"My lord" Beelzebub acknowledged not looking up at Lucifer whose angry eyes blazed brightly, his long sharp claws glowed with flames of fire.
"The mortal priest has killed Belphegor and he is heading towards here, What should we do my lord?" she inquired with a tensed voice, her bangles dangling as the jingle sound filled the room.
The sound of the jingling bangles irritated Lucifer as his eyes blazed dangerously
"Silence!" He roared giving her a deadly stare. Quickly embodied in fear, Beelzebub removed the bangles and destroyed them immediately with a burning smoke of blue flames.
Looking away from her, with deep anger, Lucifer tapped the edge of his mighty throne, his horns elongating from his head as his long black hair flowed radiating sovereignty.
"Let him come" he declared to the surprise of the demons who glared at themselves in shock not saying a word wondering if they heard him right.
An evil smirk appeared on Lucifer's face, he rested on his throne, filled with pride, gently, he brought his claws to his face admiring them one after the other. "Yes, let him come. I can see that the prophecy wants to play games with me" he let out an evil chuckle. "I shall give it back with full force" his smile depended, "I am ready for his soul, all beings shall tremble at my sight!" he exclaimed with a thundering tone of terror.
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The dry wind of the dessert blew strongly, dust arose all around the place shoving sand on Filippo who struggled to walk on the desert sand which swallowed his feet with every step he took. With narrowed eyes using his hand as a shield, Filippo sauntered further, the scorching heat of the sun brought more sensation to his body. With a dried throat, he glanced down at his torn cloth, the fight between him and the naked demon flashed through his mind. He was almost killed by her as the sword in her hand swung past him on his chest but luckily for him, his crucifix acted as a shield that took the hit from the sword instead of his flesh.
Replenished with unspoken words, Filippo glared at a distance, he has been walking through the desert all night and day, now it is almost sunset, his whole body drained but he must journey further without quitting.
Hours passed by, it was already night, the moon was up shining at its highest peak, the dry wind of the dessert became calm, the quietness of the night so intense.
Walking with the map in his hand, Filippo glanced further and realized that he is at the end of the desert as a lonely and dark road lies ahead. Quickly, he wandered shoving the map into his bag, his hand holding firmly to the bag.
Filippo got to the lonely road rapidly and began to walk along its path, he narrowed his eyes looking puzzled as he glanced to his feet realizing that the sand of this road was as black as coal.
Unexpectedly, he heard a loud noise ahead of him which alerted him, swiftly, he glared up with enlarging eyes, the sky began to turn dark, the moon disappeared leaving no trace. Confused with a wondering heart, Filippo scanned around him, to his utmost surprise, the dessert he just walked out of few steps away vanished, all that was seen was the lonely long road. With an awe gaze, he turned to his front, a flock of bats quickly flew fiercely towards him, their cries echoed loudly. Filippo fell to the ground at their sudden attack, his head bowed down as the bats flew past him, the feeling of danger overwhelming the place. Filippo stood up wondering what was happening, he watches the bats flew away realizing that they are not after him, instead, something is after them and they are running away from it.
Still thrilled, a roar alerted him, slowly, Filippo turned his stare away from the fleeing bats as he faces the direction the noise came from. To his dismay, his eyes widened in great shock, his knees became weak. Standing before him was a terrible-looking snake with the head of a dragon. Its nose emitted red flames, thick smoke proceeded out of its mouth. Its skin, black, covered in hairs that sprung out as tiny flames of fire. On its head grew thousands of small snakes just like legendary Greek Villian, Medusa. The noise of the tiny snakes filled the atmosphere as they shone their eyes at Filippo ready to attack.
To his surprise, the massive snake opened its mouth widely, a tremendous roar proceeded from it just like a lion which left Filippo amazed that a snake could roar mighty as a great lion. Its tongue, long and black, black eyes which glared at Filippo dangerously.
Quickly before Filippo could react, The snake pulled him up with its long tail, Filippo stood in the air as the snake shook him violently. With anger rising in him, Filippo quickly pulled out his sword, but the snake growled at him and without a second thought, it threw Filippo into his mouth swallowing him as a whole.
Screaming with rage, Filippo slides down the snake's mouth down to its stomach. His body was covered in a sticky liquid, an awful smell filling his nose. The stomach of the snake was so dark and slimy that Filippo couldn't see a thing. Filled with great fury as a fierce heat began to enrage his body, yelling with wrath, Filippo pierced the skin of the snake with all his might. The sword in his hand began to glow brightly green glistening so many powers, with an angry spirit, Filippo pulled the sword out of the snake and pierced it again into its skin, deeper and deadly this time.
The mighty snake roared in deep pain, a thick green liquid began to emit out of the open wound, his howl became louder and greater as Filippo pierced it deeper, cutting its flesh as the skin opened up, more green substance emitting from it.
With thick anguish, the snake roared as Filippo cut off its body, slicing it with his sword, quickly, he came out of the snake soaked in slimy liquid.
The snake cried out in pain as it fell heavily to the ground, its body turned into dust and vanished out of thin air.
Gradually, the sky began to change back to normal, the moon came out more brightly than before as a bright light filled the earth.
Filippo fell heavily to the ground as he bowed his head shielding his eyes from the glorious light. Slowly, the bright light faded, the atmosphere came back to normal.
Glancing around the deserted road, Filippo stood up, the slimy liquid on his body dripping to the ground. He glanced at his sword and bag covered in the same liquid, using his hand, he wiped away the liquid off his face but the substance on his head trickled down to his face. Sighing in Frustration, Filippo ignored it, shoved the sword to his side, and continued walking down the lonely road.
All night, he wandered further with no sign of weakness in his eyes. The sun rose the next morning but Filippo didn't stop but proceed further, the heat from the sun-dried up the liquid on his body.
With the sword by his side and his bag across his shoulder, Filippo sauntered without difficulty as hours went by until sunset, the darkness of the night took over from the heated sun.
After some few hours of walking, he sighted a river not far away from where he stood. Filippo walked faster towards it, as he got closer, he saw the figure of a strange man in a boat who stood firmly on the boat with a long stick as a paddle in his hands. Filippo narrowed his stare and when the realization hit him, his eyes widened in awe.
"Hadraniel, the transporter of damned souls" he whispered to himself as he stood still in front of the daunting figure covered in black, his face not visible, his hands just like a deserted corpse.
Slowly, the standing figure turned to look at Filippo, a cape over his head glittering darkness that left Filippo wondering if he has a head of its own.
"What are you doing here?" Hadraniel implored with a thick but thunderous voice, his head still bowed down as he held tightly to the stick.
Filippo looked at him sternly, words going through his head as he comported himself in front of this ancient creature "My name is.....".
" Cut it, Filippo, I know who you are, you are not dead but still living and you have no business coming into the underworld, go and come back later as a dead man" Hadraniel cut him with a hardened tone in his voice.
Glaring at the living corpse in front of him, a stiff expression appeared on Filippo's face, he walked closer to the ancient demon showing no sign of fear, "I order you to let me pass this instant" Filippo said to him, stubbornness gushing over him. He knew that Hadraniel doesn't have the power to refuse his request having come this far.
Without saying a word, Hadraniel turned away from Filippo, his eyes fixed on the long black river before them, "Come in but you should know that there is no going back once you cross this river" he warned not looking at the young priest.
Filippo knew exactly what he bargained for before starting this journey. Nodding in agreement, he got on the boat which began to move slowly towards the calm but black river.
Hadraniel stood still not saying a word to Filippo, his head bowed down as he paddled along the river.
The ride lasted for an hour, only the sound of the stick in the river filled their ears.
Looking ahead, Filippo realized that they were at the end of the river. He stood firmly, holding his bag as he was ready to halt down. Slowly, they got to the end of the river, getting out of the boat, Filippo glanced at the demon who began to paddle away not saying a word to him.
With an occupied mind, Filippo glanced ahead, his stare fixed on the mighty long bridge leading to the gate of hell. With stern eyes, he began to walk through the large bridge, the screams of dying souls filled his ears as thick flames of fire sprung at the side of the bridge.
With his hand wrapped around his sword, Filippo closed his eyes exhaling deeply, the time has come and he is here to face it once and for all.