The Damned Demon

Chapter 912: Birth Of A True Immortal

Derek’s spear tore through the darkened skies, blazing forward with terrifying momentum, its deadly tip aimed directly at the heart of the kneeling figure—Asher.

“ASHER!” Rowena’s voice cracked with desperation, her crimson eyes wide with terror as she reached out, feeling helpless. Beside her, Isola, Naida, Layla, Rachel, Amelia, Grace, and Yui echoed her cry, their voices a chorus of horror, knowing they couldn’t intervene in time.

But Layla and Naida were quick to act as they put up a powerful barrier to prevent them from jumping into death.

Yet, Asher remained on his knees, his head still lowered, unmoving. It was as if he had accepted the incoming blow—embracing his fate without fear.

But in that instant, as Derek’s spear came within inches of piercing Asher’s chest, a crimson streak sliced through the air, moving with impossible swiftness.

The Void Reaver’s hilt surged forward, flying past the spear and suddenly Asher raised his arm, the hilt falling directly into his outstretched hand. His fingers closed around the hilt firmly, as though it had always belonged there.

*CRAKKKKK!*

The very moment Asher’s grip tightened, the skies themselves split apart, yielding a colossal bolt of dark green lightning that crashed violently down from the Seven Hells, enveloping his form completely.

*BOOOOOM!*

The resulting explosion of energy detonated outward, sending a powerful shockwave pulsing through the air.

“YARGHHH!” The immense wave struck Derek’s enormous figure, hurling him backwards with relentless force, casting him through the stormy atmosphere and hurling him out into the empty void of space again.

Despite the overwhelming destructive power unleashed, Rowena, Ravina, Isola, Naida, Rebecca, Layla, Rachel, Amelia, Grace, Yui, and all the Bloodburners and werewolves stood unharmed, shielded by an invisible hand from the devastating blast.

Before them, a towering pillar of eerie dark green light engulfed Asher. Terrifying tendrils of emerald energy erupted from the fractured earth in every direction, flowing like serpents drawn towards the pillar, merging into it, feeding its power. The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, cracking and shattering as if the entire planet itself shuddered in awe—or fear—of what was unfolding within that pillar.

“What the hell am I seeing…” Rebecca muttered in a trembling voice, her gaze transfixed by the haunting pillar of energy. The violent green flames swirled in a dance both beautiful and horrifying, reflecting vividly in her wide, dark red eyes.

Rowena stared at the overwhelming display with parted lips, her crimson eyes widened in silent wonder, while her heartbeat quickened.

Isola’s sapphire-blue gaze shimmered with reverence as she clasped Rowena’s hand firmly.

Beside her, Naida’s calm face broke into a knowing smile as she softly whispered, “We are witnessing the birth of a true immortal.”

Layla stood proud, her crimson eyes reflecting deep satisfaction, finally seeing the fulfillment of a destiny long awaited.

Rachel, Amelia, Grace, and Yui shared astonished looks, their gazes locked onto the pulsating pillar, their hearts racing at this unbelievable sight.

Luna took a tentative step forward, eyes wide with stunned awe, “So this is why…” she murmured, hardly daring to breathe.

Behind her, Lupus wore a knowing smile, his aged face finally displaying relief, “Finally…the prophecy is fulfilled.”

Ravina’s eyes sparkled excitedly, dark golden irises dancing with the eerie green glow as she clapped innocently, “Papa is becoming big!”

Slowly, the blinding pillar began to dim, gradually fading away and revealing the figure at its center. Silence fell, absolute and oppressive, as every eye fixated upon the form emerging from within the dissipating energy.

Asher’s body, now utterly transformed, stood as an embodiment of terrifying power.

His seven foot tall figure was skeletal, towering in stature, engulfed entirely by storming flames of dark green fire. The damned energy surged around him, each movement causing the flames to ripple like living, breathing manifestations of sorrow and judgment.

His skeleton appeared forged from black diamond, glistening with an otherworldly sheen, fractured and scorched from within like volcanic glass barely able to contain the immense power radiating through it. From these cracks seeped forth molten streams of dark green magma-like flames, slithering and coiling around his skeletal form like serpentine entities.

His skull bore two fearsome forward-curved horns—jagged, uneven, as black as voidstone yet threaded with veins glowing with emerald brilliance.

But most disturbing were his eyes—or rather, the unholy flames pouring ceaselessly from empty sockets, blazing brightly with liquid emerald fire that streamed downward, resembling molten tears weeping endlessly in solemn lament.

From his back erupted massive skeletal wings, shards of bones entwined and bound together by burning flames and pure raw mana. They stretched wide behind him, symbolic of death unleashed rather than any means of flight.

His dark green fire defied nature—radiating not just heat but sorrow, judgment, and memories of untold suffering. The flames whispered faintly, carrying haunting echoes of souls long past, eternally bound by regret.

The Void Reaver itself had transformed along with its wielder. The crimson blade now glowed an eerie emerald, blazing with flames.

However, hovering around him were six blazing ring blades, orbiting him gracefully like deadly moons that heralded war and despair.

His presence was suffocatingly intense, his aura unfathomable, a bottomless abyss of strength.

Mana itself trembled, destabilizing fearfully in the presence of this newly awakened immortal.

The earth beneath him charred and cracked from the unbearable weight of his existence. Every step scorched the ground in his wake, imprinting proof of his undeniable power.

For a moment, absolute silence descended—broken only by the faint whispers emanating from the flames around him, carrying memories of sorrow, pain, judgment, and vengeance.

Rowena’s lips trembled, tears of pride and awe shimmering in her crimson eyes. Her voice shook with worry and love, “Ash…”

She was proud and relieved to see him outgrow his mortality. But she was worried if it was still him. What if all this power takes a toll on his soul?

Asher slowly raised his head, emerald flames dancing fiercely within his eye sockets, his hellish gaze locking briefly onto Rowena. Within those flames burned sorrow, immense pain, and boundless love—a promise that he would never again lose anyone he cherished.

Rowena wistfully smiled, her heart becoming light after realizing that he was still there. He was still the man she loved.

Derek floated alone in the infinite void of space, his titanic form eerily motionless against the cold expanse of darkness. His glowing skin was brutally marred, half-charred from the terrifying blast, the radiant flesh seared black and lifeless, still smoldering with embers that refused to fade. He clenched his teeth in furious disbelief, veins bulging on his neck, his eyes narrowed to furious slits.

“How dare he…” Derek growled to himself, his voice trembling with rage, echoing faintly through the vast emptiness. He expected his immortal body to instantly regenerate, yet the wounds stubbornly remained, defiant and persistent, mocking him with their permanence.

If only he wasn’t in this hellish dimension, he could have used the sun’s rays to heal himself. But the crimson sun present here was dead to him.

But as his furious gaze pierced downward through the planet’s stormy clouds and turbulent skies, his anger vanished instantly. An icy chill spread through his veins, freezing him solid.

His eyes widened dramatically, terror replacing fury as he stared unblinking at the skeletal figure engulfed in dark emerald flames. Its horns twisted cruelly, flames dripping from empty, radiant sockets like molten tears. The ground beneath it cracked and fractured, the very planet trembling at its feet.

Far below, upon the devastated grounds of Zalthor, Asher slowly raised his blazing skeletal head, his haunting visage aimed precisely at Derek’s distant, terrified figure. His skeletal hand lifted, one finger pointing upward, directly toward Derek in the cold void of space.

Derek felt the impossible pressure of its gaze, even from this unfathomable distance, like a monster calmly eyeing prey.

“I-Impossible…” Derek stammered, his voice barely a whisper, robbed of all arrogance and bravado.

Asher’s voice echoed, resonating with chilling, fractured harmony—the sorrowful whispers of countless bound souls interwoven with his own, carrying an unfathomable promise of retribution:

“You called yourself a god,” Asher intoned coldly, his voice dark, layered, and devastating. “Let’s see how gods bleed.”