The Abyss

Chapter 14: The Abyssal Supreme Lord

The moment Kristoff tore through the spatial veil to pull Azrael away from Lucian’s blade, his fury reached an absolute boiling point. Laying eyes upon his former brother, Lucian Drax, awakened an ancient, venomous rage deep within his core. Kristoff unleashed a fraction of his raw, unmitigated authority, sending a cataclysmic shockwave rippling outward. The seismic force slammed across the underworld, causing the foundational structures of the Abyssal Kingdom to tremble violently.

Turning his cold, burning gaze onto his blood brother, Kristoff commanded, "Azrael. Go to the other sovereigns immediately. Marshal every remaining Supreme Lord to the central Abyssal Council Chamber. Tell them this: if they fail to attend, I will personally march into their domains and s*******r them where they sit."

Terrified by his brother's unchecked malice, Azrael vanished. He materialized first at the gates of the 3rd Kingdom, delivering the imperial summon directly to the elite royal guards. Deep within his obsidian resting chamber, the 3rd Supreme Lord instantly sensed the oppressive, suffocating pressure of the 1st and 2nd Lords' combined signatures. Snapping awake, he ripped the missive from his guards, read the coordinates, and tore through the shadows to reach the council room without a second's delay.

Azrael moved like a phantom across the underworld, breaching the 4th Kingdom, then the 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th realms. Driven by the sheer weight of Kristoff's lethal ultimatum, the sovereign lords mobilized simultaneously, converging upon the central stronghold in a massive display of dark authority.

When they breached the heavy obsidian doors of the grand council chamber, the atmospheric pressure inside was so dense it was practically solid. Kristoff stood at the head of the round table, his dark aura flaring so immensely that the incoming deities felt their legs buckle. One by one, the ancient rulers of the Abyss fell to their knees, their bodies trembling under the sheer weight of the 1st Supreme Lord's absolute dominance.

Once he saw that every seat was accounted for, Kristoff suppressed his crushing presence, allowing the lords to stand. The silence in the room was absolute as he leaned over the stone table.

"Commit these names to your memory," Kristoff hissed, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. "Sebastian Eldrion. Edward Ironvale. Lucian Drax."

The 4th Supreme Lord narrowed his eyes, braving the tension. "Why? Why do three mortal insects warrant an emergency council?"

"Because those three 'insects' just completely obliterated the Kingdom of Morvane," Kristoff revealed coldly.

The revelation struck the chamber like a thunderclap. The surrounding Supreme Lords erupted into a collective fury, their dark mana flaring in outrage. To them, the destruction of a royal Abyssal territory by human hands was a declaration of total war. They demanded the immediate annihilation of the mortal realm.

Kristoff raised a hand, silencing the uproar. He looked toward the lords representing the outer defensive rings. "Are your legions mobilized? Are your High Abyssal Warriors armed and prepared to march the moment the planetary rifts fracture?"

"Our battalions are fully conditioned, Lord Kristoff," the lords replied in unison, bowing their heads. "They await only your command to slaughter."

Azrael stepped up to his brother's side, his brow furrowed by a question that had been plaguing him since the battlefield retreat. "Brother... what exactly is your history with Lucian Drax? Why did you call him your brother?"

Kristoff’s expression darkened, his mind drifting back across millennia of forgotten history. "He was my brother in arms. In the ancient eras, he stood as the Right Hand of God, while I reigned as the Left Hand. We possessed identical thresholds of power. We were eternal rivals, perfectly balanced. But I developed forbidden arts manipulations that the heavenly council deemed heretical. They cast me out, exiling me into this dark void. And Lucian... my supposed brother... stood by and did nothing to prevent my fall. I will never forgive him for his weakness."

"So that is the origin of the feud..." Azrael murmured, nodding in understanding.

The tactical briefing continued for hours until the heavy chamber doors burst open. A high-ranking Abyssal intelligence scout rushed inward, dropping to one knee. "My Lord! We have successfully traced their coordinates! We know exactly where the anomalies are nesting within the mortal world!"

A cruel, twisted smile broke across Kristoff's face. He turned his gaze toward the far end of the table. "Prepare your armies, 11th and 12th Supreme Lords. We will deploy your legions to spearhead this assault. Or, if you prefer, blood your descendants. Send your sons to command the vanguard so they may finally experience true slaughter."

The 11th and 12th Supreme Lords nodded eagerly, summoning their heirs through localized telepathic arrays. Within moments, two young, powerful Abyssal Princes strode into the council hall, bowing deeply in reverence before Kristoff's throne. Outside the fortress walls, their personal vanguard legions stood at absolute attention: a terrifying force consisting of 20,000 High Abyssal Warriors and 10,000 low-tier shock troops.

The intelligence scout stepped forward again, unfurling a holographic ledger. "Regarding the targets, my Lord: the boy named Edward belongs to the Ironvale bloodline the forbidden 13th Clan. His father was the 13th Supreme Lord, whom you executed centuries ago for attempting to aid the human resistance."

Kristoff tapped his fingers against his throne as the memories clicked into place. "Ah... so it’s him. The boy I personally took from the cradle all those years ago. And the Eldrion boy, Sebastian, was the one Edward snatched from the capital in retaliation."

"Precisely, my Lord," the scout confirmed.

The Prince of the 11th Faction stepped forward alongside the Prince of the 12th, their dark weapons humming with lethal intent. "Our forces are locked onto the destination grid, 1st Supreme Lord. We are ready."

Kristoff stood up, his eyes flashing with merciless intent. "Show no leniency. Erase the names Edward Ironvale and Sebastian Eldrion from existence. Rip their world apart."

"By your command, 1st Supreme Lord!" the princes roared.

Kristoff walked out onto the grand balcony overlooking the abyssal plains. Below him stretched the massive, terrifying armada assembled by the 11th and 12th factions. Impressed by the sheer speed and efficiency of their mobilization, Kristoff raised his hand and violently flicked his fingers against the fabric of reality.

*CRAAAACK!*

A colossal, bleeding crimson rift tore open across the horizon, linking the underworld directly to the mortal atmosphere.

The Prince of the 11th Faction unleashed his raw aura, manifesting his innate attribute: **Light Manipulation, Space Manipulation**. With a deafening roar, he summoned his personal mount—a colossal, ancient void dragon whose scales rippled with gravitational distortion.

Simultaneously, the Prince of the 12th Faction unleashed his terrifying domain: **Time Manipulation, Dark Manipulation**. The ambient air around him slowed to a crawl as he mounted his own massive, temporal dragon, its wings fracturing the chronological flow of the chamber.

Without a shred of hesitation, the two princes launched themselves into the swirling vortex, leading the massive legion of 30,000 Abyssal warriors directly through the dimensional breach.

As they crossed the threshold into the human realm, they materialized directly above a highly advanced, towering metropolis. Instantly, the city's automated defense grids went haywire. Piercing emergency sirens wailed across the sectors, echoing through the streets as the military commands began frantically broadcasting the names of the two high-priority targets over the emergency channels:

*"WARNING! MAXIMUM CLASS INVASION IN PROGRESS! SEBASTIAN ELDRION AND EDWARD IRONVALE, REPORT TO THE VANGUARD SECTORS IMMEDIATELY!"*