Chaos Crown

Chapter 615, Zariel's Redemption

Zariel's state after her fall was very different from the beautiful and holy Seraph of the past. The fallen angel, who originally had sky-blue hair like a waterfall, became bald, with only a circle of fire burning with the flames of hell on his head. His beautiful and bright eyes, which were originally covered with silk to symbolize justice for all, became blood-red eyeballs, with smoky eyeliner and two black tear marks, and many golden rings on his slender elf ears.

Aaron stood in front of Zariel with his hands behind his back. After being deified, Aaron's body became slightly transparent, and the golden law ring and star pattern inside his body could be seen from beneath his surface. There was a slight hint of indescribable chaos in his eyes, which were looking into the distance, but there was a layer of golden halo around his eyes.

Aaron's pupils dilated slightly at the failure of the legendary charm spell.

With Aaron's successful deification, his charm, which is the most important attribute, has reached the pinnacle of the power of gods, and also the pinnacle of extraordinary charisma!

Would such a charming effect fail?
This shows that not only is Zariel a very Khorne angel, her Charm attribute is also quite Slaanesh, Slaanesh enough to be on par with her own Charisma attribute.

Interesting, no wonder you are the angel that Khorne's good brother wants.

I want you more.

At this time, Zariel's black wings were nailed behind his back by Sulenma's moonlight spear, and his originally dark hell armor was also stripped off. Only a few strips of cloth were left to protect his important parts. His body was fixed firmly on the tilted velvet bed in the shape of a "cross".

The waist was also locked with a chain full of forbidden power, leaving no room for movement.

Hearing Aaron's appearance, the extremely angry Zariel couldn't help but want to curse Aaron's shamelessness, but with a ball gag in her mouth, she could only make monotonous echoes of "wuwuwuwu" and "no". The voice of the fallen angel could be heard in the corridor very clearly and vividly. If someone could follow the sound at this moment and open the tightly closed door, they would see Zariel's despair and helplessness.

"Uh uh uh~ Uh uh, no… wuuuu."

A slight struggle made Zariel feel the pain of burning soul. Her long legs were crossed and rubbed against each other vigorously. She clenched her fists first and then let go of her hands powerlessly, revealing her shoulders with a slight hint of hell red. Her seductive armpits were soft, smooth and tender. The rich sweat fragrance of a mature woman filled her armpits with fragrance. The cloth strips on her body had been soaked with sweat because of repeated torture by the laws. The warrior's muscular body became somewhat transparent under the contrast of the cloth strips, revealing the deep ravine between her muscular peaks, and a few soft waves leaking out of the opening. A fleshy mark became the dividing line between clothes and flesh, and also pushed Zariel's mature and plump temperament as a former Seraph and a heroic and unyielding captured female warrior to the extreme.

Feeling the clear intention of rejection, Aaron sighed: "Who do you think is willing to give you another chance? Wake up, Zariel, if it weren't for Eleanor's pleading, I could have separated all your essence and your soul, and I could have directly obtained a new, flawless Seraph."

"I didn't do that because I thought you could still be saved." Aaron smiled bitterly and shook his head. "You should still remember the holy flying elephant Lulu. She got lost in Avernus and was eventually caught by the devil merchant. You could have killed her and completely cut off all possibilities of returning to heaven, but you didn't."

Zariel's struggle came to an abrupt halt, and the slender former Devil Archduke turned his head away. Although her eyes were blindfolded, she knew Aaron was looking at her.

Although he felt a little guilty, Zariel turned his head away and snorted coldly, expressing his disdain.

However, Aaron's next move made Zariel's whole body tense.

Aaron's fingers gently touched Zariel's lower abdomen, sliding slightly along the smooth, sweaty crimson skin. He seemed to be drawing some pattern, and a strange and slightly cool divine power penetrated into her body through her skin. At the same time, he whispered like a devil, a call from the abyss: "I'm not kidding, Zariel, I first made a deal with Bayer. I promised to give him a chance to overthrow you. In return, he would support my actions to capture you."

"I have an appointment with the great devil Raphael. I promised him that he could import some goods from me. In return, he would reveal some information about your sword and Eleanor's whereabouts. I know that no matter how stupid you are, you will not easily believe the reports of Bayer and the Eight Demon Generals, but Raphael is the son of Mephistopheles. He is a medal for successfully planning the trip to the abyss. Add to that the genuine value of the Zariel Sword and Eleanor's hair. You will think it is worth a try."

Aaron's finger slowly slid down until it reached the right spot and poked it gently. "I'm really not kidding, Zariel, have you ever heard of personality drainage? Draw out your soul and consciousness completely."

The fallen angel was really scared this time. She slightly arched her body, trying to avoid Aaron's fingers. Although she didn't understand what Aaron said, she could tell that it was definitely not a good thing!
"I have sent Rose to the Four Chaos Gods. Zariel, you don't want to be like Rose, with your limbs cut off and hung on my four good brothers like a bellyband, right?" Aaron continued to add to the pressure.

Zariel's body was shaking, and he lost his previous toughness and just remained silent.

"Oh, by the way, you can talk now." Aaron retracted his fingers and took off the ball gag and blindfold for Zariel.

Three parts fear, three parts anger, and some inexplicable emotions, Zariel raised his head and looked at Aaron's charismatic face with an indescribable masculine aura: "Impossible, I will not yield to you, my life belongs to me, whether you want to make me perish or take away my divinity, godhead and body, I will never yield!"

"It was my own decision to fall into Hell. Whether it was Mount Heaven, Joseph's Garden, or the Star King's Court, I was disappointed with them. The Seven Fierce Orders of Heaven and the Six Lords of Gadin, they just looked down on all living beings from a high position and never really wanted to protect mortals!" Zariel gritted his teeth and said, "You have also witnessed the bloody battle in the abyss. If it weren't for you gods escaping, how could there be Baator Hell? How could there be something like Yeenoghu!"

"I will not leave the bloody battle. If I leave the bloody battle, hell will lose a quasi-divine power, and the multiverse will have to face millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of abyss demons! One day I will kill my way into the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains, into the bottomless abyss, and settle accounts for the sins of Yeenog and those abyss demons!"

"I have not fallen into the clutches of evil. My legion and I stand between mortals and the abyss! I have shouldered the heavy responsibility of the universe, and I will and will definitely fulfill my sacred mission to the end!"

Aaron was moved by Zariel's firm attitude.

"Zariel, I know you have sacrificed a lot for the mortals of the kingdom and have made great efforts." Aaron put his hands behind his back, "It's not your fault that we were defeated in Hell in the end. It was Eltoril and his group of Hell Knights who were afraid that the demons would enter the mortal world through the portal, so... I promise, if you are willing to repent, I will let the Pantheon and the Kingdom of Tianyu forgive you."

"...Eleanor is a good girl, you have to treat her well." Zariel interrupted Aaron and said, "As for me, I lost. You can do whatever you want. You are a treacherous man, a Chaos God, despicable and shameless! You are the eagle of the Four Gods, why are you talking nonsense? Don't you have any self-awareness about how you rose to power?"

Aaron raised his eyebrows at what Zariel said. No wonder it was said that when he was the Seraph, Zariel was a hot-tempered angel. After seeing him today, it turned out to be true.

"The fate of mortals is valuable only if they are in control of themselves. You kill thousands of abyss demons in bloody battles every day, causing countless souls to fall into the abyss? You attack the demon defense line of the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains again and again, causing the abyss lords to do harm?" Aaron said softly, "Besides, you always say that you are fighting against the abyss, so aren't the gnolls mortals? To them, Yeenog is not a symbol of evil. He is the patron saint who gives them living space and food."

Zariel said nothing, she also knew that her theory had flaws.

"I didn't expect you to love mortals so much. It's a pity that this is just a narrow love." Aaron took out two things: "It seems that we can't reach an agreement."

The first was an oversized syringe filled with a purple gel-like substance.

The second one was a Holy Axe of Judgment with the runes of Khorne printed on it. The axe blade was full of notches, and the painful screams of the god's body being torn apart could be faintly heard from it.

"Choose one for yourself: accept the excretion of your personality, or end your 20,000 years of life here."

At this moment, Zariel still couldn't help shaking, but she didn't give in: "I have lived for 1000 years, and the life of mortals is very short. Even for elves, it is rare to live for more than years. It can end like this, what else can I be dissatisfied with?" "Kill me if you want, chop me if you want! I'm not afraid of you!" Zariel screamed: "I, Avernus, only have fallen angels, no repentant people! I have no regrets in my life!"

There are only fallen angels, but no repentant ones?
Aaron thought that it was indeed Zariel, a beautiful angel who was extremely well-known among the many Seraphim messengers, missed by countless mortals, and whom Eleanor could not forget after only meeting her once.

What a brave and strong angel! Perhaps in her opinion, she was just practicing justice in a different way and she had done nothing wrong.

"Then I'll make the choice." Aaron picked up the oversized syringe. "Too bad, I can't just let you die like this."

"Well!"

Zariel closed her eyes, and with a slight tingling sensation, a strange feeling of fullness gradually came from her body, and her belly gradually bulged.

ended.

However, just as Zariel was waiting for the result, she suddenly discovered that Aaron had pulled out his Moonlight Spear and untied his ropes!

"Huh?" Zariel suddenly jumped up from the bed. She did not rashly try to attack Aaron because, let alone her current state, even in her prime, she could not be Aaron's opponent.

But this did not prevent Zariel from looking at Aaron with a puzzled look while sticking out his belly: "Why?"

"As expected... you are as strong-willed and loyal as the legend says. When I was still a mortal, Aaron Salian also admired you very much, my angel!" Aaron put down the empty syringe and bowed deeply to Zariel: "Today I finally understand everything. I was offended by what happened before. I hope you can forgive my offense and accept my confession."

Does he understand me?
Does he understand my ideals? Does he know my ambitions? Does he understand my helpless choices?

Zariel was stunned.

"Your achievements over the past 20,000 years are well known to everyone. It's a pity to follow someone like Asmodeus. You've also seen that a bloody battle will not fundamentally change the structure of the multiverse. Your battle against the abyss demons has no practical significance. It's a pity to waste your life and fighting power on this matter."

"If you follow me, it will be completely different. I am the fifth god of chaos. I have power that is definitely greater than Asmodeus. I can kill through the Abyss. I can easily defeat the Undead Lord Orcus and destroy Graz'zt. If you follow me, it will be easy to kill Yeenoghu. And I am committed to maintaining the balance of the multiverse. If you follow me and become my angel, isn't that much better than being the Grand Duke of Hell?"

After saying that, Aaron took off his purple-gold robe of law and put it on Zariel. "In the future, I will have to fight with my four good brothers. I need your strength, Zariel. Please, for the sake of Eleanor and Lulu, for the sake of the Kingdom of Sky and the multiverse not being eroded by the four gods of chaos, can you help me?"

"Please." Aaron bent over again.

“Please, Master Zariel.” Da Longlong thought that this was at least a quasi-divine power, so I should bow as well: “You are very important to us.”

Zariel was completely stunned. She only felt that a grand blueprint was slowly unfolding in front of her.

Aaron was right. Isn't Aaron, the Lord of Chaos Reincarnation who holds [Chaos], [Killing] and [Conflict], more promising than Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells?

Moreover, he has already humbled himself like this...

Just as Zariel hesitated, the surrounding walls suddenly collapsed.

Priest lady Eleanor, Zariel's Holy Flying Elephant Lulu, the Eltoril Hell Knight who once fought with her, and the members of the Harpist Alliance led by Samir gathered together and knelt on one knee.

Eleanor had already cried so hard that she couldn't speak. The pastor called out Zariel's name: "We made a promise, we made a promise, my angel! You shouldn't be like this now. Promise me, come back, okay?"

After saying that, Eleanor held up the sword of Zariel in both hands, with a strand of sky blue hair placed on the sword.

Faced with the final angel, Hanabi, and his own true nature, Zariel hesitated.

She found that she seemed to have no reason to refuse.

All the steps were ready, all the reasons were found, Aaron's blueprint was drawn up, and he had promised her ideal. There was no going back to Baator, and she was no longer Grand Duke Avernus.

"I missed an appointment, I know it, Eleanor, I did."

An extremely strong angel had his softest spot touched: "How dare a defeated general accept such a gift? I... I... I understand your request, but... I have already..."

Eleanor moved her knees and pushed the Sword of Zariel forward one step.

Zariel's hand trembled as it reached for the gleaming hilt of her sword. Her fingers brushed the blade once more, and her face twisted as the brilliant light burned her flesh. As she grasped the hilt, she gasped in pain, and then, shedding tears of confusion, sorrow, and the joy of enlightenment, she uttered a vow.

"I, Zariel, pray for myself before the Light of Justice. If it still accepts me, I vow to wield this sword once again and fight for justice."

The words of the Devil Archduke echoed in the air. After a moment's silence, she glanced upward anxiously and hesitantly.

Zariel was then bathed in a brilliant wave of dazzling light. Her flaming halo disappeared, feathers sprouted from her leather wings, and she was washed clean of all her demonic features, returning to her angelic body!

The former Seraph is back!