Chapter 69: Is there an abyss in the abyss ? - 4
The corrupted angel looked at him then—truly looked at him.
Its white eye focusing, the melted half of its face twitching, a grotesque parody of life.
"...You have to die," it said, not with malice but with the certainty of someone quoting scripture, each word a weight that pressed on the soul.
Nyxsha stepped forward, her snarl tearing through the silence like a blade, her golden eyes blazing with fury.
"You want to kill him?" she roared, her claws unsheathing, her massive form trembling with protective rage.
But Azareel gently held up a hand, stopping her, his silver eyes steady on the angel.
"I’m immortal," he said simply, his voice calm but resolute. "You can’t kill me."
The mutated angel swayed slightly, its divine wing twitching, its corrupted one dripping more fluid that steamed on the floor.
"Not with steel... but with rot, with the fetid breath of the void itself. With despair so deep it consumes the light. With suffering that twists the very essence of existence. With agony that fractures the soul into splinters of nothingness. With the weight of guilt so suffocating it drowns hope. With shame that claws at the mind, tearing it apart from within. With betrayal that gnaws at the heart like an eternal wound. With the crushing, unholy gravity of this forsaken realm," it rasped, its voice a twisted hymn of annihilation, each word like the dripping of blood into an infinite chasm.
Azareel blinked once, his silver eyes narrowing slightly, his heart steady despite the chill of the words.
"You mean... you want to corrupt me?" he asked, his voice soft but probing, searching for the truth beneath the angel’s sorrow.
"If your light dies," the angel said, its good eye glinting with a flicker of hope, "mine will rise again. Balance will shift. I will be taken back. That’s what they told me."