The Primordial Record novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580 I Cannot Be Shaken

580 I Cannot Be Shaken

Kohron appeared in his usual diabolical form, he stood more than 5,000 feet tall and had giant wings like a bat, but they were not aflame with hellfire like before, only releasing thick black smoke like an infernal volcano, his skin was not as red as before but a bit brown, even the movement of his spear tipped tail seemed lacking in power.

Yet all this did not detract from the sheer depravity that he embodied and Reality began to slowly twist as beneath his cloven hoof an apparition of endless suffering appeared.

The death and endless battle of myriad beings was his domain and below him they battled for an eternity, imprisoned by the sheer will of this Demon Prince.

Kohron opened his mouth and his deep and sepulchral voice sounded like a hymn from the mouths of screaming demons,

"Once again I stand at the precipice between the living and the dead, Chaos and Order. I stand before the dying screams of the gods and the wretched longing of mortals for salvation… A soothing balm to my soul that craves the eternal touch of Strife…"

The Demon took another step, "...Yet, like a dream that never ends, once more I find you here, the architect of this grave festivity that delights the senses as well as breaches the statutes we are sworn to hold. Oh, brother, your gaze and your hunger places mine to shame."

The Demon Prince opened his mouth wide and laughed, "I have to tell you, brother, death did you justice…. I like it. Show me more!"

Rowan's cold eyes looked at Demon Prince like a snake looking at a particularly tough piece of flesh, he looked away dismissively. Once when Rowan saw him on Jarkarr he was a giant that seemed unfathomable, now….

Rowan turned and concentrated on his palms, making sure the last Major God alive did not make any surprising escape. Zekiel was the last god to die. He opened his massive palm and a passing wave of Aether blew away the remains of the gods, like ashes they were all gone.

The grin on the face of the Demon Prince faded a bit, "Are you thinking that I'm not worth your ear brother? I would have to correct your…"

Rowan waved his hand like a mortal waving away a fly and Kohron was flung away for tens of millions of miles by a large burst of Telekinesis, his body was shot into a star.

With a small rotation of his Telekinesis, Rowan destabilized the operation of the star and it imploded.

Maintaining his Telekinesis hold on the imploding star, Rowan created massive chains from its dying flames that stabbed into the body of Kohron, wrapping him in place, another separate chain shrank and pierced through the lips and jaws of the Demon Prince, sealing it shut.

"Silence," Rowan said and closed his eyes, focusing on his Mental Space and the growing mounds of Soul Crystals, it was time he took the next step forward and he was eager to do so.

This body of the Demon Prince that stepped through was not even equal to the one that challenged his father on Jarkarr.

Rowan would not suffer the endless prattle of the weak, he could endure to do so for his beloved subjects and children but not for all, especially his enemies, his time was precious.