Bound To The Dead: The Deceptive Class-E Farmer
Chapter 95: King of the Abyss lll

Chapter 95: King of the Abyss lll

The air above the gates was clear and golden, but Abaddon felt no warmth from it.

The six archangels stood firm. Their armor shimmered with light, their wings spread wide. None of them moved. None of them drew their weapons.

But their silence was like a wall, unbreakable and unmoving.

"Move," Abaddon said, his voice low, shaking not with anger, but with something deeper. "I must speak with Him."

None of the six moved.

He tried again, louder this time.

"I obeyed. I fought every battle. I followed every command. I never disobeyed, not once."

Still, no answer.

Abaddon’s hand gripped the hilt of his sword. His wings tightened.

Uriel stepped forward first, his face calm. "It is not our decision. We came only to stop you."

"Then tell me why the gates are closed," Abaddon said.

"We cannot."

"Tell me why Lucifer was freed."

"We cannot."

Abaddon’s voice sharpened. "Why does Heaven send me to capture monsters, only to release them without reason?"

Gabriel raised his hand. "That is not for us to question."

Abaddon’s grip tightened. "But it is for me to question. I bore the punishment. I took on the burden. And now I am cast aside like a failed creation?"

He stepped forward. The tip of his foot crossed the line between Abyss and Heaven.

The six readied their weapons.

Abaddon unsheathed his swords.

The sound of metal echoed in the space between realms.

"I will not fight to invade Heaven," he said. "But I will fight to be heard."

And then, before steel could meet steel, a seventh figure descended.

Archangel Michael.

His presence silenced even the archangels.

His wings were larger than the rest. His light is more focused. He wore no crown, but it felt like the heavens bowed where he walked.

"Abaddon," he said gently. "Go back."

Abaddon stepped forward. "No."

Michael didn’t change his tone. "You are no longer welcome in Heaven."

Abaddon’s eyes furrowed.

"Then tell me why," he demanded, voice cracking. "I followed orders. I didn’t question. I held the line while the world forgot me."

Michael lowered his eyes.

"You held the line," he said slowly. "But you crossed it, too."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were not chosen to punish," Michael said. "You were chosen to protect, even them."

Abaddon’s breath caught.

"You beat them to death, Abaddon," Michael said. "You didn’t guard the Abyss. You ruled it like a tyrant."

"No..." Abaddon shook his head. "They were demons. I fought to keep them from escaping."

"You followed God’s orders," Michael replied. "But not His heart."

Those words broke something inside him.

The silence was heavy.

Abaddon took one step back. The light behind the gates flickered.

"You think I failed Him?"

Michael answered with a single sentence, soft, but sharp.

"You loved the duty more than the One who gave it."

Abaddon gritted his teeth but he didn’t speak.

"His grip tightened on the sword’s hilt, but the sword lowered.

Slowly, he turned around.

He didn’t ask again. He didn’t plead.

He walked away.

Before the light vanished behind him, he said one final thing.

"Then I am no longer the Warden of His will. Let Heaven forget me... and let Hell remember me."

And with that, Abaddon descended once more into the Abyss.

The Abyss was not how he remembered it.

Abaddon stood in silence as he walked through the deep halls. The cages were open. The demons were gone.

The chains he had once forged were broken.

They had not escaped. Someone had released them.

He did not speak.

The locusts followed behind him quietly.

After a moment, one of the swarm scouts approached. It showed him a vision, Earth, now filled with hidden demons. They walked freely, using human faces. Some ruled. Some hunted. Some whispered in the shadows.

Abaddon lowered his head.

He did not feel anger.

Only one question remained in his heart.

"Why would Heaven allow this?"

Next scene, Abaddon appeared in the world after a thousand years. His wings were dark. His armor was faded. But his presence shook the earth.

He followed the scent of corruption to the first city.

Inside, a high priest had hidden a demon lord. The people did not know the truth. Or perhaps... they chose not to see it.

Abaddon did not ask questions.

He walked through the city.

The battle lasted ten minutes.

When it was over, the city had fallen.

The demon was dead.

So were those who had protected it.

Another scene.

Word spread. The King of the Abyss had returned.

He moved across kingdoms, silent and focused.

He did not attack at random.

He followed only one rule:

Find the demons. Remove them.

But whenever they resisted, the cities around them fell. Mountains cracked. Temples were reduced to dust. Even rivers changed direction.

People began to fear him.

Some begged for help.

Some cursed his name.

He did not answer.

He was not killing for pleasure.

But he would not stop for kindness either.

Isaac started to question himself. "Is his power evil? What if he was right... and Heaven is wrong?"

"What if peace is just a prettier form of corruption?"

Then another scene, at another time...

Abaddon hunted through deserts, snowfields, oceans, and forgotten ruins.

He found demons hiding inside rulers, soldiers, and even children.

He paused many times. But he never let one escape.

The more demons he killed, the more his swarm grew.

The locusts became faster, stronger, smarter.

Cities began to burn, not because he wanted to hurt the world, but because the world refused to listen.

Some humans protected the demons willingly. Others made excuses.

He did not wait for explanations anymore.

"If they choose to stand beside evil... then they accept the consequences."

A year passed.

Abaddon stood over a ruined kingdom. A battle had ended minutes ago. The demon’s body was still smoking.

Behind him, his swarm waited.

Then the sky changed.

Light poured through the clouds. A warm light that had not touched the world in a long time.

He looked up.

Seven Archangels descended from Heaven.

Their wings were bright. Their eyes are steady.

And behind them were millions of angels in armor, ready for battle.

Abaddon said nothing.

He only watched.

Abaddon did not raise his weapon.

He only spoke one quiet sentence:

"So... it’s finally come to this."

And above him, the war began.