Chapter 443 Unwelcome Visitor

Chapter 443 Unwelcome Visitor

Camazotz had learned to hide his presence whenever he arrived in Sheol, but that didn't mean that he wasn't getting a lot of stares.

Everywhere that he looked, dragons and spirits were stoppping in the middle of the streets or poking their heads out of their heads to look at him.

Their hostility was unsettling for even him who spent such a large amount of time around death.

As he tried to ignore it, one of the passengers riding atop his back began to voice their anxiety.

lightsnοvεl "I don't like this... I don't think we are welcome here."

"It is fine... most likely. He is not as cruel and unreasonable as he wants the rest of the gods to think."

"Are you so certain...?"

"...No."

Camazotz carried his passengers all the way up to the floating castle in the sky and once again marveled at it's splendor.

However, they were only able to get so close before they started to feel a more overwhelming sense of danger.

They couldn't see any enemies, but they could sense very clearly that they were all around them. Trace the roots of this material to n0v★lbin

Numerous presences seemed to just be waiting for them to make the wrong move and give them an excuse to cut them down.

"Persephone.."

"It's fine. Take us down, Camazotz."

"As you wish."

The bat god flew down towards the white stone walkway that led towards the castle doors and walked carefully so that's surrounding invisible guardians would not perceive any of his movements as hostile or sneaky.

The front doors opened of their own volition, and Camazotz walked through on all fours without any hesitation.

The allure of good food was a greater motivator than the fear of death!

Even though it had been a while since his last visit, he still remembered the way to the throne room as if he had just come here yesterday.

"I'm nervous..."

"It is too late to turn back now... we are already in his house."

"Heaven help us.."

Camazotz finally walked through the last pair of thick jewel encrusted doors and stepped inside of the grand hall once again.

Unlike before, they did not find multiple women seated on the thrones this time.

Instead, there was only a man, two young women, and... a baby?

'So cute...'

While Persephone was focused on the young child who was trying to eat his own fist, Camazotz couldn't take his eyes off of the man he had come here to see.

Abaddon looked like the textbook image of an ancient god.

He lounged upon his great stone throne like a coiled dragon, wearing only a long red ceremonial skirt with a golden tassel wrapped around his midsection.

The jewelry glittering off of his body was only made more radiant by his glimmering dark bronze skin that was in no way inferior to the precious metals themselves.

His blood red hair was still long and fiery, but it looked to have recently been cut.

It only came to the back of his knees now instead of his ankles like before.

His head rested leisurely in his left hand and his entire body seemed to exhude a somewhat relaxed and tranquil air.

Standing on opposite sides of his throne were two young women who were nearly as beautiful as he.

Appearing at around the ages of seventeen and fifteen, the older one seemed more lighthearted and playful with her blonde hair and glowing purple eyes, and the younger one seemed far less approachable, with snow white hair and burning red eyes.

"Camazotz will happily eat him to clean this mess up, even though he does not like spider blood!"

The spider made a clicking sound with his teeth, and his body started to grow within his confined shackles.

"You two just looked like you were up to something interesting so I decided to tail you out of instinct, but who would have known that it was something like this..? Naughty, naughty."

Kneeling on the floor of Abaddon's throne room was a bald headed man with very dark skin and pure white eyes.

Unlike a normal person, he had four legs and four arms that were reminiscent of a spider.

He smiled nervously at the dragon sitting upon the throne, and revealed pointed fangs in his mouth that looked venomous in nature.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Dragon. I am-"

"Anansi. From the Akan pantheon."

"You've heard of me? All good I hope!"

"Mhm. God of knowledge, stories, trickery, and wisdom. Son of Nyame, and Asase Ya."

Anansi's white eyes twinkled brightly with glimmers of hope.

"At your service, Abaddon. Or do you prefer Vovin? Muriel? Apollyon? Big Dadd-"

"Stop talking."

A hand of shadows reached up and grabbed the spider god forcefully by the head and started to apply an unhealthy amount of pressure onto his skull.

"G-Gah! Alright, alright, no more joking! Mercy!"

"Mercy?"

Abaddon stood up from his throne and placed little Straga in the seat in his place.

His bare feet carried him towards the subdued spider, and with each step his pressure became more and more insurmountable and suffocating.

"I must admit that you do have some gall. Sneaking into the home where my sisters come to relax, and where my children lay their heads...

It has been so very long, since I have felt so disrespected by a whelp from the heavens. And now, you have the nerve to come here and ask me.. for mercy."

Anansi felt like his entire chest was going to cave in with every second that he lingered within Abaddon's presence.

His father was an aspect of the creator deity himself, but even he did not make him feel this helpless.

The dragon was truly a monster of which there could be no compare.

"I-I wish to strike the same deal with you as these three! I want to join you in your crusade against the rest of the gods!"

"Do you now? Funny."

Abaddon unfurled his wings from his back and Anansi felt like he was going to throw up.

They were horrifyingly unsettling things, with one side being leathery and demonic and the other being feathery and angelic.

On each of his eight wings, a giant eye opened up directly in the center.

Some were goat-like, others were reptilian, and a couple were human.

Each of them were different colors than the next, and gave off an equally disturbing impression.

But it was when they started to glow that Anansi became truly afraid.

With their mystifying glow, the eyes within the wings stripped him of what he considered to be his greatest ability.

The talent to lie.

"Why don't you tell us all just how deeply the depths of your sincerity go?"

Anansi felt his mouth start to move against his own volition, and he knew in the back of his mind that his life was no longer guaranteed.