear and dared not make a sound. The person whom L referred to as his teacher took off his hood, revealing his true identity, before proceeding any further.
As his hood was removed it revealed a horrifying disfigured head consisting of decaying flesh barely revealing his actual features with some bones even visible. His soulless dark eyes could send shivers down anyone's spine. Speaking with a voice as ancient as the pyramids, the repulsive figure uttered without moving his mouth, "Young master... your father is eagerly waiting for your return."
As if whole heartedly hating the idea, L responded immediately. "As my teacher and the only person I considered a friend, you, more than anyone should understand how I feel about going back to that thing you all refer to as my father." L's voice remained completely devoid of any emotion. To his anticipation, the figure displayed a dissatisfied expression, contorting his disgusting face in an unholy manner. "So, does this mean you will continue on your path of seeking revenge?" Without uttering a single word, L simply stared at his supposed teacher in response to the question.
L's silence demonstrated his response. His vacant gaze revealed someone who had endured significant physical and emotional turmoil, reaching their breaking point. Then for a second a spark ignited in the depths of the figure's voided eyes. He raised his hands and out of seemingly nowhere, a massive golden greatsword, perfectly suited for his towering stature materialized from the depths of the unknown.
Clutching his giant sword tightly, he uttered once again, "This means I am left with no other option but to bring you back... using any force necessary." In response the chains wrapped around L's hand started to move as though they had a will of their own, revealing more of themselves as if they were infinitely long. They stretched down to the ground and transformed into a lengthy sword. The chain was attached to the blade through a hinge, and the blade possessed a perfectly sharp cutting edge. Its sleek design featured a combination of black and red colors with mysterious glowing symbols in an unknown language engraved on its surface. It was clear that this blade had been expertly crafted by a highly skilled blacksmith.
Displaying his skill with the sword L spun his blade gracefully, creating a noticeable ripple in the surrounding air. With a cold demeanor he aimed his blade directly at his past teacher and confidently uttered, "Bael...," addressing the figure by name. "Do you honestly believe, as the weakest of Hell's generals, that you stand a chance against me?" He glared intensely at his teacher.
Bael started to walk slowly towards L, his large sword scraping off anything it touched. "I was once your teacher, I taught you everything you know. However I did not teach you everything that I know." With a voice that grew deeper he pulled back his greatsword as if lifting the weight of a building, stating, "I am not to be underestimated. Foolish boy..." And like being carried by the wind, Bael disappeared completely from view, only to reappear leaping towards L.
The man's unexpectedly fast speed was not in line with his large and imposing appearance, proving the saying "don't judge a book by its cover." A dazzling flash of metal occurred as their two blades collided. With Bael's advantage in size and strength, he seemed to be winning the clash. However L with his agile and slender body was not to be underestimated. He swiftly kicked Bael in the stomach sending him back a few meters, although it appeared to have minimal impact on Bael.
With a fierce battle cry, the two fighters rushed towards each other using their immense strength. Their swords collided, and they skillfully blocked and redirected each other's attacks with such expertise that even the most skilled swordsmen would be amazed. It became evident that this was not a contest of raw power and physical strength but rather a demonstration of swordsmanship.
The sound of their clashes echoed through the air, producing loud clangs that resembled two fierce beasts battling. Each blow caused significant destruction as powerful gusts of wind uprooted trees for miles, catching unsuspecting creatures of the forest in their path. The sparks emitted from their blades created a beautiful array of colors resembling scattered fireworks as they raced through the forest landscape with unimaginable speed. Their velocity was so rapid that sound couldn't keep pace, and even light couldn't grasp their movements.
Bael made a quick attempt to create distance between himself and L, but before he could succeed the chains around L's arm extended like a snake. While still connected to the sword, L threw it directly into Bael's chest.
There was no blood flowing, maybe Bael is an undead.
Ignoring the sword impaled in his chest Bael grinned with a twisted expression with pieces of flesh protruding, "Who would have thought you could master my own sword skills?" He remarked. In response L glared at him and said back with blantant disrespect, "Mastered...? No, I made it better." These words shook Bael to the core as he realized he was being overpowered like a helpless fish on a serving dish.
Being in disbelief because his student managed to overpower him. He couldn't fathom the fact that he was being defeated by his own past pupil. Feeling a sense of shame he pondered on his own incompetence as he was forcefully pulled closer by the sword.
The intensity of the fight appears to be increasing rapidly. Although L seems to be gaining the advantage, there is still a possibility that Bael could make a comeback.