Heavenly Opposers

Chapter 242  - 241-Maybe I Am Not That Normal In My Head After All......

'Having to tame her will go a long way in getting more and more power.'

Azrail, thought slowly patting the back of Valencia sitting on his lap, who was lovingly twirling his hair while secretly taking deep sips of his scent.

'Are you sure you don't have dogkins DNA on you?'

Shaking off those thoughts, Azrail focused on the main advantages of taking in Anya. Sure, she might be one of the most evil entities of the past, hated across all cosmos, wanted to be killed by the majority of the great powers, fully crazy for power, being extremely cruel with a lot of heavenly curses under her belt...

'Maybe I don't want her?'

[Finally some normal brain cells.]

'Piss off!'

Toning down All-Seer Azrail focused on the current ways Anya can be of use. That woman, even though sealed now, has her 'cult' spread all around the cosmos, several major powerful characters staying in powerful organizations being her marked worshipers that hide in the light to spread her darkness of blood and frenzy.

Anya's repeated attempts to get control of the cosmos more and more has made her cult the most powerful and well-hidden one in the world, her special abilities and talents for bestowing her blessings and more being extremely powerful enough that several talents that rose from nothing worship her like a supreme God of Knowledge.

'Her knowledge is extremely vast, isn't it?'

[During that time she arose first as the most knowledgeable scholar across the cosmos, the respect she demanded at her prospects was unmatched.]

'Um... continue.'

[She can almost reach my craze for knowledge, though that being added with her desire for power, with two such things, she touched upon the lost legacy of a fallen primordial legacy of the last, this one being from a primordial that certain other powerful primordials had put down.]

'And that power went to someone crazy like her?' n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[In the beginning, she wasn't all that bad, but she had accepted the power and legacy of that primordial.]

'I can't hear the name, can I?'

[Not yet.]

Shaking his head, Azrail spoke.

'Continue.'

[The reason for the fall of that primordial by the other powerful ones was due to his certain powers and his personality of detachment that only shone at the peak of murder and torture, which Anya took in.]

'Hum... let me guess that took control of her?'

Surprisingly, All-Seer denied that.

[No, she denied that personality, back when she was just that scholar, her personality was much more gentle. But you should understand that with such a legacy out, the other Primordials, the top ones of those pantheons, won't stand still, especially the ones that took forth in the massacre, the fear of that primordial's power being something they can't forget.]

As All-Seer whispered this, Azrail closed his eyes, his hand lightly holding Valencia's waist as he could foresee where this could go from now.

'Let me guess, full slaughter?'

[Not just that, full torture right in front of Anya's eyes, everything got stripped off to the bone, anyone even remotely related to her got an extremely ruthless ending, anyone just even touched by a presence of even saying hello having them and their whole family and connections be tortured off.]

'Sigh... that much hate?'

[Those primordials trembled in fear at the time of 'that' primordial. Hence they could only take in more satisfaction at the torturing of the chosen one since they couldn't do it to the original.]

'As always, the greatest villains come from the greatest sufferings.'

Azrail thought, his gaze turning colder for a moment.

[Do you want to see?]

'Show me the glimpses.'

Her parents being carved up like toys, her sisters being used in ways beyond imagination, her brothers being thrown out as mere toys whose life essence the worst of the worst started to suck and take away, their pain never-ending, their hatred focused deeply on the woman, that had to go forth and call this disaster to the family due to her never-ending desire for knowledge and power.

At this command, flashes started to spread through Azrail's eyes, the moments being heart-breaking, the scene of a young stunningly beautiful woman, laying on the ground, her hands and legs twisted out, but that's not the most important scene. The scene being even with that pain, she wept with blood tears as she was forced to gaze at the scene of her family being tortured.

Her parents being carved up like toys, her sisters being used in ways beyond imagination, her brothers being thrown out as mere toys whose life essence the worst of the worst started to suck and take away, their pain never-ending, their hatred focused deeply on the woman, that had to go forth and call this disaster to the family due to her never-ending desire for knowledge and power.

The scenes followed the scene of the one person she coming to love being ripped apart like paper, his torture following soon, anybody she coming to trust betraying her, the calls of extreme haters of the ones she knew reaching her ears, the heart-filled calls of her best friends, they cursing her for being born, for being forced to know her.

She herself being put forth, hunted, hated, and killed, the ones at the top going forth to place stupid rumors and control, taking over the narrative of the situation such that the young Anya at that time became framed for the death of everyone she knew she being called forth as an evil that slaughtered everyone she knew.

Her torture continued with her being hunted down and hated by everyone, slowly by slowly the powerful kept chipping away at her until finally, she broke...

Anya took up the mantle of what they called her, she fully accepted the powerful and psyche of the primordial she was chosen of and thus she truly became what the cosmos made her out to be, a true harbinger of blood and chaos, an entity of pure evil, hate, and murder, one that took up the torture of her family to inflict on others, be it guilty or innocent.

She wasn't born that way, the cosmos had just broken her...

'Sometimes what you sow will get you back.'

Having seen just the gazes of what had happened, Azrail understands deeply where the fault all lay, but that doesn't make Anya not guilty of what she had done, civilizations, species, and powers fell under her pursuit of power, her hands already stained with more blood than Azrail can dream to match, the hate towards her at the beginning might not have been justified, but the current hate towards her has all the reason to be justified.

'But I still want her.'

From what Azrail can see, the rewards far outweigh the risks if he can get Anya to be his slave, but it would need far more planning than what he did with Nayan. This is a woman with an extreme amount of power, someone who has been planning behind the scenes for a long time, waiting for her chance to finally come out and spread her desires again.

"Valencia, I will need your help on this issue, we would need to make a detailed plan with Nayan for what I want to do, perhaps his unique mind might have a solution to the path forward."

"Um...."

Valencia nodded her head at those words, and just as she did so, the body of the two flashed from where they sat, soon appearing on a powerful throne back in the Realm Scrapper. The moment he did, one of the moving clones made by Nayan quickly bowed his head at Azrail as he spoke.

"Master, why the sudden return?"

To this, Azrail freely spoke.

"We need to brainstorm some ideas in order to make Anya, The Scourge of Realms, my slave."

"Huh?"

Was all the response that Nayan could give.