Trigon
The Divine Peak of Azarath Sanctuary.
The Divine Peak rises to a height of 30,000 meters, piercing the sky. Dark clouds above, shrouded in crimson hues, seem to breathe around the summit of the Divine Peak.
The dark, red clouds rolled in, flashing intermittently, like the heavy breathing of a living creature, exhaling evil and pressing down on the entire planet.
The sky was filled with a heavy, mad, and extremely evil aura. Just one glance was enough to drive those with weak wills mad with fear, drive them insane, and cause them to die.
Countless malevolent fluctuations are emanating from the mind, constantly tempting the bloodthirsty, tyrannical, and cruel nature of life.
At the very top, on the mountain peak where the Divine Peak had been cut away, a crimson, evil light shot into the sky, and the stench of blood filled the heavens.
There are two massive suspended stone corridors connecting to the other side. The corridors have no handrails or guardrails; they simply exist like suspension bridges on a cliff. There are traces of blood on the ground, which have now turned into a black, viscous substance that clings to the surface.
Walking in such a wide corridor feels like walking on the side of a road, creating a sense of immense oppression and a heart-stopping horror.
The two stone corridors intersect, forming a cross, like two stone corridors built on a volcano crater, which are illuminated by the red light and appear reddish-black.
A nauseating, murky smell of blood emanated from the corridor.
Below the stone corridor, however, was not volcanic lava, but rather hundreds of billions of corpses burning in blood-red flames. The Hellfire refined the essence of hundreds of billions of corpses, filling the hollowed-out interior of the Divine Peak.
The essence and blood seemed to be burning like flames, swaying in the sea of blood, illuminating a fiery and evil light. The bright red light soared into the sky, reflecting in the nearby dark and dense clouds.
From the outside, it looks like a baby moving and flickering in the placenta, eerie and chilling, as if Hell demons are breathing.
At the very center of the Cross Corridor, at the very center of the Divine Peak, in the very center illuminated by the flames of the sea of blood, where the delicious blood of scarlet permeates the air, stands a black and cold stone chair, towering high, already the highest point of the Azarath Sanctuary.
The cross represents holiness, light, and God.
A huge humanoid silhouette sat on a stone chair, its feet resting on Cross Corridor. Its body was as red as blood, and its skin seemed to be skinless, directly reflecting the red blood.
The Trigon.
He was a hundred meters tall, like a towering building, as magnificent and majestic as a mountain peak. His perfectly sculpted, crimson flesh was terrifying. Every finger, nail, and toe was larger than a human, and even a single hair was as tall as a human. He was enough to Deadman.
The demons are unrestrained and do as they please, taking no pride in fine clothes or decorations.
He sat naked and imposing on a colossal stone chair that towered into the sky, his figure majestic and exuding an aura of boundless evil, lazily and ruthlessly pressing down on the entire planet.
Six eyes rose from the forehead, their yellow pupils clear and distinct, displaying a mocking gaze, a cruel glint, and a ruthless stare upon the world.
From the forehead, huge black horns curved upwards and pierced the sky.
His wild, black hair clung to the back of the stone chair behind him.
He sat very casually.
It doesn't matter.
I sit on a star.
He sat sprawled on the stone chair, his legs casually spread apart, his elbows resting lazily on the right armrest of the chair. His massive, crimson body was slightly tilted, his fist pressed against his right cheek. He appeared languid, yet with a slight movement of his hand, even the void trembled. A single step was enough to walk out of the vacuum zone and suffocate all life.
He is the lord of Hell.
The Lord of Demons.
The Trigon.
He lived through countless eras, sweeping across the land and conquering all directions.
They are born with darkness, evil, and Destruction.
Wherever he could see, everything was plunged into darkness or Destruction. All demons and ghosts submitted to him, serving his command or becoming his food.
Just like this time, he was very unhappy that his daughter, Raven, had abandoned him and run away.
After all the demon legions filled the entire star and all life in the Azarath Sanctuary into the Divine Peak, burning it with Hellfire to cook a delicious soup of blood.
All the demon legions that came with him were transformed into seasonings, used by him to create a flavor that made him feel happy and content.
And then he sensed that his daughter, Raven, would return to him once again.
He became even happier.
He leaned to one side, naked and sprawled, his cheek resting on the finger bone of his right hand. His six eyes gleamed with pleasure, cruelty, and cold light, and his mouth curled up, revealing sharp, snow-white fangs.
He sensed the presence of Raven.
His gaze reached the end of the stone corridor, piercing through the dark clouds tainted with evil, through the starry sky, and into the cosmos. If he looked closely, his eyes would be like a telescope, allowing him to see the landscape of Mars.
Gradually, a petite figure appeared.
The ' Raven,' draped in a cloak, a sorrowful expression hidden beneath the cloak's hood, slowly appeared in Trigon's sight.
Behind her, the sky was vast and boundless, with thick, dark clouds stretching to the horizon, signifying darkness and evil.
Against a backdrop of endless, dense dark clouds.
'She' is the prey in the evil night, the food that desperately and alone delivers itself to the door in the dark of evil.
Alone and desperate, she stepped up the stairs, emerging from the ground. Her fearful head, hidden beneath her cloak and hood, was the first thing to appear in Trigon's sight. Then, little by little, her thin, helpless body gradually rose until she was fully revealed, stepping onto the wide corridor and walking on the blood-stained, greasy stone path.
The thin, helpless, and terrified body was trembling uncontrollably, shaking incessantly beneath the cloak.
She felt the blood beneath her feet, the bloody smell emanating from the Hellfire burning around her, and the flickering red light shooting into the sky below the Cross Corridor, all of which filled her with extreme grief and indignation.
Trigon's mouth stretched into an even wider arc, his fangs piercing his lower lip, and his six clear yellow eyes showed an interested look, as if he had discovered a new continent, something new, and was in a state of great pleasure.
"You... are quite impressive!" Trigon said. He was a hundred meters tall, and even when he was sitting, the evil and awe-inspiring aura he exuded covered the starry sky, making people look up at him.
His casual remark resonated like an echo in a valley, producing a tremendous sound.
Ba Di's heart sank to the bottom. Trigon was even more imposing than he had imagined. Just looking at the evil aura emanating from him, he felt that this being, who treads on stars, dominates all life, Destruction planets, could unleash world-destroying power with a single move.
Just looking at him is enough to plunge a person into the abyss of spiritual despair.
"Spare Earth, and I'm willing to become a puppet."
Raven trembled in her cloak, her voice mournful and hoarse. Her head, hidden by the cloak's hood, was lowered, and her delicate body trembled with grief and indignation.
Trigon's expression was playful, his six eyes fixed on the ' Raven,' staring at the trembling, grief-stricken Raven, with unusual pleasure and amusement.
"Your soul... is very interesting."