The metal chain stood still clasped to the icy boulder, the body of what apparently looked like a man, clasped in its grip. It was covered with moss and dust which had grown over the course of years.
The part of the man's face visible, was all white, as if he had been made out of ice instead of flesh. Small trickles of snow dangled from the flicks off his hair that hung on the front of his head, which was then bent down.
Everything in the surroundings was all lifeless and bare as if it had been left abandoned for years.
All of a sudden among the queer quietness, the metal chains rang, the voice echoing throughout.
The man entangled in them, lifted his head slowly, eyes opening, only to reveal two perfect eyeballs, which were neither blue nor black but a serene combination of both. It depended on how the dull light hit them. His skin was to a scary amount, all white. His sharp jawline and a slightly pointed chin resembled a perfect blade.
The metal chains broke with a sudden click. It felt as if he didn't even have to apply any force.
He slowly rose up to his full height, which was a frightening six inches or probably even higher.
He wore a robe, and a cape flew behind him, all black.
He made his way forward to where his throne lay and sat on it, his gaze cold, clear and steady.
With a sudden peculiar movement of his hand, a black-purplish smoke formed on top of it, which seemed to grow more and more with every passing second, and with a swish of hand he bellowed the smoke to the ground.
As soon as it hit the ground, two more bodies came into view. Two young men, dressed in black and dark purple, looked up at him. At the first glance, they didn't seem to believe their eyes and struggled to get themselves steady on their feet.
Suddenly one of them knelt to the ground, "My Lord!"
And then the other knelt too, "My Lord! It's been quite some time.", he said.
The man on the throne remained indifferent to their remarks and cleared his throat.
"A pure-blood has been born", he spoke, his voice scaringly deep and clear. It seemed as if it made the icy surroundings shiver with fear.
One end of his lips seemed to curl into a tenacious smile, but if watched closely, there was no smile at all.
"Yes, My Lord! Finally, the wait is over", the comparatively taller one among the two men standing below said.
The man in all black lifted his gaze to stare into the darkness. His entire aura screamed coldness and lifelessness.
"What is our next move going to be, My Lord?", one of the other two men asked.
"Mine.", he replied.
"I beg your pardon, My Lord"
"It is going to be my move", the reply came.
"My Lord, shall we not be of help anymore?", the other man asked.
No reply was received. The man got off his throne and walked past his two subordinates, still staring into the same point of darkness.
"I require, I fight", his deep voice again rang through the barren place.
"My Lord! Obtaining the pure blood's core is in itself an action that will require at least fifty thousand years' worth of your devil cultivation. Moreover, incorporating the core to complete the missing piece of your heart, will probably take another fifty thousand years. I suggest, My Lord, doesn't take the risk alone", one of the men said.
"Fifty Thousand...? With a devil cultivation of more than two million years, what do you take me for?", he replied.
The two subordinates quickly knelt on the ground.
"No, we dare not, My Lord, but what about us?"
A silence followed.
"It's better if you both return to the Devil Realm and attend to your duties. There is still a long way before the final resurrection of the missing piece.", he finally replied, still facing away.
The two men understood that arguing would be of no use since they were facing the greatest and most powerful devil the world has seen in the past two and a half million years.
"Your wish shall be our command, My Lord. We would be obliged to be of help, at any time", the shorter between the two said.
Within the blink of an eye, both the men, teleported leaving away the black and purple smoke emitted by their dark spiritual powers.