Heavenly Opposers

Chapter 240 - 239-Kia's Past?

Leaving aside his grumpy All-Seer, Azrail focused back on the present; he already had a plan kept in place to deal with the meeting of all the three and it would be soon too, once some things were settled he would dive into it.

'Right now the most important thing is to get the view of the Ai family.'

Even above that, Azrail has to deal with his little aunt, the second villain that rose from this family, though unlike Azrail her path was different, she reached higher in her path of villainy, a path she got by making a deal, a deal that came to place after Kia murdered the entirety of the Ai family, well at least what was left anyway.

'Sigh...it's still hard to dive into these memories.'

Azrail thought, the scene of his uncle's decapitated head on a table flashing, the scene of the entire Ailin city in blood, fully destroyed flashing, and the scene of Kia standing atop the corpses of the dead while drinking in the blood from the cut-off head of Guo Ai And Fulu Ai.

'I was the only one left off from the list.'

Azrail could remember it, that scene breaking his heart. This had happened later in his life, and the moment he saw it he directly tried to kill Kia, but it ended up in failure, the one she made a contract to safeguard at the last moment. From there began the rise of the iron bloody witch of chaos, a being that went on to create a great amount of chaos and death, and the funny thing being she became among the 21 catastrophes that ended realms, a great danger similar to Ravenna that affected the whole cosmos.

'Should I kill her?'

Azrail always questioned that, even after he met his little aunt again. Azrail could still remember that scene from the past, that scene where she stood at the top of those corpses, drinking that blood, but she wasn't smiling, tears of blood rained from her eyes and as those eyes met his only three words were spoken.

'Please kill me.' Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The whispers of those words still lingering in Azrail's heart, the fact here being that, the future of that scene will awaken, the being that will awaken into the future cannot be easily stopped, due to the very reason that Kia is a reincarnator. Azrail shuddered, the weight of that revelation pressing down on him. Kia wasn't just some power-hungry psychopath; she was a vessel for Anya, The Scourge of Realms.

Anya wasn't just another villain who left a bloody trail. She was a cosmic entity, a being of pure, unadulterated destruction. Legends spoke of her tearing through realities, leaving behind nothing but swirling death blood where vibrant ecosystems once thrived. Her hunger for power was insatiable, a bottomless abyss that devoured everything in its path.

Born in an era marred by strife and conflict, Anya's journey into darkness began early. From her childhood, there were signs of her burgeoning malevolence. She possessed an insatiable thirst for power and a penchant for inflicting pain upon others. As she grew, so did her influence, ensnaring countless souls into her web of corruption.

Her rise to prominence was marked by a trail of blood and chaos. Entire civilizations trembled at the mere mention of her name. With her cunning intellect and mastery of dark arts, she wielded power unmatched by any before her. She was a maestro of manipulation, orchestrating wars and conflicts for her amusement.

But it was her acts of depravity that truly set her apart as a harbinger of terror. Anya reveled in the suffering of others, finding pleasure in the screams of the innocent. She was known to employ unspeakable methods of torture, pushing the boundaries of cruelty to new extremes.

The tales of Anya's past are woven with suffering. Millennia ago during those dark times, she was a brilliant scholar, obsessed with pushing the boundaries of blood, soul, and immortality, a beautiful Vampire of the night. Her insatiable curiosity led her down a dark path, delving into forbidden knowledge. She experimented with forbidden rituals, sacrificing countless souls in an attempt to ascend to godhood. The more she consumed, the more her hunger grew, warping her very essence into something monstrous. She became a living embodiment of chaos, a walking plague that ravaged entire galaxies.

Anya's reign of terror ended with a desperate alliance of the most powerful beings in the cosmos. After an epic battle that shattered stars and ripped holes in the fabric of reality, they managed to imprison her within a dimensional cage, a prison forged from the tears of fallen deities. Yet, even in her confinement, Anya's influence lingered. Her whispers carried on the winds of the blood and corrupted the minds of those weak-willed enough to listen. They became her unwitting pawns, spreading chaos and destruction throughout the cosmos.

In the past driven by the primal urge for vengeance, Kia accepted Anya's call. Anya's essence flooded her, twisting her once pure energy into a chaotic inferno. The girl who once dreamed of becoming a great fighting protector was consumed by a relentless hunger for destruction. She unleashed her newfound power on the Empire forces, a storm of fire and fury that left nothing but smoldering ash in its wake.

Even with her newfound power, Kia wasn't satisfied. Anya's insatiable hunger urged her on. She razed entire cities, leaving behind a trail of death and devastation. She reveled in chaos, her laughter echoing through the ruins of civilizations she had brought down. Her actions earned her the horrifying moniker, "The Iron Bloody Witch of Chaos."

Despite the carnage she wrought, a sliver of Kia remained trapped within. There were moments, fleeting glimpses, where a flicker of her past self surfaced. The scene Azrail recalled, with Kia standing atop the mountain of corpses, tears of blood staining her face, was one such instance. In that moment, the monstrous Anya faltered. Kia, buried beneath generations of cruelty, surfaced, pleading for the oblivion of death.

However, Anya quickly regained control, locking away the sliver of Kia once again. The Scourge of Realms continued her rampage, her influence spreading like a virus throughout the cosmos. She eventually transcended the shackles of the Ai bloodline, becoming a fully realized entity, one of the 21 cataclysmic forces capable of unraveling entire realities.

Azrail's dilemma was clear. Kia, the sweet girl he once knew, was a prisoner held in one of the great evils. The question gnawed at him: if he killed Kia, the physical form of Anya, wouldn't that simply trap the monstrous entity further? Or would it unleash her unfettered upon the cosmos, free to consume everything in her path?

He knew he couldn't leave things unchecked. Anya's awakening was inevitable, and with it, the return of a cosmic horror. He had to find a solution, a way to sever the connection between Anya and Kia, to save the little aunt he once loved while stopping The Scourge of Realms. from rising once more.

'Her soul I need to deal deeper into her soul.'

From the information Azrail has, Kia is the perfect vessel for Anya, Kia itself being born from a broken-off piece of soul and a million years of planning, the perfect one for Anya to break out and live over, as such Kia possesses immense potential and power of growth, the only thing she lacks is the knowledge and ability to use them.

'If I play my cards right she will be a perfect soldier for me'

Azrail's eyes flashed, the knowledge that he only bears passing Ruthlessly through his mind and thus a plan for the future slowly shaping place.