Bound To The Dead: The Deceptive Class-E Farmer
Chapter 94: King of the Abyss ll

Chapter 94: King of the Abyss ll

The scene shifted.

Isaac felt it. His body was cold, but his spirit burned. He was watching now, not as a visitor, but as someone sharing the memory.

He stood beside Abaddon, no longer in Heaven, but deep within the Abyss.

The air was heavy. Chains clattered in the distance. The screams of imprisoned demons echoed from every direction. Whispers slithered between the cracks in the stone, biting at the ears.

Isaac shivered.

Then, it happened.

Lucifer appeared.

He was not alone. Asmodeus. Mammon. Astaroth. Others whose names were lost to time. They rose from the black pits of the Abyss, eyes burning with defiance.

"We will not stay here forever," Lucifer hissed.

Abaddon stood before them.

Alone.

No fear. No anger.

Only purpose.

Lucifer moved first. His fist came fastl a streak of dark fire.

Abaddon caught it.

A single crack echoed as Lucifer’s wrist buckled under the pressure. Then the Archangel twisted, slamming his palm into Lucifer’s chest, sending him flying backward into jagged stone.

The others attacked as one.

Asmodeus lunged low, claws aimed at Abaddon’s legs.

Mammon came from behind, a brutal hook swinging toward Abaddon’s temple.

Astaroth dove from above, his scream shaking the walls of the Abyss.

They fought with raw demonic instinct, chaotic and overwhelming.

Abaddon moved like judgment given form.

He struck without wasted motion, knee to Asmodeus’s face, elbow into Mammon’s ribs, twisting Astaroth mid-air and slamming him headfirst into the ground.

No powers.

No wings.

Just hand-to-hand.

When they clawed, he blocked. When they struck, he countered. When they screamed, he silenced.

Lucifer returned, roaring with fury.

He slammed into Abaddon with both arms, dragging him across the battlefield. The ground cracked beneath them.

But Abaddon turned the momentum. He hooked his foot around Lucifer’s heel and drove him down with a shoulder slam, fists raining like divine hammers into Lucifer’s face.

The fight stretched.

Time lost meaning.

One by one, the demons fell.

Not banished. Not burned.

Beaten.

Abaddon stood victorious.

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Isaac watched as time passed.

The Abyss never changed.

But Abaddon did.

He no longer waited for rebellion. He welcomed it.

Any demon who dared to rise was met with a challenge.

Abaddon would fight them.

If they won, they were free.

But none ever won.

Demons from every pit tried. Even those who had been silent for centuries. All failed.

The throne was forged soon after.

From chains, broken weapons, and the shattered bones of the defeated, the locusts built it for him. A towering seat of iron and shadow, planted at the center of the Abyss.

Abaddon sat on it, unmoved, watching the endless prison.

He was not a king.

He was a warden.

A guardian.

And a prisoner.

Days blurred into years. Years into something else. Time did not pass the same way here.

But the fights never stopped.

Nor did the swarm.

They grew.

They evolved.

Every battle became a lesson and a test.

After countless years in the Abyss, the silence was broken.

A radiant light appeared at the far edge of the prison, piercing the endless shadows. The locusts, always restless, stilled themselves. The demons, ever whispering, fell silent. Even the walls of the Abyss seemed to pause.

Two figures descended through the darkness.

Their wings shone brighter than fire. Their robes shimmered like starlight. And yet... their expressions were heavy.

Abaddon stood from his throne of broken steel. He did not speak at first. He only watched.

Uriel and Gabriel.

They landed before him, the glow of Heaven clashing against the cold gloom of the Abyss.

Gabriel stepped forward. His voice was clear, but restrained.

"We bring a command."

Abaddon did not move.

"Then speak."

Uriel’s expression did not change. He raised a scroll from his robe and opened it.

"By decree of the Most High, effective immediately: Lucifer and Asmodeus are to be released from their chains."

The words felt impossible.

Abaddon’s wings twitched. His eyes narrowed.

"...What did you say?"

Gabriel did not repeat it.

Instead, he said, "It is not for you to question."

Abaddon took a single step forward. The shadows of the Abyss reacted, writhing faintly.

"They led the rebellion. They broke the order of Heaven. I brought them here myself. And now you say... release them?"

Uriel closed the scroll.

"This is not a debate, Abaddon."

"Then give me a reason."

Gabriel’s gaze wavered. Only slightly.

"We were not told the reason. Only the command."

The silence deepened.

Even the demons behind the bars stirred in confusion, pressing against their chains. They had heard it too. Lucifer. Asmodeus. Released.

Abaddon’s hand clenched around the armrest of his throne.

"You ask me to undo everything. Everything I’ve endured. Everything I was told to guard. Do you even understand what you’re saying?"

Uriel did not answer.

Gabriel lowered his head.

"It is the will of Heaven."

Abaddon turned his head slightly, looking past them. As if he could still see the gates of Heaven from here. As if he could feel the light that once guided him.

But there was only silence.

Only the cold breath of the Abyss.

His voice dropped low.

"Then go. Take your prisoners."

"And when they rise again... remember who opened their cages."

Uriel nodded once. A simple movement. Cold. Clean.

Gabriel hesitated, then gave a faint bow.

And the two archangels walked past him, their wings folded tightly behind them.

Lucifer and Asmodeus were taken. Their chains were removed. Their power was sealed, but their freedom restored.

Abaddon did not move.

He returned to his throne slowly, without a word.

His locusts buzzed quietly, confused.

His heart ached, but he could not show it.

Above him, the light of Heaven faded once more.

Time passed, yet Abaddon couldn’t move on. He wanted answers. He had worked tirelessly to fight and capture the demons, and it had been just as difficult to watch over them, only to see them set free. He couldn’t bring himself to believe that God would allow such a thing, which is why he desperately sought an answer. And so he flew upward.