Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Another Plot – Another Priest – Another Person
⁜ High Inquisitor Felix POV

In a dark chamber filled with countless candlelights and the thick stench of iron and copper, a handsome male with pure silver hair and brown eyes knelt before a woman standing upon an altar, holding a bloody dagger in one hand and a human heart in the other.

“Saintess! I bring reports of the Divine Son’s movements!”

The Grand Inquisitor Felix wore a new robe from the last time. His rank upgraded as the bird with eight wings now looked more defined.

His emblem looked more like Asura’s strange form from Wolfsheim, its black and grey wings spreading outwards as if offering itself to others. It seemed distorted, with some wings being of other creatures and feathers dropping around the figure’s feet.

“Felix, do you believe I wouldn’t know what happens regarding the Divine Son?”

“Ah!?” Felix looked down with sweat dribbling down his face, the aura and density of the saintess causing his bones to creak, the weight so heavy his muscles began tearing apart, causing him terrible pain. ‘This bitch! Just because the prophecy foretells her becoming the mother of the divine son’s spawn!’

Suddenly, Abaddon slammed the black dagger into the corpse on her altar, the wet sound of blades piercing flesh echoing in her closed chamber as she twisted her head to face Felix with a twisted smile.

“What is that face of defiance? You know of my importance to the great one. How dare you look so displeased!”

She tossed the dagger towards Felix as the black metal rolled across the floor before clanging against his metal gauntlet.

“My Lady?”

Felix felt confused.

Why did she toss her dagger to him, the blood flicking all over his robe and face, causing his irritation to increase, but he tried to hide it from her notice? ‘Bitch!’

The Church of the Fallen Sun lacked unity among its various branches. The only thing that could hold them together with its existence was their true lord, the Divine Son, whose appearance Felix confirmed already. “I don’t understand your meaning…”

Abaddon watched Felix grasp the dagger, his eyes looking at her, desperate to hide his hatred and spite, but failed the moment he touched the dagger; his thoughts and desires reached her mind instantly.

“Now, use that dagger and carve your genitals and castrate yourself, then eat them. Leave no trace that you were ever a man. Such a coward doesn’t even deserve to have such a thing.”

“What!? Eh!”

Felix felt confused by her order, but then his hand suddenly moved against his will; the power of her aura grew further, weighing on him like a tonne of bricks crushing his body as the blade tore into his groin without skill, only destroying and carving flesh like a madman.

‘Bitch… Bitch… Bitch… Bitch…! I’ll kill you!! I’ll fucking KILL you!’

However, his target of hatred no longer existed in the same space.

She vanished the moment the knife hit the ground, and all the orders he heard came through her dagger that broke apart with each slice and stab, leaving the black metal inside his flesh, much to the increased agony that Felix endured.

The poor inquisitor lay in his blood for hours after devouring his proof of manhood with bloody tears and pale skin. He lost his mind in the darkness and forgot how his hatred should target because of her magic.

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⁜ Saintess of the Fallen Sun POV

The sane could never admire her beautiful features. With a twisted smile, Abaddon floated over the temple, her hands lifting towards the moon. Blood covered her face and hands and was painted across her lips as her twisted gaze became ecstatic.

“Ah~ Divine Son, you’re in the tower of death; soon we will meet, and I will fulfil your every desire.”

Seven women in white robes, covering their faces and bodies, appeared around the saintess with teleportation magic, all bowing before causing her smile to fade.

“What do you women want? I am having fun here! Ah~ my saviour is coming to me; I feel so good, so leave! Let me go to him now and have him take care of this wet and burning sensation in my loins~ hahaha!”

These women were the handmaidens of the saintess; with no eyes or tongues, they could not speak or judge the saintess. However, they would never allow her to meet the Divine Son before the prophecy stated, especially not for her sadistic and overzealous desires.

“Hiss! I said get out of my way, wench!”

Saintess Abaddon swiped her hand to the side, instantly causing the seven handmaidens to blast away from the air in a spout of blood before all of them reformed instantly, despite her power crushing them into nothingness.

“Wretched BITCHES! GET OUT OF MY WAY!”

The eight flew into a magical battle, their powers tearing at the surrounding forests, causing a typhoon to blow past the barren lands and the nearby church. The storm’s power broke the church’s towers and destroyed the glass windows.

The flying women battled with brutal force, their energies clashing with explosions, resulting in trees and stones turning into dust, the shattered remnants flying high into the air before being flung away.

The bright lights caused a sparkling flicker from miles away, followed by the people in the neighbouring cities covering their eyes. The shattering of the land’s terrain caused a roar of the ground breaking apart, echoing for miles around.

How many times did she kill these women in her life? Hundreds, maybe thousands of times, they wouldn’t die or disappear forever.

“Haa… haa…. haa… You monsters, I plucked your eyes…. carved out your tongue, yet why do you not die!?”

Abaddon panted, her eyes glaring at the seven women who healed instantly from being sliced into pieces. Even without their tongues, they could somehow make noise as if something controlled them, and then the woman who died would return to her side again.

She lifted her palm, forming a white flame before Abaddon’s magic vanished as if she became a no-mag. Nothing inside her moved as she desired. ‘What!? No… What’s happening?!’

“Silly girl…”

A woman of unworldly beauty, her nose small and lovely, smooth cheeks with a petite face and lovely red eyes stood in the air hovering above her. Perfect blonde hair fluttering under the moonlight, she wore a black robe with the same emblem as the saintess.

The female seemed to carry a certain dignity and wisdom as her body floated across the air in the same Saintess outfit as Abaddon; only hers was black.

“M-Mother!?” Abaddon gasped, seeing the former saintess who failed to receive the divine son’s child because he chose another caused her to feel fear. Her body trembled before her mother snapped her fingers.

“Gah!?”

Abaddon’s tongue exploded, blood and flesh pouring from her mouth as she tried to speak, to no avail, and the pain caused her to become dizzy.

“I locked your mana channels, so you can’t use magic. I wish to speak to you in private. Do you mind if I speak to my daughter, who has been a naughty child?”

Snap!

The next snap caused her eyes to pop, blindness reaching her consciousness, yet her body remained unharmed, and her wounds began healing.

“I’ll cut your limbs now, so come, let’s speak to mother and daughter.”

“!?”

Abaddon’s mind raced before she felt a hand penetrating her left lung, an intense pain causing her to struggle in place, her head looking around the night sky, unable to see a single star or moon, only the cold darkness that felt like death was reaching for her soul.

“Calm yourself and let Mother speak with you for a while. Okay?”

‘Crazy…. this crazy bitch will kill me… help…. somebody…’

She searched the air for anything as the darkness returned, an intense fear reaching her body like nothing ever did. Abaddon froze when the hand in her lung reached her heart, beating and pressing down on it before a smile filled with malice reflected in her barely recovering eyes.

A demon.

A devil.

A monster…

Her mother’s face twisted into a disgusting vision, nothing like the ethereal beauty from before, revealing a devil’s face, red and scaled skin, two black horns on her head and a twisted smile showing her long purple tongue.

“I’ve wanted to see your face for so long; I couldn’t believe my daughter would have such a personality. Such a psychopath…” Her mother spoke gently, yet her hand squeezed Abaddon’s heart within her chest.

“Gah!?”

“Daughter… why do you not speak to me or greet your mother? I suppose I should punish you, right?”

‘You bitch, you destroyed my tongue!’ Abaddon tried to speak and responded but knew it was too late; her mother had been a psychopath ever since they prophesied the Divine Son’s birth.

Her mother’s words made Abaddon shudder with a sense of impending doom.

“First, I’ll make you feel pain before I peel your skin slowly and feed it to the hounds; fufu, don’t worry, dear daughter, I won’t kill you.”

“!?”

“Not until I create a new mind in you. The church’s children are too rotten; we have to castrate them, set them alight, remove their eyes, and then carve out their tongues and feet to remove the disease. Yes, and then we’ll purify your soul. After all, we need to be ready for the Divine Son!”

‘Mama, please wait a moment!’

Abaddon attempted to speak but felt a sense of dread reaching her heart.

Before she could stop anything, a black vortex enveloped the two as her mother dragged her into the abyss.

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⁜ Meanwhile, The Tower of Death, 10th Floor Verana POV

Verana stood silently, her hands flickering with dark light around her conjured daggers. She watched with narrow eyes at the figure before her.

‘So it was true… Every ten floors, you will fight someone from your memories…’

Opposite her, Verena stood in red and silver leather armour, the same outfit she wore in their last life when she killed Verana with the help of Shang’s poisoned tea.

“To think I thought you were just congratulating me on marrying Asura as my sister…”

“Hahahahahaha? You… What idiot would believe that thought when I am but your shadow and replacement?” The Verana from the tower replied with the same attitude and face that Verana expected.

The feelings of that day started building inside Verana’s chest as the tower transformed its visage, forming the same room where she died…

The nostalgic books, the table where she and Asura spent two years working together to fulfil their dreams.

In the same room, her little sister Verena proposed, pretending to be her to Asura.

The room she defiled after killing her here!

“Sorry, Verena, but I am not the same anymore. I will kill you and take back my future with him. Even if Mother were to stand in my way, I would kill her too!”

“Hohohoh~ such a treacherous bitch. You would betray your family for a filthy no-mag?”

Verana didn’t speak anymore. Her body vanished before appearing in the face of her sister, once two peas in a pod, swearing to help each other now… She would kill her.