The Primordial Record

The appearance of the Demon Prince Kohron was similar to his Anima but with one outstanding difference, his wings of flames and lava were gigantic, they spread out so wide they covered the entire horizon and they were even larger than the planet below. His body also grew until he was a thousand feet tall, and his red skin shone like hot coal.

In a single instant, his presence had occupied the entire space outside the planet, and from below, it appears as if he had replaced the heavens because no matter how far you looked, you could only see his fiery wings.

Below his feet was an endless multitude of demons and people who were being tortured with fire. All these Demons and People in addition to being tortured were all mercilessly fighting and killing each other, before being resurrected and continuing their endless battle. Their screams resonated all throughout space and painted his surrounding with black, which was the color of suffering.

A rain of larva began to shower on the planet below, but they were neutralized and vaporized by a roving storm of ice that erupted from around the planet.

In every single seconds, a million of such collisions were happening, as the domain of the god and the demon clashed, creating a spectacular vision that was awe-inspiring in its sheer complexities and scale.

Boreas made an annoyed growl and shifted all the still living Dominators below his feet into a portal.

The Space around Jarkarr began to warp and distort, as if the presence of these two beings were twisting the fabrics of reality. The Demon Prince looked to the depth of space and he roared.

Rowan had a fleeting thought at this instant, that he might have set events into motion that could cause devastating consequences for everything, but he pushed aside that errant thought. To live and survive the deception of his father, and to tear apart the chains holding his Primordial Record, he would have to play in the big leagues.

Anything he unleashed on the universe, he was willing to bear the consequences for it.

Disregarding Kohron's spectacular entrance, Rowan's eyes were riveted on the Third Prince, his father.

From the first time he saw this man, he had always been an enigma to him. His methods or his appearance was something that always intrigued Rowan. Why did he make his appearance to be fat and loving when there really was no need to do so? Why would he go to great lengths to hide himself and disguise his powers?

There was always something about him that always felt off, even to Rowan with his current experience.

He remembered vividly the first time he had seen this man, at that time he was naked, weak, and confused, thrown from a familiar world of digging through mines and waiting for death, and then he was thrusted into this world of unknown and he was so scared and confused.

Rowan knew that the Third Prince had detected his emotions even then, yet through all that, he had still chosen to appear as a loving father, while using his powers to twist and control his body and mind.

Rowan bit his tongue hard, and a flood of red covered his taste buds, he should concentrate. He was already down to three consciousness pillars, and any lower and he would not be able to properly handle the oncoming events .

Focusing on what was happening, he looked around and saw that the Third Prince appeared flustered, and Rowan could almost taste the annoyance oozing from him.

Oh, this is just the start. Rowan thought.

Kohron who had just appeared from the dead body of the Demon Duke, looked around, and Rowan could sense the entire Aether bend and flow into his eyes.

Was this a way to rapidly scrutinize your surroundings? Rowan thought, something about the method the Demon Prince used struck a chord in Rowans mind, and he shelved that thought for later.

Boreas's eyes were not surprised at the presence of the Demon, but by the person that had been pushed away from hiding, turning to the Third Prince and Rowan could see a clear confusion in his eyes.

To all indications, this man was a Dominator of the second circle and he had no business at all on matters of this magnitude.

The Third Prince brushed invisible dust away from his body and cracked his neck, aware he was the subject of all gazes, from Rowan and Fury, down to Kohron and Boreas, but if he was deterred by the presence of such powers staring at him, he did not show any indication.

Instead, he smiled and said, "Hey, there appears to be a misunderstanding, you see…"

Rowan did not have time for this pointless charade by his father, the fat spider would not be surprised for long and as he was on a back foot, he would never give him the chance to steady himself. He pointed to the Third Prince and spoke to Kohron, "He's your target. Kill him."

All eyes turned towards Rowan, the eyes of Fury bulged in shock, that Rowan could command a Demon Prince.

There was no surprise from the Demon Prince Kohron, and then he chuckled, his voice having a rich baritone that shook the entire planet, "With pleasure!" Khoron smiled.

The Demon Prince opened his right hand and manifested a flaming axe that stretched for miles and with a loud yell, be swung it towards the third prince.

The Axe tore a rent through space that extended towards Jarkarr, tearing through the defenses created by Boreas and nearly tearing the planet in two, and if not for Boreas dismissing the energy wave with a motion from his hand. All that was just a side effect from swinging the Axe.

The Third Prince's eyes had widened in amazement when he heard Rowan command a Demon Prince to attack, and he looked deeply at Rowan and surprisingly, he nodded and smiled at him just before the Axe struck him.

The blow was silent as it cleaved through his body, from his head, down to his crotch, and The Third Prince was still smiling even as his body parted in two, and his blood bathe the skies of Jarkarr.