I.. Am God?

Chapter 206 Awakens

"Awakens are beings from the Worshiping Heavens or a created being depicted from beings of the Worshiping Heavens that has awakened their own wills and desires. They are considerably powerful, with their divine powers paired with their personal egos." Paimon explained. "Of course, because of their actions of turning their back from their heavenly host, their powers would not be as divine and would turn into a more sinister divine."

Andre nodded in understanding but then, he suddenly turned to look at Azazel. "As I expected. The Foolish Godking Ándras came." The dry and hoarse voice of Azazel sounded out beneath his dark and old hood. "Azazel?!" Andre looked at the Watcher, startled by his sudden utterance.

The seemingly asleep Watcher that just talked suddenly moved, standing up stoically. His shackles that were chained to his wrists and feet detached themselves. Everything that was once restraining him suddenly went loose, freeing the being.

"What does the Godking want from me? Do you want to free me from this hellhole?" Azazel laughed dryly.

"Ha. This cannot even be considered as a hellhole." Paimon muttered under his breath.

"That is part of my plans, yes. But I also need to inspect something in you." Andre replied.

"Never!" Azazel's wings unfolded as he flew up and threw a powerful force at him. Paimon wanted to move but Andre immediately stopped him.

He waved his hand up and easily deflected the Watcher's attack, which shocked the latter, "Impossible!"

"Can he be included with the people that we will bring to the Mysterious Abyss to train?" Andre asked the demon behind him. "Considering that he be forgiven from attacking your princely self, then he does have the potential to be trained as a general or even as a Duke." Paimon responded after scrutinizing the airborne Watcher.

"Then, apprehend him and make him learn." Andre nodded with satisfaction before turning around.

"Oh, before I forget.." Andre suddenly had an addendum, "He has a product from the Chaotic Dark Matter inside him. Will that be a problem?" He asked.

"Oh, really? Interesting." Paimon lifted his eyebrow with intrigue.

Feeling as if he was being ignored, Azazel raged and roared, "You bastards!" He then flapped his wings of shadows and zoomed towards them.

"Shush." Paimon raised his index finger and waved it upwards. Intangible shackles then shot forward and restrained the resisting Watcher. Paimon's finger continued to move as he then placed it on his mouth.

Azazel's mouth vanished as soon as Paimon's finger touched his own lips. "Wonderful." Paimon nodded approvingly before going back to talking with Andre.

"Impressive, Duke Paimon." Andre clapped formally. "It's nothing short of simple magic for a Spatiotemporal Demon like me." Paimon humbly denied his praise.

"Hurry and capture him. After doing so, we would be going to Mount Hermon, to the Tomb of The Fallen." Andre said.

"As you wish." Paimon nodded and waved his hands in a circle. A huge transparent box then appeared, surrounding the frantic Watcher. Gradually, the box shrunk into a small rectangular box that fits in his hand.

"That's quick." Andre nodded, impressed with the demon's abilities. "You have a soul that is of a god, my prince. You would be able to easily do this with a little bit of time and knowledge." Paimon responded.

Finished with what they were doing, they then left the Seal of Dudael and went to their next destination.

Without anything to seal any longer, the Seal of Dudael collapsed in itself, resulting with the western desert of the former Egypt crashing down, creating a huge sinkhole in the middle of the desert.

This alerted the scientists and researchers of different organizations, especially of the Kepler Society, as they are the organization that got to control it after the disbandment of Ouroboros.

West of Greater India, Mount Hermon.

At the peak of the mountain, Andre and Paimon stood in front of a stone. "It has been a long time since this Tomb was opened." Andre muttered.

"Tomb? What Tomb?" Azazel's voice asked worriedly, "This is a seal, right?"

"Shush, angel." Paimon reprimanded, "You have no right to speak like that to my prince."

"I just want to know what your prince meant by 'Tomb'."

"It is a seal, yes." Andre replied to Azazel, "But, the Seal of Dudael and The Seal of Hermon have different conditions."

"The Seal of Dudael, even if you want to die, wouldn't let you do anything. The Seal of Hermon, on the other hand, is not just a seal, but an arena. It will make everyone inside fight endlessly, training them but at the same time exhausting them" Andre explained. "You what?!" Azazel yelled in alarm.

"Shut up!" Paimon shook the box in his hand, making Azazel silent. "I did this to train them for a supposedly future event." Andre sighed.

"I wanted to use them once I have determined that Heaven needs to fall completely." Andre added, shocking Azazel. "You wanted to rebel against Heaven all along?!" He gasped.

"Why would I rebel against it in the first place if I am not even a part of it." Andre scoffed, "Heaven is but a puppet under my hands. If they lost their worth, I would simply end their reign. That simple." He then proceeded to push the stone to the side, revealing a dark cave behind.

When they entered, flames suddenly shone, emitting light around the cave. In front, a huge black gate. Engraved on it were images, depictions of the time when the Great Flood took place and the judgment were placed upon the sinners of Heaven.

He then pushed the gate with his hands. Crank! The ancient gate sounded as it was being slowly opened. When it was fully opened, Andre was shocked with what he saw.

A gruesome image was revealed to them. Dry blood dyed the entire hall. Skeletons of angels littered the ground while some even had bite marks. Some bodies still had flesh, but it was clearly eaten by something, or someone.

"Samyaza!!" Azazel yelled in terror when he saw what was happening inside.

In the middle of the hall, four figures surrounded one figure that was holding a flaming sword. When they heard Azazel's scream, the five turned around immediately.

"Brother Azazel?" The lone figure blurted out.

"Someone is added to our meal, brothers! HAHAHA!" one of the four cackled evilly.

"Sathariel, you damned being!" Azazel exclaimed angrily, "Lord Ándras, get me out of here, please! I have got to help my brother!" Azazel pleaded.

"You mustn't go out, Azazel. These four aren't something you can handle." Paimon suddenly spoke, "What do you even know, demon?!" Azazel yelled frustratedly.

"What do you mean, Paimon?" Andre asked. "Those four are different from the Awakens, my prince. They are already demons." Paimon stated with solemnity.

"Let me handle them." Paimon stepped forward, handing Azazel over to Andre, "Why?" He asked.

"It's because they are Owychws." Paimon said, "They are Demonic Spirits that should've existed above the Third Abyss. I only know of them because I sometimes visit the higher realm to hunt for resources. Their capabilities, once they reached adulthood, could exceed that of a Demon Saint. If it's just two, it would definitely be easy to defeat. Unfortunately, they're four, and defeating them would be a little bit of a hassle." Paimon sighed.

"Once I defeat them, can their body be given to me, my prince?" Paimon asked. "Sure. I have no reason to prevent you from having them." Andre nodded.

"Azazel, they have already sinned. Do you approve of their deaths?" Andre asked the sealed angel.

"They have killed my brethren and are threatening to kill my brother-in-arms." Saying that, Azazel has practically decided the four's fates.

"Then, go, Duke Paimon." Andre commanded, "Cleanse this land off of this filth."

Paimon's lips curled up to a smirk, "Then, my prince, let me show you how a Spatiotemporal Demon fights a battle."

"Feast on them, Brothers!" Sathariel shouted with glee. The four demons then shrieked and vanished from their positions.

Paimon stepped forward, his power spreading across the hall. Immediately, the four stopped moving; their time slowed dramatically.

"I thought this would be a tricky fight?" Andre muttered, dumbfoundedly looking at the four that looked frozen in time.

,m "Yes, my prince." Paimon heard what he said and responded, "Slowing their time is easy, but truly killing them is the tricky one." Paimon then walked towards the four.

He looked at Samyaza from the top to the bottom. Because of the hardships, his body was incredibly thin, with his bones being visible from the skin. "How long have you been fighting them?" He asked.

"I don't know, but it has been a long time." Samyaza replied hoarsely. Paimon then lifted his hand and opened his palm. A shiny blue orb materialized on it, and in it were images of what happened inside.

Paimon then nodded in approval with a smile on his face, "It's impressive that you have survived their assaults for two centuries. You really are desperate to live, aren't you?"