"No!" Lucifer growled tremendously with blazing red eyes. His fury eyes flickered around in shock as he stared at the flames surrounding his throne, his claws tightened in deep anger, his long hair radiated so many powers that the mighty room shook to his wrath.
"No!" He roared again turning his gaze to the five princes of hell who bowed their heads in fright as no one dared to look up at his face.
Lucifer walked towards the center of the huge room, a cold sensation filled everywhere as each demon present turned their face away in panic.
"This can't be happening!" Lucifer howled intensively, his red blazing eyes glittering around in disbelief, "A mortal" he mumbled, his forehead twisting in confusion mixed with rage, "A Mere Mortal!" He screamed throwing a ball of fire in rage, his breath panting in turmoil.
He turned back to the five princes who gasp in fear, their bodies shivering. Lucifer glanced at each one of them as he studied their faces, he walked slowly towards them, balls of fire emitting from his hands, black smoke springing out of his ears.
"Fools! blistering bottomless fools!" He yelled in resentment as he threw a ball fire at a side of the room which began to burn massively.
"A mere mortal killed Abadon, my greatest demon of destruction, my demon of pain and havoc, No! Impossible!" He breathed heavily, his horns suddenly emitting from his head.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on Belphegor whose beauty radiated, her long black hair swung in delight, decorated with adorned splendor.
Lucifer walked towards her with a smirk on his face, with deadly eyes, he held her neck glaring deeply into those green eyes of her, her enchanting face staring at him in fright. Slowly, Lucifer scanned her naked body and firm breast which was evil enough to tempt any man, gradually, his eyes fell to her sword behind her, apart from her seductive powers, she is very skilled, her sword filled with a poisonous liquid that can kill any mortal. With a pleasing expression, Lucifer looked up at her face, a smile of pleasure appearing on his face. He drew her closer to him, his hand wrapped around her neck, with harsh red eyes on her, his grip tightened as she closed her eyes groaning in pain, "I want you to go, find me that priest, kill him and bring his soul to me! You must succeed Belphegor! Nothing else!" Lucifer ordered with great sovereignty, his lips depended into an evil smirk of death.
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Filippo yawned tiredly, his stretched but sleepy eyes scanned the map in his hand as he walked further, his feet hovering on dry leaves, the sound echoed throughout the woods. He looked up at the moon which shone brightly enriching him with light enough for him to pass through the night. The cry of a wild animal echoed filling his ear, Filippo turned around to the direction the noise came from, his sleepy eyes taking the best of him.
Getting to a spot under the foot of a mighty tree with enough branches and leaves. Filippo sat rubbing his tired eyes, his legs aching from hours of walking.
Placing his bag on his lap, his sword tightly by his side, the sound of cricket vibrating through the woods.
Gradually, his eyes began to close as they were not able to hold on any longer, his mouth yawning in fatigue.
The night was cold and calm, a leaf fell from the tree down to his face, with sleepy eyes, he shoved the leaf from his face, his hand holding firmly to his sword. His breathing was steady, his chest sprunting up and down to the sound of his heartbeat.
Suddenly, a thick cloud appeared in the sky covering the moon, the night became so void, filled with nothing but darkness. Filippo laid still in deep sleep not aware of what is approaching, his heart breathing in pleasure. The cloud became darker, powerful dark patches formed in the sky, a part of it turned red as blood as its liquid trickled down from the cloud forming a cluster of thick blood, a gentle breeze began to blow.
"Filippo" Gabrielle whispered tapping him gently, her moist hand on his skin as she stared at the sleeping priest.
"Filippo" she whispered again taping his hand roughly this time. Immediately, his eyes flew wide open, a powerful wind began to blow, quickly he stood up and looked at his side realizing that Gabrielle was gone. Filippo glanced up at the sky with enlarged eyes, the sky was fully bloodened, suddenly, a drop of blood began to fall upon earth as rain, the mighty wind became fierce without caution. Holding his bag tightly across his shoulder, his sword by his side, Filippo held unto the tree as support not to be thrown away by the severe wind, the breeze passing through his face, his lips vibrating to its torment.
Instantly, he heard a large noise which erupted, a strong dust flew in the air covering his face with sand. Coughing as he spat out the sand in his mouth, his eyes itching as dust flew into them. The wind stopped immediately dropping him heavily to the ground as he hits his back groaning in pain.
Immediately, he saw thick black smoke which appeared in front of him. The thick smoke grew bigger, a powerful smell filling the woods.
Filippo narrowed his eyes in curiosity, he tried to know what's happening, to his surprise, a figure sprung out of the black smoke. A lady, naked and filled with so much evil and beauty. Her hair, black and long that it reached her feet. Her eyes were stern and deadly as her beautiful face held nothing but wickedness on it. She stood before him without clothes, her naked breasts stood firmly with majesty, her perfect long legs and perfectly curvy hips that were dangerously toxic for a human to glimpse at.
A frown appeared on Filippo's face as she ambled towards him with great confidence, no sign of friendliness or mercy in her eyes. She brought her hand closer to her face shoving her hair behind her ear, her red polish nails glittering in resplendence.
Her scent, familiar, brought so much heat to his body just like Abadon's except that her's is more feminine radiating sin.
Filippo stood up, his hand touching his sword as he peered at her, everything about her is so evil, he could feel it in him. He senses great power emitting from her, a power harsher than the female demon who tried tempting him days ago, this lady here is far powerful just like Abadon.
"Who are you?" Filippo implored drastically, his utterance hardened, her sight disgusting him.
A smirk appeared on Belphegor's lips as she stepped closer to the mortal before her. She scanned him with harsh eyes, "He sure looks handsome but not so brave as she imagined" she mumbled to herself, her stare fixed on him.
"You don't have to ask such questions boy," Belphegor asserted, her voice, thick and stern with uneasiness in it.
With doubt, Filippo moved backward, not leaving his gaze from her as she approached him, "I ask a question which needs an answer" he noted harshly, "You don't seem ordinary to me" he acknowledges, his eyes searching her's.
An evil chuckle escaped her lips, her eyes filled with delight, "Oh, dear mortal" she let out in a mockery tone, "You are so wise and foolish at the same time. Wise because you can detect an immortal from a mortal and foolish for embarking on such a task, thinking you will come out of it alive" she smirked, her green eyes sparkled in a thrill, "Killing you will be so easy" she concluded with a wide smile, her body glowing in full force.
Filippo's face hardened, anger rising in him, "Darkness and light have nothing in common, you might harm my flesh but you can never tamper with my soul" he declared with so much vigorousness that made Belphegor eyes flickered in anger.
"I see" Belphegor mumbled with an evil and fury smirk. Slowly she looked down at the sword by his side, "You think that with the sword of immortality in your hand, you can kill any demon" she let out a chuckle, "Don't deceive yourself, little boy!" Her green eyes flickered at him.
A smile appeared on Filippo's face, " I can sense fear in someone already" he announced in a mockery tone, a little laugh escaping his lips, " Don't be scared, I will kill you softly in a way that you won't feel any pain at all because I don't only have the sword of powers with me but the spirit of the host who lives in me" he raised an eyebrow in affirmation, the smirk stunned to his lips.
His mockery words pierced through her heart as thick black smoke emitted from her nose. Immediately, her eyes exuded a powerful bright light that was so blinding. The force from the light was so strong that it threw Filippo to a tree nearby, his body hitting it fiercely.
Filippo groaned in pain, his hand over his head shoving his face away from the radiating light. Immediately, he felt someone pulled him up with a strong grip, he turned to look and sighted Belphegor's face reddened in anger. With rage, she threw him to a strong tree nearby with full force. Filippo hits his head fiercely as blood trickled down to his lips, the leaves on the tree falling to his face. Looking up, a sword fling past through him hitting his chest, with broadened eyes, Filippo looked down at his chest and was shocked, right on his chest stood his necklace crucifix which the sword hit, not a scratch was seen on his skin.
Instantly deep anger accumulated in him, with a mighty roar, Filippo brought out his sword, and immediately with a strike, he cut off the head of Belphegor which bounced heavily to the ground, a loud noise filling the woods, her blood dripping down his sword. Filippo held unto his ears with his hands, the loud sound vibrated strongly, directly, the ground before him collapsed, Belphegor's body going down with it, her head turning into dust as it fades away.
Filippo moved to the other part of the woods with enlarged eyes, he stared at the ground which began to sprunt out a hot liquid of blazing red fire. Quickly he ran towards his bag, picked it up, and trotted deep into the woods, the liquid fire spreading further.
"Run Filippo, few feet away from here is the dessert that will lead you to the gate of the underworld" Gabrielle whispered to him. With great strength, Filippo turned back and saw the liquid fire coming greatly towards him, quickly, he ran further, his heart beating faster in anxiety. His heart began to pound, he strained his eyes, few feet away from him stood a desert, just as Gabrielle said. Sighting the dessert, full-strength settled in him, the fire getting closer, with full speed, he ran into the desert, the fire halted instantly at end of the woods.
Panting heavily, Filippo turned back and watch the woods burn brightly, smoke filling the air. With full attention, he turns his stare to the desert which he stood on. Gulping hard as he glanced around, the desert looked exactly like the one in his dream. Enriched with determination, he shifted the thought away, Filippo looked down at the sword in his hand, thick black dust falling from it. With a relieved sigh, he brought out a napkin from his bag and gently cleaned it. Carefully he placed the sword back to his side, looked up, the desert wind filling him, with a stern expression, he began to journey deeper with full spirit.
"The underworld is near Filippo, you are almost there" Gabrielle whispered to him, her words filling his ears.