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Chapter 599 Prayer To Saint Tales

The weight of the choices made in that Edenic moment pressed heavily upon Lucifer's ethereal form. He, the orchestrator of discord, felt the searing pain of regret, a remorseful symphony that played incessantly in the recesses of his mind. The tendrils of time wrapped around him, dragging him into a relentless journey of self-inflicted suffering.

For many years to come, Lucifer wandered through the realms of existence, burdened by the knowledge of his role in the expulsion from Eden. The once-potent flames of rebellion now flickered with a muted sorrow. The cosmic echo of his own deceit reverberated through the corridors of eternity, a haunting reminder of the choices that had severed the harmonious connection between humanity and the divine.

The pain Lucifer felt was not merely a fleeting pang but a perpetual ache, an eternal wound etched into the fabric of his being. Each passing moment bore witness to the enduring consequences of his misguided ambitions. The weight of that pain, carried through the eons, became a testament to the complexity of existence and the irreversible nature of choices made in the throes of arrogance.

Meanwhile, the sin of man was not just on his head. For you see, sin staining man was not just on his head, for man was the 'perfect creature,' made in a likeness unlike any other. 

As man went about the Earths in search of food, striking the ground to harvest from it, he also cursed the earths. 

And slowly, the drift between the earths began. 

But it was not until the time of Noah did it truly break apart. 

Nevertheless, Lucifer was also deep in work. While the one above all wanted man to bond with him once more, and be free of sin, Lucifer in his guilt swore to make man once more climb the right path.

Lucifer was not an ordinary being. As one that existed outside the flow of time, his oath was an eternal one...

"And that is why my master brings the apocalypse?" Lenny asked. 

The primordial Beast chuckled a bit, "well, that is what we see, but as you know, things are not always what they seem when it comes to divine beings. Their machinations are never what they reveal. After all, don't you think that the Morningstar himself should have greater ambitions outside just the restoration of man?" 

Lenny frowned a bit. He wanted to say something but he did not exactly know how to respond. Eventually he spoke. "Are you saying that my master had another agenda?" 

"Maybe! In fact, I am most positive about it. I wouldn't trust that old one if I was you."

"And I should trust you?" Lenny answered sadistically.

"Lenny Tales, I have known you since before you came to this world. You touched this earth from the ninth and smallest Earth. You see, all Primordial beasts of every Earth are connected. Our minds are intertwined, and so are our wills.

I am aware of the kind of life you lived. You gave your body and soul to right the wrong of the world, even against all odds, you still broke stick and bones to see your goal fulfilled. 

Even when the world hated you for it, and called you names. You still sought justice in your own way. Although I do find many of your means detestable, to say that I do not admire your resilience is a lie. A lie that I won't tell. 

However, your effort have been but a drop in the ocean, barely making a splash. Even after Lucifer took you and made you his disciple, blessing you with a system that makes even an old being like myself drool with Envy.

It is all futile. Besides, you have been too preoccupied with acquiring power and defending against your enemies that you have barely had time to do as your heart desires."

The mighty Primordial Beast, Crimson Seraph amidst its aquatic realm, suddenly swayed its tentacles in a dance that stirred the waters, unveiling a spectral display. The water formed images yet again. 

But this time around, it was of human suffering. In the watery tapestry, the images unfolded vividly—hapless souls entangled in the clutches of demonic forces, their torment echoing in silent waves.

Amidst the aquatic visions, the scene shifted, revealing a gladiator arena where desperate humans fought for their lives against one another as demons, who were the spectators laughed mockingly from behind.

 The clash of weapons, the scent of fear, and the taste of desperation hung thick in the aquatic air. The waters, now a canvas of despair, painted a haunting portrait of anguish.

Yet, amidst the sea of suffering, a singular image emerged—a small slave girl, her knees pressed against the cold ground, a beacon of hope in the abyss of despair. Her plea resonated through the aquatic expanse as she fervently prayed, invoking the name of Saint Lenny Tales, the deliverer of humans and hunter of demons.

"Oh heavens, please lead Saint Lenny Tales, that mighty savior, to deliver us from our torments," echoed the girl's desperate prayer, a poignant melody that reverberated through the liquid medium. The waters shimmered with the intensity of her plea, carrying the weight of countless voices yearning for liberation.

Lenny was not a fool. One look at the girl and he understood what was going on. After all, news of a human bringing down a demon town had somehow reached these human slaves. 

If they were faithless people in this world, then it was not Gladiators. Any form of hope, even it be a single thread like the web of a tiny spider, they would hold on tight to it. 

"This is just one of many. I am connected to the entire earth. I see and hear their plea for help. each one of them begging you to come deliver them of their pain and suffering." 

As the primordial beast spoke, lenny bowed his head a bit and even though water was all around him, it was clear to the primordial beast that Lenny was in tears...

(Author's note: Congratulations, guys. We are now at Chapter 600. Thank you all for your love, and the gifts. You guys are awesome. Okay back to the story now...)