248 War for a Coffee Table

In the present, inside Helial's Soul

How can love and hate coexist in the body of the same person?

How can chaos embrace order and merge with it, become one, as a single entity capable of thinking, moving and procreating?

In the perpetual and interchangeable coexistence between chaos and order, there are always two individuals, parts of an inseparable combination. In different quantities and qualities, two contain one. Regardless of individuals, there is always a role; and this can be covered in multiple ways by the same person.

Chaos is not always chaos, just as order is not always order. But when two individuals meet, one perpetuates Chaos, the other Order.

The resolution of this meeting is in turn expressed in forms that reflect the unity of the subjects.

"So let me get this straight," said Iblis ready to literally set himself on fire, "Scarlet Tear and Morning Lightning are able to create Blood and Lightning Mana starting from the Mana of those who use them and to melt the same energies at will?"

Iblis' hands showed a slight flicker.

"Exactly," Alexander nodded, blowing gently on the cup full of steaming tea that he held in his hands.

"And could you activate both objects at any time to ensure a burst of devastating proportions to Helial's power?"

Iblis's agitation was every second more evident. Now the spoon, which stirred the tea in the cup in front of the boy, was spinning faster and faster.

"Obviously."

"And not only that, this Burst would also allow him to use two complementary energies and merge them within his Runes, which you could make him understand with a snap of your fingers."

Iblis's cup cracked slightly, unable to tolerate the force exerted on the fragile porcelain.

"Ah-ah."

CRACK

"And this could not only guarantee an energy higher than that given by Flame of the Qilin, given that these fucking WEAPONS were created by the greatest blacksmith ever, but also make him understand that Life and Destruction could be included in the Runes, with a little practice."

Alexander nodded. "Correct."

"So your interference would affect his life, his possible death today and the death of those close to him now."

"But if those are all rhetorical questions, do I really need to answer them?"

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe, on an endless planet, dozens, even hundreds of times larger than the one on which Alexander and Iblis were

In a huge hall, a woman of impossible beauty sat in mid-air, levitating half a meter from the ground.

Her eyes suddenly opened, with a vaguely astonished expression painted on her face.

A woman dressed in black immediately appeared at her side. She had flourishing and abundant breasts that risked getting out from her bodice. Raven hair came down to the sides, embracing her from all sides.

"Have you heard too?" Siche asked solemnly, with furrowed eyebrows.

Jeanne nodded, strangely serious. It was difficult to remove the carefree vivacity from her limbs, but this time a single vibration out of place had managed to totally upset her. It was a vibration far too strong to ignore it.

The two women exchanged glances and scanned the part of the universe that belonged to the Destruction with their Divine Sense.

The building they were in was a huge construction made of a material that looked like red and dark purple marble. Countless columns, very tall and robust, supported the floors of each floor and the ceiling was so high that an ordinary mortal could not have distinguished it, in the dark.

The red veins of the stone of which the palace was made shone with their own light, bathing everything and everyone with their scarlet light.

"Nothing, it's impossible to locate it," Siche admitted, after exhausting research. "It's too blurry."

"If Tsukuyomi were here, he probably could tell us more," sighed Jeanne.

The other woman shook her head bitterly, and the very long hair waved behind her back, forming shining waves. "Nobody knows where she ended up. She is still convinced that the master is not dead. The last time I saw her, she told me that when the teacher showed up with us, she would come back too," Siche said with a hint of regret in her voice.

"So ... we'll never see her again ..."

…

Ninth circle of hell

Kirin watched Qinguang, who stood in front of him, while waiting for his verdict.

They were inside the last circle of Hell, where Qinguang had locked up the greatest criminals to punish them for all eternity.

Looking at his long white beard and snow-white hair, Kirin remained in respectful silence.

"We cannot know where the Mana vibration that we felt comes from. I searched a lot, in our part of the universe, but to no avail. And the vibration is too blurry for me to locate it. Even if it were the prediction of an apocalyptic confrontation, only someone at the level of my daughter could have located it."

Kirin shook his head and brought his gargantuan figure out of hell moving just one leg.

…

"I'm asking you to answer because I want to understand if we have to turn your shit into a massacre," said Iblis, trembling.

Alexander smiled, hiding his anger behind an apparent calm, but so inconsistent that it could have evaporated into thin air in a few moments.

"Think what an imbecile you are," replied the King of Madonia sardonically. "Do you think that carrying out a massacre could really allow a child to become stronger?!"

The cup of tea that Iblis had in front of him shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Tea spilled onto the floor and watered the turf that the Devil had under his feet. The spoon, however, remained suspended in nothingness to perform its task, to mix a non-existent drink, and turned at an impressive speed.

"You...!"

Even the spoon fell on the grass with a dull, almost imperceptible sound.

Alexander's eyes thinned and emanated a murderous Aura flowers from the municipality. His patience was over. Again.

Whenever there was talk of the right way to train Helial, the situation deteriorated in seconds.

The conversation had progressed far too long with strangely calm tones and subdued threats. In fact, ten minutes had already passed since they had almost sparked yet another war. A not indifferent record.

Alexander could no longer hide his anger and threw the coffee table on which Iblis usually took his tea into the air.

The Devil sensed the trajectory it was taking and sensed that, if he did not stop it in time, the fully prepared dinner table would have been destroyed.

With an imperceptible finger gesture, all the furniture was floating in the air was pulverized before being able to reach the table that Iblis set every day with a meticulous care.

Iblis got up from his chair, trying to hold back the urge to take his normal form.

Approaching barefoot on the grass towards Alexander, a huge Mana of Destruction spear appeared in his right hand.

Bucephalus and Alexander remained petrified. They did not expect such a violent reaction from Iblis.

"Do you really want to cause a war within the universe for a ..."

"Silence." Iblis moved a hand in mid-air. Bucephalus and Alexander felt in an invisible grip of steel tighten around their throats.

Arriving two steps from Alexander, Iblis touched the white pendant that he wore around his neck and rested his eyes on the still immaculate coffee table.

"Alexander, Qinguang, Kirin, the whole Clan of Life, I don't care," he said, pointing to the table where the objects had flown earlier. "If something should hit that table, I swear on all that is diabolical that of you and this infamous beast there will be nothing but a grain of dust. Let them come with their armies, those idiots. They are not the real threat to Helial, not as long as I exist at least.

"During these millennia, although my body is refined inside a sword, my soul remains more than enough to eliminate some scoundrel. Unless someone on Amaterasu's level has come out of nowhere or is hiding in some corner of the universe, the only thing you need to worry about now is my patience. I don't want to create a war just because it wouldn't give the Shithead enough chance to grow on the right path. But, if you dare touch that table, you have my word that this war will happen."

Alexander waved his hand and the pressure on his throat disappeared.

"This era is not worthy of being called such," Alexander whispered. "They all still live in your shadows, yours and Amaterasu's, Iblis. But everything about you and her doesn't interest me, that's your problem." Alexander snapped his fingers as he stared straight at Iblis. "But a King never leaves his General, never."