Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 596 A Bland Sight

"The battlefield is getting bland," looking through the towering castle windows, Mundus's eyes could see past his castle walls, several several miles away. Who was he? The son of the deceased Satan, the one he personally kicked and kicked off before taking the throne as one of the 7 Princes of Hell. And who was there to help him make his dreams come true? Of course it was his dear mother Lilith. Of course, just like any loving son, he paid her back by stabbing her too in the back. It was amazing that while dying, she was smiling proudly, seeing how much he had grown. Indeed, if someone can pull you up, they can also pull you down. So why else such a powerful and uncertain chess piece by your side, even if it's your very own mother? The underworld was a cold and brutal place. Of course, all children are born from the abyss. However, if 2 creatures truly want offspring of their own, they are to mate on a special area within the abyss nest. There, one of the creatures would get pregnant and even give birth to their child in just 1 day. After which, their child must remain in the abyss with the many other children to fight his way out. Of course, parents will mark their children with their scent and other hidden aspects, so they can recognize their children when they successfully crawl out. Many times when people mention the Abyss, they don't know just how huge it was. The abyss had many 'Hearts,' each heart being the size of 4 mortal cities, with several underground levels too. Thousands and millions of creatures are birthed every day. Similarly, thousands and millions also die in this cruel underworld. Of course, the children upon birth, will have to fight their way from the far bottom levels, to the surface if they want to escape and prove that they can survive in the underworld. Some hearts have 47 levels below the surface, and some hearts have just 39 levels. However, the difficulty of escaping one level for newly born babies, was not any easy feat. They must instinctively learn to fend for themselves and find food, however way possible. Some rotting trees do beat fruit down there, and some babies do fall to their deaths over jagged cliffs and whatnot. And what that happens, the rest would gather around and eat the flesh of the dead, as if eating barbecued ribs. Like so, he, Mundus, crawled out from the Abyss and was immediately recognized and taken to his father's domain by his mother Lilith. Long story short, from birth on day 1 till now, he remembers everything he has ever done. And though it took him an eternity to reach the top and successfully destroy his father, Mundus felt it wasn't enough. He wanted it all! Why should there be 7 Princes of Hell? Why not just 1? (V~V)

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Mundus licked his wind-blown hair with a stoic expression on his dashing face. "Is it bland because we are neither winning nor losing, m' Lord?" A lesser handsome man in a ponytail questioned. "You could say that," Mundus replied, slowly retracting his gaze from the faraway battlefield. "Something is off."

Creatures still call them new princes because although they have ruled for millions of years, their tenure was nowhere near their predecessors who ruled for billions and billions of years.

Leviathan (Prince of Envy), Satan (Wrath) and Asmodeus (Lust) had been killed ages ago and replaced.

Lucifer (Prince of Pride), Belphegor (sloth), Mammon (greed)... and Beelzebub (Gluttony) were all that were left. 3 New princes vs 4 Old Princes. The war was intense but very stagnant... too stagnant if you ask him.

"Nicodemou, we must prepare for the worst. Because once they return, I'm afraid this battle might come to an adult end." It seems the enemy is holding back, so they too must keep an ace up their sleeves in preparations for the worst. Mundus clenched his fists, his eyes now flashing a deep crimson color. He, Mundus, refuses to lose this war against his uncles!