Rouge POV:
Around a week after Gris beat Blanc and Bleu:
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A man with long, spiky bloody red hair that reached his waist and eyes to match, was standing on a balcony of his castle overlooking seemingly nothing. Seeming like some untouchable sentinel.
However, if one were to look closely, they would see the slight crease of his brow, conveying his worry about something. The man that calls himself 'King of Hell,' pride incarnate, someone who usually exudes boundless confidence like life is a game and he is the master, was worried....?
Rouge, before he could continue to fall deeper into his revery, heard a slight noise and felt a familiar aura appear suddenly behind him. Even with the slight worry he was portraying moments ago, he remained openly confident despite this. Then the quiet of the environment was broken by the signature small chuckle of a certain someone "My oh my, the great King of Hell is standing around here getting lost in daydreams while his kingdom gets overtaken by a mere dependant or is it rival now?" The man who just spoke so brazenly to one of the most powerful existences, was none other than Noir of course, he has been watching these events carefully over the last few years and has decided to pay Rouge a visit in light of Gris's recent actions.
Rouge turned around, in his usually relaxed and self assured manner, pointed to the two chairs and a table that was set up, before walking over leisurely and taking a graceful seat, crossing his legs and looking at Noir who followed. "I am merely strategizing, Gris has very much earnt my full attention, he has not let down my expectations in the slightest." Noir smirked, before saying "So this is all just a game to you? Why would you play by his rules and not yours?" Rouge seemed to ponder for a little while before saying "I never play by others rules, he may think that he has me cornered, but why would it matter if I was? I am the strongest and firstborn, Gris at best could fight me to a standstill. Besides, he has earned my respect for not cowering from me like the others, his way of doing things may not be how I operate, but that still doesn't mean that I will look down on him for that. No, the opposite, I am excited for what he will do next! For how he will go about overcoming me, haha, that will be fun to see indeed. I hope my rival can keep me entertained, Hell is very boring after all."
Noir seemed to read between the lines and spoke it aloud "Hmm" Noir hums before saying in an inquisitive manner "So, your pride will not allow you to admit your are worried? Worried what this anomaly will do next? Worried that he might actually be able to beat you? Worried that you might...die?"
BOOM!
Rouges Daemonic Haki exploded outward as the castle shook to its foundations and Noir ever whimsical and relaxed attitude faltered for a moment "YOU?!" He growled like a cornered beast king "You think I am worried? Scared even? You overreach your bounds Noir! I am Primordial Red, Rouge! Firstborn of the Primordial Daemons, King of Hell, and strongest of all! You think Gris is making me question myself or has me scared?! He is merely entertainment!!" The very air seemed to crack and still, as Rouges voice echoed like a thunderclap across the entire area.
Noir stood up as composed as he could under the circumstances, before bowing slightly and saying before disappearing into the distance "Of course not, I simply told it how I saw it..."
Rouge as he watched Noir retreat into the distance walked over to the railing of the balcony and grabbed it roughly, creating cracks "Shit!" He muttered, it seems maybe Noir has gotten to him, or perhaps, he has been lying to himself all along, blinded by pride.
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Centuries prior - as Gris was in the middle of being created:
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'Okay, now how to balance out the natural order? I guess the easiest thing to do is to just create an 8th Angel of Origin, I will need to use something to supplement the spirit of light just like I did before with the dark one....'
Suddenly as the mysterious existence was pondering on how he was going to go about the creation of an 8th Angel of Origin, his eyes, that seem to be able to pierce time and space, locked onto a soul, mysteriously from the same planet as the one he just allowed to enter his world.
As his sight cleared, what greeted him was some sort of city, tall brick and glass buildings, cars driving bumper to bumper, horns being beeped, and people rushing about getting on with their lives. He continued to zone in on the disturbance until his eyes landed on an alleyway, that had two dead and abandoned bodies, freshly killed it seems.
What surprised this existence, was the fact that one of the dead bodies was from the soul he just allowed to reincarnate into his world. However, more surprising than that was the other soul that was currently stuck in limbo, it never wished to go to another world, never wished for escape unlike the other soul. Although, it is now in limbo because of a deep seated desire of righteousness and a need for retribution...
The existence used one of his powers and looked into the souls history and life, many memories flooded his mind, as he easily sifted through them for the highlights. 'Happy family, grew up in a safe and upper-class neighbourhood, went to good schools, religious, parents paid for university, quite popular, believer in the fundamental premise of good and evil, moved to the city for a well paying job, above average performer.'
'Interesting, very interesting.' The entity said as he stopped reading the soul like a book 'the absolute opposite to the other soul in everyway, why didn't the system pick her up? Well, I know it was not meant to operate yet in terms of reincarnation, until civilisation was ready that is, but still.... Maybe because she was not as desperate and fixated on wanting to escape, she was content with her life, she did not desire to leave this planet.'
'Now though, she is very much stuck in limbo because of the the way she died? From her memories, I can see why, poor girl, to go out like that. Very well, I will make you into the 8th Angel of Origin... Zadkiel, Lord of Righteousness.'
'And maybe selfishly on my part, please for the love of me, I hope you two give me a show of an eon!'
'I am in need of entertainment and you two seem like the perfect souls to do just that! Hmm, which side should I take? No, no, no, I cannot do that.' The entity seemed to laugh lightly at his seeming immaturity.