Chapter 99 A battlefield of death (1)

Chapter 99 A battlefield of death (1)

Chapter 99: A battlefield of death (1)

Hunter put his hand on the oval stone and closed his eyes.

With the madness' help, he would soon be able to enter the graveyard, where divine existences were subdued and killed by the man whose powers Hunter had inherited.

After a few seconds of chilling silence, Hunter felt his soul and Immortal Origin getting stirred. It was as though the invisible force was confirming his identification, then joined the soul with the unique only to him origin.

And then, Hunter disappeared from the highest mountain.

He spent a few minutes floating in abundant darkness, with nothing in sight. A moment later, stars started to coalesce, casting their glow at him.

This particular moment felt like he was on the top of the universe, or at least somewhere close to it.

The stars soon formed a vast gate, which opened upon him coming close to it. Within that gate, Hunter could see the grayish fog, dark soil, and, naturally, unique graves where drops of divine blood had taken form, adorning their graves in their domain to break free.

He stepped on the gate's threshold and then entered inside the graveyard.

The madness drummed in his heart. n(.OVelb1n

[You're lucky since the divine existences related to death are at the front of the graveyard. Their presence strengthens the formation of the graveyard, making it impossible for anyone to find it. Further, those fools and their naive attempts to escape this place add another layer of protection.]

"Since they are related to death, were they companions of him?" Hunter asked, slowly getting used to calling the owner of this graveyard 'him'.

The madness' turned his heart beat faster and wild, as though laughing.

[Some were loyal, some were scheming to steal the power of absolute death... but at the end of it, all of them turned their backs to him! Which is why there should be only one who governs the death!] The madness' thoughts gradually subsided, and he calmly spoke to Hunter. [But if you believe that woman will be with you for an eternity, you're free to repeat the same mistake. His wish!]

It sounded as though the previous owner wanted to have someone close to him... but Hunter didn't dwell on that and decided to go forward to check the graves.

The madness was within him, giving him the protection he needed to scrutinize the tombs.

There were many of them.

Hunter saw a cross-like grave veiled in nothing but white webs, looking like a mummy. It was surrounded by dark trees, from which ropes of spider's web were connected to the cross, making it seem as though the existence within it wanted to use those webs as paths to escape.

[Arachne.]

Hearing the explanation of this grave, Hunter had a short imagination trip in which he saw Aimee as a spider-woman. He saw her with six legs and a human torso at first, which was something he was against! And then, his mind coalesced a quite good image of his girlfriend walking forward on two scythe-like spider legs, with the spider's limbs sprouting from her back.

It was much better, even though it was still scary.

But for some reason, Hunter also could find an allure in such a form.

There was some beauty to it that he couldn't put into words, only appreciate.

Alas, that was not it.

Something within him told Hunter that this choice wasn't the best for Aimee.

Hunter soon noticed another grave, which was built from a dark marble. It would look like common graves from Earth if it weren't for many hands sprouting from the vertical point of it.

Skulls, weapons, bones, limbs, and even heads of some unfamiliar people were clenched by those hands, forming a grotesque picture adequate to the divine existence related to death.

[Kali.]

Hunter's mind produced an image of Aimee once again. This time, she stood with many arms protruding from her beautiful figure, her presence deadly. Yet, as she smiled, Hunter somehow developed quite a perverted image of her embracing him with all those hands, ruffling his heart, patting his back, squeezing his rod and even balls...

[What are you thinking about?!]

"I don't know..."

Scolded by the madness, Hunter's image shattered and turned into an appropriate picture of Aimee perched with swords and magic in numerous hands, all boosted by Kali's blood. There was a cool golden-black armor encasing her, drawing her mighty side.

She was cool, powerful, and versatile.

However, Hunter's heart told him that something was off.

That this divine blood wasn't suited for Aimee.

Which he listened to and continued the walk around the graveyard of death divinities. Each grave was explained by the madness with a short summary of its existence, giving Hunter a glimpse of the universe outside the female-dominated world.

Every story impressed him, producing various images.

Some were wrong, just like with Kali's first impression, to which the madness told off Hunter like an angry father.

It was something Hunter hadn't commented aloud, but he felt somewhat moved by that. It wasn't like he was missing his parents, but... it was good to have someone like that.

Perhaps that was why Hunter could always smile at Aimee rebuking him!

[Keres.]

"This is it..." Hunter muttered as he stared at the grave made from the black material he had never heard of.

A pair of jet-black wings adorned the vertical point of the grave, and their color stood out even on the vista of the pitch-black darkness surrounding and forming the tomb. Those pair of wings were different from the demons' wings he had seen on Lothar.

They were bigger, grandiose, and shrouded in an aura no demon could match.

They were also so fluffy that Hunter wanted to pluck them to have one feather for himself.

[I had a feeling you would choose her grave...]

"Really?"

[There was a complicated relationship between him and Keres... but in the end, she suffered death at his hands. In a few spheres of the upper world, she was deemed the Death Queen, too.]

Hunter clenched his hands, "Her power will belong to my Death Queen, then."