Chapter 10
The atmosphere inside the cave became tense. The bloodlust that Zaratul was exuding was something Voldrack had never experienced, even if that was the case he was not afraid to fight even if death was guaranteed
"You said you would introduce yourself properly after we took care of the possible threat", Maverick broke the silence thus disturbing the stare down that was happening between the two demons
Hearing the statement, Zaratul gave Voldrack one last look before kneeling before Maverick who was sitting on a rock.
"As you have named me, I am Zaratul, your servant. I am a demon that chose to follow your mother from the moment she fell from heaven"
There was a short moment of silence as Maverick tried to wrap his head around the words that had come out of Zaratul's mouth.
"My mother fell from heaven?"
"What do you mean, a demon that chose to follow her?" Maverick asked in succession.
"It is exactly as I have said sire, when your mother and her fellow royals/angles lost the war in heaven and were cast on earth, me and my fellow demons decided to follow her as servants and right-hand man that will do their bidding"
"During the fight and the fall her soul was damaged so she had no choice but to enter a sort of hibernation while she tried to recover, she went into hibernation for a few millennia but in the end she saw that she wasn't healing and was fated to die anyways, that's how she chose to have you sire, the heir to the throne of fate."
"She decided to leave an heir with the ability to claim the throne before the heavens could produce a new angle that could control fate"
"But during your birth, heaven intervened which then resulted in the quickened death of your mother"
"The heavens sent angles to kill your mother in her weakened state and to kill you too, I was tasked to protect you to the best of my abilities but in the end, I also got hurt and had to place your soul in a human body to mask and hide your presence as I recovered"
This kind of left maverick shocked, this was information he couldn't have imagined in all his years or wildest dream
"You mean to tell me that I am a child of a fallen angel?"
"Yes sire"
"You are now known as 'The angle of fate Ouroboros' or more correctly the 'Demon of fate' since you are technically not an angle"
Voldrak who was standing to the side was so shocked by the information that was being shared that he couldn't even utter a sound.
It had been officially confirmed that Maverick was a Royal Demon, the epitome of all the demons, the kings, the originals.
It's one thing if it remained as his guess but now it had been confirmed it just made gave him the shock of his life.
Maverick wasn't too shocked, not because he knew that he was an angle but because he had decided to adopt a new mind set, he had decided that no matter the situation he was to always be a level- and cool-headed demon.
"So, are you a noble demon?" Maverick asked out of curiosity
"No, my lord I am not; we are what the nobles call Primordial demons"
"Primordial demons? Explain clearly"
Maverick asked, he wasn't sure, but Voldrack might have mentioned them before, hearing of these types of demons at the same time being faced to face with one. He had to take this opportunity to get a clear explanation
"Yes sire; we are the progenitors, the real demons that came before what is now referred to as noble demons, some demons usually mistake us for Royal, but we are not, we are sons and daughters of angles and man. The angles that came from heaven and indulged in the pleasures of earth had children which the gods considered as unholy and abominations, we were neither humans nor were we angles. We were giants that roamed the earth with no place to belong. We were cursed by the gods to roam the earth as enemies to every being that lived on this earth and when our lives ended, we did not have a place to go back to, so we were cursed. The curse was being spirits filled with desires such as hunger, thirst, wrath, sorrow, pride, greed, lust, sloth and so on, without the bodies to satisfy those desires, we were wondering calamities."
"When your mother and her fellow angles were cast out of the heavens, my brothers and sisters chose who they were willing to follow as masters."
Zaratul explained to maverick in a short but straight to the point way. Although to be honest Maverick still had some question and needed some explanations, he decided to ask a few questions now and leave some for later
"So, you are the only one that is left from all those that chose to follow my mother?"
"No sire, there are four more other than me making it five of us"
"Where are they?"
"They are still roaming here on earth waiting for you to summon them sire"
"What are their names?"
"You haven't given them any yet, but they are known as four horsemen, or some call them by their colours"
"Do you mean the four horseman that represent the end times in the bible"
"I don't know many details in that regard, but I suppose that they are the ones."
Hearing the explanation Maverick sat silent for some time before he spoke again
"First and foremost, we are not on earth at the moment so I can't call on them"
"I kind of figured that when I saw your appearance my lord. If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up coming to hell. You had chosen to recover on earth rather than hell"
"I was killed and them he took my soul and placed it into this body" Maverick answered as he pointed at Voldrack and Zaratul looked at him and asked a question.
"Did you see who killed my lord?"
"Yes, I did, it was his brother, or should I say the brother of the body his highness was in"
"What did you do to the killer, surely you killed him. Right?"
"No, I did n-'' before he even finished his sentence Voldrack heard a clank as if metal was being struck against a hard surface before he felt his hand slide off and hitting the ground with a thud and a gush of blood began to spray the wall, he was standing next to.
He looked at his hand and at the shoulder where his hand was supposed to be before he looked at Zaratul who had a Kusanagi grass-cutter sword in his hand. It was a black and purple blade that looked like it was made of some kind of rear metal, it was about 70 cm long. The handle or hilt was black, and it had no guard, the whole blade was exuding a sharp aura that seemed like it could cut space and time
The shock that was displayed on Voldrack's face showed that he had not expect that to happen better, yet he hadn't even felt the sword cutting him. Had it not been for the thud sound that came from his hand hitting the ground he would have not known that he was missing a hand.
The pain that assaulted him after realising that Zaratul had cut his hand made him scream and kneel as he placed his other hand on his shoulder as if he was trying to stop the bleeding.
"Why did you do that, what did I do to deserve t-"
"It's thanks to sire that you are still alive otherwise I would have killed you had he not instructed that I spare your life"
A sigh escaped mavericks' mouth as he stood up and walked towards Voldrack who was still trying to endure the pain. He bent down and picked the hand. He them placed the severed hand onto Voldrack's shoulder and he spoke
"It seems like you do not like him at all"
"Yes, my lord, I feel like he is after something, he has ulterior motives for being near you my lord, the fact that he did not kill your brother seems fishy"
"Come heal his hand"
Maverick asked Zaratul to heal Voldrack's hand.