The God of Jesters
Chapter 691 - 10.08.5 Delusional Demon

Chapter 691: 10.08.5 Delusional Demon

The world is a cruel place, a line that I have repeated countless times, for it describes the core aspect of this world that has remained unchanged since its conception.

In his youth, carrying a far different name then, the young Wajih had looked on as his family was massacred.

Kicked out of their church, kicked out of their community, banned from even using their blood to craft any new weapon, and forced to make weapons even then due to threats. But in the end, all of it still led to annihilation.

His family was no more, even the children were not spared by him, everyone became equal in front of the Artefact that his father and grandfather had built together. An artifact with immense potential and their only hope for peace.

But betrayed they were like the countless times they had been before.

This world is cruel, Wajih learned this the hard way. And to never forget it, he remained cruel to himself. Only through this, his mind had remained open to accept all, only through this would he have enough courage to face what was to come. ’The Alahrun is just the start.’ Ignorant, he was not.

His grandfather was already Grandmaster by then, he could have easily pushed back against the bastard that annihilated his family and not even built him that weapon. But they did, meaning there was a greater push from a third party, who might have been the reason why the Patriarch of Alahrun annihilated his family.

’And now, I have the first key to it.’ Wajih spoke, looking at the small key that he was finally able to craft from the blood extracted from the Third So... no, Golu.’ This key, the amount of hoops and struggles Wajih had to go through to obtain it, might just go to waste. ’But I made it.’

This place will become his death. Even if he doesn’t die from the remnant energies from the battle between godly beings, then it would be the Abyss aura in his body that will destroy him.

Though, at this thought, Wajih took out a small bead that he had kept in his pocket. "Wait." Not the one that had been left behind during the battle in Golu’s uncle’s skin. This one was obtained by Wajih himself when he hunted multiple Krakens on his own.

"Sanctuaries that were never opened." This might be his chance, the only chance at life and freedom from this corruption.

So Wajih fought through drowsiness. He was so weak that maintaining the iron armor on his body was not possible, as they slowly started to fall from his body like skin flakes. But Wajih didn’t let the key go out of his hand. Even if he can’t maintain psychic control over it, his hands still worked, he held it, walking bit by bit and climbing over the boulders at the fastest pace he could. But the fight never stopped, the intensity only increased, breaking leaving the back of Wajih’s body filled with injuries as deep as exposing his bones and organs.

Even the armor of Iron that was the thickest at the back was barely holding on, and turning weaker by the minute due to losing Wajih’s support.

But, Wajih persevered. He can’t die now, he won’t die before annihilating the Alahrun family at least. And now, he has a chance at that life. That is if what Golu spoke is true. Which it might be, considering how one note he was in his actions, he knew something that Wajih didn’t. And that something might be his chance at survival.

He did, finding the sanctuary that was spoken off by Golu, and the key was really the eye of the Kraken.

As for what he found inside?

"Darkness." He fell head first into the water, leaking from his body an intense amount of Abyss aura that had ingrained itself into his very bones.

He will live.

The same can’t be said about my enemies, who broke open the space and appeared in reality once again.

Their bodies were covered with lacerations, some burns, and rot. I can feel their anger towards each other, just as I can feel it towards myself.

Both of them blamed me for it, one way or the other.

"I am a demon," I spoke, as my body broke open the space and appeared back in the real world. Without a true form or body to speak of.

I lacked an anchor, making my existence weak and the most I could do was watch them for a bit before I am severed from the material plane as I drift away into the space between worlds.

I can’t allow that.

’But first, I have to deal with these two.’ I had little understanding of my strengths. My abilities were not even made for confrontation, they were made for leisure. I was as incapable of war as I was before my rebirth.

"Stop." They came, their attacks meeting each other in the air but me as well. One an animal and the other a zealot.

So, although I was close to that animal on account of being a Demon, that thing never cared for me. It hurt, for a beauty like her to ignore me and treat me like an enemy during our first proper meeting. It truly hurt me.

Of course, when her stinger stuck my spiritual self, breaking part of it. The pain I felt was even greater.

Scorpion demon, her true name lost to time, just like her mind. But from the little bits of knowledge I obtained from Lakram, I had a new understanding of this demon. "Zarakhiel... wake up, or are your memories really that far gone?" That stinger, that aggression, and the hard muscle carapace that made her night invulnerable.

She was the epitome of destruction, built for fighting and nothing else.

"Lakram, how dare you speak of that name." On the side, the anger of the Light bringer turned greater, his body exploding into blinding flames, burning away at my soul. But I was stronger, I was much more durable than before.

And, I was not Lakram.

"Wrong guy," I spoke, causing the very flames to turn nothing more than fantasy for the little moment they touched me. Leaving me unharmed by them.

The stinger filled with poison was already shredding my consciousness, I can’t handle that much trauma anymore.

"You..." Having his attack nullified so easily left a bad taste in Light Bringer’s mouth. But more than that, what annoyed him was confirmation that it was not Lakram who won in this bizarre war of the wills.

"My memories are not that complete, so let’s leave introductions for later." I backed off, from the mindless killing machine that came to attack me once again.

Far easier now that I can keep pace with these monsters through the teleport.

Such a useful technique. Sadly without a proper anchor, I had no way to move my domain any place, I was either stuck in this small space of a few kilometres or I could just drift away, leaving it all to my fate.

A fun option, but far less interesting than the current one.

’Poison that kills gods.’

’I can manage.’ I was not a god, so this poison filled with abyss aura did bring me mind-breaking pain, but that was manageable, even if it corroded my soul. At least I was not dying.

"You... how did you know that name?" Light bringer did not surprise me surviving the attack by the Scorpion, what he worried more was the name I spouted. A name that shouldn’t be spoken in this world anymore.

"Isn’t the answer obvious? I ate Lakram." Arrogance—it was rare for me to feel so arrogant. It was considered a weakness in my eyes. And I still think the same. But I can’t help it.

The feat of Devouring the will of a god is too much to hide. I want others to know of my capabilities, I want them to know of my danger. Only then will they bring their full might the next time.

Only then, would there be enough eyes on my actions, on my creations, and on the stories I tell.

"You demon... name yourself." The Light Bringer understood it at this time, seeing my capabilities, my sanity or insanity, and the way I ignored the poison coursing through my veins. All of them together built up an image in his head. An image of his failure that bore fruit in the worst way possible.

So he wished to know of what he created, or what his failure and arrogance had ended up creating.

Which am I will properly respond to. "Demon of Delusion, I intend to be the architect of the new world." At my announcement, the very lands cracked as the abyss aura exploded in the air, increasing with an intensity far greater than before. Before all of it started to seep into my body and then into the body of the Scorpion demon, whose actions towards me became a bit more passive than before. Her attention turned to the Angel entirely once again.

"Ho, seems like I can have some peace, finally." My words were an announcement as well as a promise. By claiming such words by the will of my own, I had bound myself with the Abyss completely. It was not forced control like the Abyss did with other demons. But something that was born out of understanding with each other.

’Never expected I would make friends with the abyss.’ I laughed for a bit, before turning my head towards the little remnants of splintered wood around.

All of them contain genetics and the flesh of poor Crow, probably.

’I lack Lakram’s strength.’ Using them to rebuild a body was not possible anymore, but I had a different way. ’I prefer that body a lot.’ I can’t abandon it, not so easily. So I collected what remained of Crow, before turning to look into the distance.

’I am stuck here.’ Without my body, I couldn’t move my domain, my movements were limited. So I stayed here and looked toward Wajih who currently purified his body in what I can say is a real heaven on earth. ’Guess we both got what we wanted.’

I was complete again, I was in control. It won’t be long before I can rebuild an appropriate vessel, even if it’s temporary.

Leaving this place is not hard for someone like me.

As for this angel and demon that fought with their life on the line at an intensity far greater than before. Let me lend a help to this little scorpion.