Chapter Thirty Two, Satan, the Wandering Devil, the Mother, and the Benevolent.

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  A shirtless man gazed down upon a massive mountain range. It was infested with animals, amalgamations, monsters and demons.

  "I thought the young ones were all human..." Jora muttered.

  He glared at the sprawling demon empire, his red eyes giving a rather empty stare...

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  His eyes glanced over towards the figure afloat next to him.

  "Well yes, but no at the same time... They are still the four gods of humanity, the Earth Immortals, but two of them happen to have evolved into demon gods as well. In Aeternum, demon kind stem from Eltaras and Joriah. They indeed did inherit a fraction of your Eldrid blood, and after countless rank ups, they awakened to that little bloodline. Effectively, they are Half-Demons, half human, half demon, with the tiniest pitch of real Eldrid blood... But yeah, through their evolutions, and me giving them Monster Production, they evolved the skill into Demon Creation. Now we have countless demons roaming the world with your diluted demon blood... You're a Demon God as well!" Ana explained.

  Jora exhaled at that.

  "Interesting, interesting..." He murmured, a hand placed on his chin.

  The two stared at the palace hidden deep in the mountains.

  And they warped through space.

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  A man sat atop a throne. A throne of tendrils, eyes, and monstrous demonic energy. His body was lined with markings, demonic scriptures that faded from his tan skin over the course of history. There was a shawl draped around his arms, reaching around his back. Even this shawl was adorned with demonic eyes, identical to the third eye located directly in the center of his forehead.

  He had long black hair, and deep red eyes. His face was chiseled, but it had a soft beauty that would make any gaze linger. Seductive, perhaps purposefully. His ears were pierced with jewelry, crosses hanging upside down and upright on either side. He wore no top piece, his physique visible to the world, but he did have bottoms. Thick baggy cloth, that didn't look any bit grand, but magical energies ran through it.

  This man was Eltaras, Earth Immortal, Demon God...

  Satan...

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  Beneath him, on the floor of the imperial throne room, bowed a multitude of figures. His high ranking demon personnel.

  "Dismissed." He waved his hand, and with that, the figures disappeared. They leapt through windows, like shadowy entities, or they slinked into dark corners, vanishing. Some warped, space tumbling as they disappeared completely.

  With all of them gone, the man on the throne laid back.

  And then he mumbled to himself.

  "S-rank cannot be the peak... Lord Mother told us it wasn't... But it's been so long! I can hardly raise a level every few hundred years... The next rank is so close! Only two levels away!" His hand extended, reaching forward, as if trying to grasp for something that was not there.

  "I'd say Level 498 is still a massive accomplishment." His head swung around, his right hand bursting into a blood red flame, as an actual sword of blood manifested within his left palm.

  His eyes stared into the darkness, the shadow attached to the right side of the throne room.

  The windows to this chamber were small, small enough for just some light to enter. So it was still rather dark, despite the outside world being so bright.

  His eyes were accustomed to the darkness however, and quickly...

  He became docile.

  "L-L-L-..." His blood returned to his body, flowing into his wrist. The bloodfire seeped back into his arm.

  A figure emerged from the shadow, stepping into a dim ray of light.

  His face was illuminated, and another woman stepped into the light alongside him.

  Eltaras, dropped to his knees.

  A smile emerged on his face.

  A crazed one.

  The same one emerged on the face of the man across from Eltaras.

  "Forty thousand years? Been a while son... You're rather strong!" Jora spoke, a laugh escaping from Eltaras.

  The man continued to kneel on both of his knees, an ecstatic and praise filled expression on his face.

  "O' Lord Father!" He exclaimed. With little self control, Eltaras stumbled to his feet, throwing himself at Jora.

  Jora smiled in interest, and he didn't move. Eltaras collided with he, embracing him in a hug, and Jora reciprocated it.

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  He pat the man on his back, a small bout of surprise residing within.

  "You have missed a lot... We've done so much! Founded empires... Raised races! We've evolved Aeternum to a great point under Mother's command! Have you seen it all?" Eltaras backed away, a grin on his face.

  "Me and Joriah have been-"

  "Ah-ah. I was going to tell him that." The woman cut in, Ana. Eltaras closed his mouth at that.

  He seemed rather eager to talk, and of course, Jora didn't ignore that small exchange.

  "Tell me?..." He turned his cheek towards the woman standing just behind him.

  "Looks like we're visiting Joriah next... Time to skip continents!"

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  A woman stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing down into a gaping split in the earth.

  At the depths of this ravine, this massive opening that drilled down to the depths of the earth, was a turbulent storm of energy. Glowing a fiery orange, a chaotic storm of mana, elements, and the more elusive demonic energy.

  A mixture of fire, darkness, blood, and a multitude of other elements, created this nasty energy. And it was abundant, down in this ravine.

  Atop these deviant energies, was the ever profound spatial element. A mass amount of it as well, tumbling and folding around, warping space.

  The woman, peered into the collection of power. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind. Her piercing red eyes evoked fear.

  She was equipped in a black cropped wrap top piece, covering her chest, but leaving her shoulders and abdomen exposed. A linen skirt wrapped around her waist. Layered, and black, like her top. It split at her thigh, letting her leg be visible to the world. Adorning her arms were dark leather bracers and armbands, accentuating her ancient warrior look. On her feet were wrapped bindings, hiding her calves away, and the soles of her feet.

  She fit the visage of an ancient gladiator...

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  Her lip lifted, a look of annoyance finding its way to her face.

  "What... Another year of constant feeding? Finally there. Ugh, after thousands of years..." She seemed to be bothered by whatever this ravine was.

  This woman was a fabled, Earth Immortal.

  Demon God, Joriah...

  The Devil....

  She snickered, turning away.

  And she was met with a shocking sight.

  A man in the lead, one that she was overly familiar with.

  Her brother, Eltaras.

  He had a smile on his face. A pride filled one.

  And then he stepped to the side.

  Two more figures, ones she was familiar with as well.

  Her jaw dropped. Her heart raced.

  And she exploded into a smile.

  With no words to speak, she leapt forward, taking the two figures in her arms, and they reciprocated her clutches.

  "Father... Mother..." She shook her head in their chests, chuckling to herself.

  The two only smiled, her father patting her on her back.

  "Forty thousand years... No big deal? How have you been progressing?" He asked.

  She backed away, a hearty smile attached to her face.

  "Level 498! Slow growth these past millennia, but still progressing... More importantly, as of late, we have been working on this!"

  She was happy to speak, and her arms were thrown towards the ravine behind her, pointing towards the fissure.

  "There it is." She heard her mother, Ana, speak.

  Her father stepped forward, passing by her and the rest of the group.

  "Lord Mother wanted to explain it herself..." Eltaras spoke, clearing up the miniscule amount of confusion that brewed in Joriah's mind.

  As he said that, their mother stepped past them, following their father's steps.

  "And this is?" He questioned.

  "This beauty, is another dimensional layer in the midst of being opened!" She exclaimed, with a smile.

  Their father tilted his head.

  "Accumulating all of this energy, the goal is to open up a dimensional hole, creating a gateway, having all of this energy fold into the opening, and create a stabilized space. Another layer of space! Hell! A realm for the demon kind to wildly proliferate, and reproduce. A lesser world for Eltaras and Joriah to govern. Kuta and Ana'fae intend to remain here in the main world of Aeternum... It creates a kind of, game-like scenario. Kuta and Ana'fae govern Aeternum. Eltaras and Joriah lord over Hell. The two sides oppose each other, warring, spurring world growth on both sides... A game to the gods, but real life to the mortals... It'll boost their power, their adaptability, their fortitude... We don't want a weak world. We need a strong one, to be able to combat foreign planets." Their mother spoke. It made them elevate their brows... They didn't often see her speaking so many words in one go...

  "I see..." Their father nodded, "I wonder how long until Aeternum matches up with Yara." He spoke, and that made their ears perk up.

  "Yara?" Joriah questioned.

  Their mother glanced backwards, a strange look on their face.

  "Yara, a land of gods." Their father spoke, taking control of the topic. "In truth, it is only a Lesser World. But it contains real gods, real entities that are far beyond your power. SSS-rank Emperors. SSS-rank Demon Lords. SSS-rank Dragons. The gods of that planet are all in the World-rank. A step above the letter category. This world, Aeternum, is young. Infallibly young. But it is growing fast, thanks to you four... I hope to have you four in the World-rank soon enough. I hope for there to be a legion of lesser gods under you. And I hope for Aeternum to be able to stand above Yara, in due time." Their father's hands were clasped behind his back, and he spoke his words into the cavern beneath them.

  It was a small speech, but it inspired awe. And it opened up their minds to a new thought.

  They weren't even real gods yet?

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  A woman shed tears. The Mother of Humanity.

  Her golden eyes were on full display, emotion filled. Her time in her palace was disrupted, but she had no qualms.

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  She embraced both Jora and Ana, hugging them tight.

  Ana'fae was rather happy to see her creators after such a long time.

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  A beautiful man traversed the land, a smile on his face as he poured a mystical, mana filled liquid onto the earth.

  The God of Benevolence, Justice, Fairness, Life, Light, and everything nice.

  He spoke to the group before him.

  "Long time no see!"

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  Jora and Ana both smiled, Kuta relinquishing the gourd into a spatial pocket. His arms wrapped around the two people, a warm smile on his face.

  "How does it feel, being the last one to see them?" Joriah chuckled, mischievously. Obviously she was attempting to stir up some chaos.

  "You know my opinions, sister. We are all of the same authority, I just happened to be farthest from reach! We all get to reunite the same, I'm not sore over the extra hours you have got to experience with our parents..." He retained the happy smile on his face, undisturbed by her efforts.

  She scoffed at that.

  "Stop being so nice. Just because you're some benevolent god, doesn't mean you have to keep up that act around us." Joriah shot back.

  Eltaras smirked, Ana'fae sighed.

  Jora and Ana both chuckled.

  "It's no act. I've simply embraced my Talents... You can say the same!" Kuta held his warm smile, and Joriah could only scowl.

  The four of them had been reconnected with their creators, and beneath the surface, each of them was content.

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