The gate the City of Sheol was presently using was extremely thick, and Rowan doubted that even his Sovereigns would be able to through it. Yet, it had nearly been breached.
The shock in Rowan’s heart was monumental, during the period when he had not been in complete control of his powers, someone living inside him had been trying to break into his bloodline, and from the deep scratches on the gates of his City of Sheol, if he had delayed for a few more months in reality, that would give the intruder enough years to tear their way into his bloodline center of power.
How had he not been aware that he was in danger? How could Eva or any of his Angels allow such desecration on his bloodline? He had thought the trend where his body betrayed him was past, but a shadow had remained, a weak point that he had overlooked, or maybe it was something new, something he had no defense against because he had never encountered it before.
Rowan smiled, he was experiencing an emotion he had never felt before, and it was not rage he felt, it was something deeper than that, approaching what he felt about his father.
He had sacrificed and schemed for the opportunity to escape the hold over him from all sorts of enemies who sought to control or kill him, and when he was on the verge of freedom, something else inside of him thought he was weak enough or sufficiently distracted that they could infiltrate his bloodline without his knowing.
"Who is it? What the fuck did I miss?" he was on the verge of ascension, and he did not have the time to properly investigate all avenues of weakness he had but it was not hard for him to narrow the list of suspects down to one individual.
He had previously been warned of the dangers in the past by the Lady of Shadow, or perhaps the rot went deeper than he suspected. Rowan hoped that was not the case.
Yet their plans were on the verge of failure, Time and Luck were not on their side for Rowan was here.
His consciousness touched the gate of his City of Sheol, and a bright light exploded from it. Accessing his bloodline deeper than he had ever done before since he usually did this with the Primordial Record, he had to brace for a deluge of information that nearly blasted his single consciousness into nothingness, but he had succeeded in giving the order for ascension, and Rowan hurriedly tore his consciousness away from the gate.
The Primordial force sleeping deep inside the City of Sheol was activated and a pressure pushed back the purple haze for miles.
Surrounding Sheol was the Primordial Sea, half of which was black, and the other half was bright sparkling water, on the black side of the sea were endless rows of kneeling Angels of Char. There were now many strange and powerful figures among their numbers, which had multiplied over the years, their numbers were now as numerous as sands on the beach.
Rowan’s consciousness suddenly collapsed with a painful groan. His appearance all this while resembled a pale white smoke with a humanoid form. Now this smoke was on its knees, and it looked at the edge of dissipation.
It was not even that difficult to feign that he was gravely hurt and needed time to recuperate. Upgrading his bloodline with a single consciousness was like a mortal pushing a mountain. He might have succeeded but he had gravely injured himself, if he had muscles then it would translate to him tearing every single fiber of muscle he had in his body.
Rowan was used to pain, and at his level, such injuries could be shifted to the side while he focused on other things. He only needed to appear as if he was in his weakest moment for his enemies to....
"BOOM!!!"
... Strike.
A massive clawed hand seized Rowan’s consciousness and slammed it to the ground. He felt a wave of cold power flood his consciousness, emerging from the hand that grabbed him.
The cold power healed all his injuries until his consciousness was in peak condition, but it also gave his consciousness flesh.
The smell of rot and burning dead flesh entered his nose, "This is the part where you beg for your life, Creator, and allow me to control your kingdom on your behalf. You are far too young to understand how to manage your creations properly. I am here to ease you of the burden."
The voice of his captor was unknown to him, sounding neither male nor female, but it had a rasping quality to it as if the throats of the person had been scorched repeatedly, and speaking of any form was accompanied by great pain.
Rowan wanted to turn to see who was responsible for holding him down, but his face was pressed back to the ground and he felt an intense burst of pain that went from his back to his chest.
He wheezed as his lungs became filled with blood, clogging his airways and depriving him of the energy to concentrate. His face was turned to the side and something heavy was dropped beside him.
It was his beating heart that was furiously pumping out the last of his blood inside of it, some of it sprayed on his face, and Rowan felt its warmness, and for a brief moment he recalled and missed the feeling of being a mortal.
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