Salvos

Chapter 607: Devilish Diva

607. Devilish Diva

Samuels eyes blinked open. He saw the rifts vanishing from the skies above. He watched as millions of tiny dark globules floated up to the sky, inking the crimson dome overhead. He looked on as the ground shifted as Reconstruction began.

The Netherworld itself trembled, and the white rocks littering the ground seemed to vibrate in place. Samuel could feel each and every slight vibration of the earth from where he lay. It was unsettling. Uncomfortable. Unbearable. But he didnt move.

He couldnt move. His mouth refused to listen to him, and he failed to stop his fingers from twitching. A pool of dark liquid continued to spread from his back to his feet.

Samuel was bleeding. He was dying. A hole filled his chest as he gasped out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes flickered, and he watched as tiny droplets of his own blood spilled to the sky, floating up and glimmering with a crimson glare, before becoming one with the clouds.

I

He whispered as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. And when he opened his eyes once more, he saw it. The sky shook a crack ripped across the sky. There, above the forming clouds, two figures danced.

Samuel could barely make out their shapes from the distance between them. But he knew what they looked like. He had seen them up-close, and that was why he was in his current state. The sky rippled as the dancing figures clashed, unleashing a shockwave that shook the dimensional fabric of all the Netherworld.

It was a silent battle. No booming explosions, and no massive craters. It was part of a ball that wove in and out of this world. Their figures seemed to vanish, then returned, only to disappear once more. Each time they reappeared, the sky rippled like it was the surface of a lifeblood lake being battered by the falling rain.

When Samuel saw this, he could barely understand what was happening. All he knew was one thing

This was a battle between Worldwalkers, and he was a mere Lesser Demon. He should not have been in their presence, but for whatever reason, here he was. So with a tired sighed, he closed his eyes and resolved himself. If he survived, he was going to be like them.

Samuel was going to become a god.

And the fighting continued.

I know you think me foolish for trusting a man called the Trickster, but you must understand, my dear daughter the situation was far more complex than that.

Sal leant back as my brows snapped together. I heard his words I listened to what he said. But I was still confused by it. I glanced towards Haec, however he looked even more perplexed than I was. Neither my companion nor his friends even knew what a Worldwalker was, let alone who Trico was supposed to be.

So I was the only one who was even partially informed on what my dad was saying.

Complex how?

I crossed my arms, peering into his dark eyes.

He betrayed you! He was a Worldwalker and theyre the ones who ruined the Nexeus! I dont see how it can be any more complicated than that.

Well, for one, my dear daughter, what you know of the Worldwalkers from the Kobolds is wrong.

Sal smiled at me as he held my gaze. I blinked.

What?

I asked, and he nodded simply.

The Kobolds have done a better job at remembering the history of our world than any other Species in the Mortal Realm, but the history they have written is very much different from what happened.

He rose to his feet and spun around. He faced the crimson sky above as I exchanged a glance with Haec.

Reality is often complex, and those who record history forget that. After all, the Kobolds claimed that it was the Worldwalkers who tore the fabric of our world apart that their Dragons were the ones who repelled them to save the Nexeus.

No, my dear daughter. We did not worship the Worldwalkers. Far from it, actually.

He grinned, spreading his arms wide.

We went to war with them.

Fuck, shit, fuck

The first Worldwalker cursed as he was held into the air by his opponent. His face was cracked, and he couldnt break out from her grasps. She raised a finger and aimed for his head.

Trico the Trickster.

Samuel heard the tinny voice as it echoed all around him. He could barely make out the figure of the second Worldwalker. All he saw was that she had a single feathered wing onyx black, and like it was made of stone. She had many eyes, and a metal mask covering the lower half of her face. Her skin was light gray, and she had four arms.

I have had enough of your pranks. I am not letting you mess with my vacation plans ever again.

Come on, Via! You cant be serious, right? Who even goes to Peridose C89 anyway? Its a shithole universe! You should come with me to Elisium instead. Itll be much more fun!

Vias many eyes narrowed, and her grip on Tricos neck tightened. He squirmed as he tried to break free. But she was too strong.

And be killed by Solium? You do realize he has gone insane? We are not True Gods even the creator of a lesser universe can kill us both with the snap of a finger.

But thats the fun part urk, youre squeezing too tight!

Trico tried to laugh, but he could only choke as the second Worldwalker refused to let go. She stepped forward and raised him higher as she spoke.

If you wish to get yourself killed, then I can grant your wish.

A glinting appeared at the tip of Vias finger, and his eyes went wide. He thrashed in her grip, raising both of his hands in surrender.

Wait, wait, wait! You cant be serious, right? You do realize Ill die die if you kill me here, right?

That is the point, correct.

Via nodded as the iridescent glow of the powerful aura coalescing at her fingertips shone brighter. Trico cursed as he waved his hands in the air.

I yield! I yield! I

And he paused when he caught sight of a figure lying just ahead. At the very top of the crater lay Samuel. This entire time, even as both Worldwalkers conversed, he had been watching listening in disbelief.

The young [Fiend] never imagined he would ever have seen a Worldwalker up close, let alone hear their conversation. But now, he had. And even more than that, he had drawn the attention of one of them.

Trico stopped squirming as he held Samuels gaze. Slowly, the Worldwalker nodded, speaking without a mouth.

Hey.

A voice echoed in Samuels mind. Via didnt seem to notice it. It was communicated directly to the young [Fiend]. He blinked a few times as he raised his head.

W-what? he could barely even muster up the thought.

And the stars on Tricos body sparkled as he asked Samuel a simple question.

Ever wondered what its like to kill a Worldwalker?