Grotesque Lord: Ascension

Last Day I

"What the hell happened!?"

Twelve masked men wearing black clothes suddenly appeared around the ruins of the cabin. Deor didn't answer he simply looked at them with hallow eyes devoid of life.

"Tsk this bastard does he think we haven't noticed how suspicious he's been acting these past few weeks?"

"Oh? if he's a bastard what does that make me? We are twins after all." an enchanting voice filled the ears of the masked men accompanied by monstrous killing intent, it was Eleanor she asked them while dusting the dirt off her sundress.

"Y-young miss!? Why are you here? Are you the cause of this?" one of the masked guards asked while trying to endure the killing intent "Young Lady Eleanor, you know Lord Sarkaima has been strict about Derygortheus' surroundings recently." Said the man in a calm and firm voice after regaining his composure.

He seemed to be the leader of the group, there wasn't anything distinguishable about him but he was the only one that spoke since they revealed themselves, and judging from his aura he seemed to be the strongest member of the group.

"Of course I know that. How can a mere servant understand my fathers' intentions better than me?" Eleanor spoke in a cold tone as if she was speaking to a lower life form that should not exist on the same plane as her. Disgust was the prominent feeling she had for these men, mixed with a little resentment. In fact, even now she wanted to kill them and bathe in their blood while eating away at their flesh. For the treatment, they have been giving her 'beloved' brother all these years.

'How dare he refer to him as 'Deor' in front of me? That f*****g cur.'

Her killing intent suddenly exploded, incomparable to just a moment ago.

"Argh."

"Urgh."

The men could barely breathe, an invisible force was sticking to their skin like thick tar penetrating every single pore on their skin.

Deor let out a heavy sigh "Why must you do these things? Damn it! They wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for your little stunt. Tsk you prideful b***h!" saying this Derygortheus walked to a nearby fallen tree left behind by Eleanor's earlier rampage and picked a fruit resembling a dark red apple.

He sat down to enjoy the show that was about to start. As he took his first bite of the fruit a startled voice shouted at him.

"Y-y-you! you're sane!? How is this possible!!" it was the leader of the men, it made sense why he was so surprised, as the captain of the guards that was responsible for torturing Derygortheus.

The torture was necessary so Deor would not have control over his powers, whether it was physical, psychological, even torture that reached the power deep within the depths of his soul 『Zerdall's Saint Soul』. Derygortheus would be tortured every day for eight hours to keep his mind in a constant vegetative state.

That was half his life for the past ten years.

Derygortheus glanced at the guard indifferently. "What do you mean 'how'? I am a god after all." he turned away from the man and looked towards Eleanor's direction who was busy decapitating a guard, she had a sinister smile exposing her fangs and her eyes had lost all rationality like a demon beast that was forced to starve finally getting its claws on fresh meat.

But the man couldn't accept this answer. How could he? It was an insult to his title as [head torturer] of Demon King Sarkaima the Lord of boiled blood and scorched flesh. He couldn't even hear the pained screams of his subordinates, all his attention was focused on Derygortheus.

"Don't be ridiculous!! Do you think I haven't tortured Demigod level beings before!?" he howled with fury.

Although the man didn't even come close to the power of a Demigod, he had absolute confidence in breaking the mind of such a being with ease, and he had done so before many times.

"Shut up, so annoying." Said Deor while waving his hand, shooing the man away. He then continued to eat the fruit and enjoy the bloodbath being caused by his sister.

There were only two men left, one of them was of course the head torturer, the other had given up and chose to flee the scene at inhuman speeds, but of course, he wasn't as fast as Eleanor, just as he dashed a few meters away she appeared in front of him and bisected him into three parts blood splattered in all directions dying the already blood-red flowers even redder.

Ignorant of the fact he was the only one still breathing from the 12 men unit, the head torturer was enraged. How could a fallen god talk as if he was still on top of him? Someone that was now considered weaker than a mortal, his pride would never allow it.

"You...! Hateful bastard!!"

—BOOM!

He lunged at Deor at full speed, unsheathing his long sword. He wasn't planning on killing him, maybe just take an arm and a leg. As he closed in on Derygortheus and was getting ready to swing his sword, he felt a sharp pain at his right leg, then his left leg.

"Argghh!"

-boom!

—boom!

Having lost both of his legs he had no way of balancing all the momentum from his previous lunge. The guard fell down and began rolling on the ground before stopping about two meters in front of Derygortheus, who was looking at him with calm ruby eyes.

He had no time to worry about Deor right now. His legs weren't regenerating!

Furthermore, the pain he was feeling was unbearable, which was saying a lot since he had an insanely high pain endurance. It was then that he noticed the pitch-black mass that was at eating away at his legs... or at least what was left of it.

The substance resembled tar that was hemmed in a thin purple veil.

He instinctively realized that this was the power of 『Chaos』 that demons and all beings of the dark attribute fanatically worshiped.

"F-Fwaa-Augh!!"

Eleanor flashed a sinister grin when she saw how the masked man was writhing in agony "Fuu~ I might have lost myself a little too much, no? I wanted to eat him slowly." she turned to Deor.

"You say that but it looks like you're satisfied, just looking at your expression sends chills down my spine... seriously I don't want to know too much about your 'eccentric' hobbies," said Deor while rubbing away the goosebumps on his neck. Eleanor had an unusual expression of ecstasy and disgust on her face as she listened to the guards' crazed screams. The man seemed to have lost sanity from the pain.

'I guess even a high-ranking demon can lose his sanity from having his soul encroached by Chaos Law, haa...my sister sure has become scary.'

"hmm...should I remove the mask? I'd love to see his pained expression. What do you think, Deor?" the sinister energy had already engulfed what was left of the man's legs and started eating away at his upper half.

Deor looked at her with an exasperated expression. He knew right now she was busy indulging in one of her twisted fantasies.

'Sigh... Eli...' He stood up after throwing the half-eaten red fruit to the side and started walking towards the guard. He looked down at the man nonchalantly, then he started drawing mana out of his sovereign core to strengthen his body.

"Hoh~" sensing an influx of divine energy, Eleanor snapped back to reality. She glanced at Deor with a look of anticipation.

Feeling Eleanor's innocent gaze, Deor was speechless 'How crazy is she...?' while questioning his sisters' state of mind, he stomped at the guard's face completely crushing his skull.

—Splat!

After the gory sound of a human skull bursting open like a watermelon, silence finally descended upon the red meadow.

"Haha." Deor let out a small laugh, but quickly stopped and massaged his temples.

"Looks like you're on the brink of losing your mind too. I guess even with Celestials Thought Processing can't handle endless hours of torture." Eleanor looked at her brother with pitiful eyes.

"... yeah, I guess it's because I killed one of the guys responsible for my torture."

『Celestials Thought Processing』 is a skill that only Eleanor, Deor, and maybe the two Primordial Gods Zerdall and Urkshall are believed to have, the two of them never disclosed anything about the skill to anyone except for themselves, and speculate that the only reason they can use the skill is that they're incarnations of the Primordial Gods.

This is further backed by the fact that each of Derygortheus' and Eleanor's souls are bonded with pieces of Zerdalls and Urkshalls souls respectfully.

And through Deors countless experiments' with the skill, while being tortured, he realized that once awakened it is passive, the skill is equivalent to having multiple 'brains' of deity level beings. When Deor acquired the skill during the first 7 months of his torture and was about to lose his mind, he suddenly felt that he had 41 new 'brains' and all of them were screaming in pain because of the trauma of being tortured in an ungodly manner, except for one.

After 4 months he was able to separate his clear consciences from his original brain to the 'brain' that had no inner turmoil he realized that this 'brain' had the thinking capacity of a True God or Demon King level deity and the other 41 including his original was Demigod and Demon lord level.

To prevent his new 'brains' from being completely usurped by the stress and trauma of being tortured daily, Deor used 12 'brains' to deal with torment. He cut off their psychic link from the rest of the demigod level 'brains' but in turn strengthened the bond between them, this enabled them to have 'discussions' way different from the communication of the main psychic network as if 12 Deors' were constantly talking about revenge, pain, how unfair their life is, hate, suicide, resentment, how to handle pain or simply just screaming, the 'brains' discussed endlessly. Information from torture was always coming in from the one-way psychic link of the True God level 'brain'.

The basic functions of the skill also allow perfect utilization and combination of demonic energy, divine energy, mana, Chaos law, and the law of Order, though chaos and order can never combine no matter what conditions are set and although demonic energy and divine energy can be combined like on warp gates, it can never exist in the same body. Mana can be combined with any energy except chaos.

"-ou listening?"

'Hmm, it also balances 2 different energies perfectly with Chaos or Order especially chaos...sigh this skill has so much potential. What a waste.'

"Deor! Why are you ignoring me...?" said Eleanor while making a face resembling a pouting sad puppy.

"Stop pouting. I was just lost in thought for a moment. What were you saying?" said Deor, while walking back to the ruins of his cabin. Eleanor looked more dejected at his words and actions.

"...never mind you sickly bastard."

"Is that so? Why don't you go take a dip in the lake behind the hill? You look like a crazed cannibal back from a hunt...well, I guess you are? I'll go ahead and repair the cabin."

Eleanor looked at her white sundress, which was now stained red with blood, but before nodding in agreement she asked, "'Repair' huh? You mean literally 'ordering' time to reverse itself, can I watch?"

Deor shrugged his shoulders "Sure, but it's been 10 minutes since you destroyed it, so it'll take at least 40 minutes minimum to fix the cabin, that's why I suggested you clean up first."

"It's okay, I just want to check on your condition." she knew Deor didn't like it when she worried about him for many reasons but the most important one was 'Its a weakness in itself for a demon to worry and care for someone powerless.'

Deor furrowed his brows a little before letting out a sigh and starting the reconstruction of the cabin. First, he mumbled a long string of words that seemed impossible to reproduce with the human tongue. "—the law of Order rules over both space 『break 』and time 『reverse』."

Deor's divine energy began fluctuating before combining with the law of Order and becoming something even more transcendent. First space distorted slightly, then the wood, bricks, even the dirt, and insects in the now isolated space around the cabin ruins started going back in time, albeit very slowly.

After 10 minutes in and it was clearly visible that the cabin seemed to be self-repairing.

Eleanor narrowed her eyes at her brother's pale scrawny back 'Although his divine energy is seemingly limitless, it's also incredibly impure and thin. I should've noticed yesterday.'

"I'll go clean up." she turned to the small hill that was at least 3 kilometers away before vanishing without waiting for a reply. She understood it took every ounce of his concentration to complete the spell.