The Kind of Evil-Chapter 495: Teaching a lesson.
"A creature that looked like a womb? A blob?" Videl tilted his head after he listened to the information that Rasmus had gotten from Alexander. "There's something like that, yes. Even in hell the demons called it the womb of the mother. But its name that God gave it is The Formless," he nodded as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
"It's a living being?" Rasmus raised his brows.
"Neither a living thing or an object. You can describe it as a living thing without consciousness, similar to plants..." Videl answered, trying to explain to Rasmus. "It doesn't produce beings or creatures, it's a provider, the one who produces disgusting food for the tormented souls and the demons. It's something vile because the fruits it produces, it only corrupts whoever eats it. If I can say it in short, it's one of the many sources of evil," he explained as he looked at Rasmus.
"The Formless?" Rasmus muttered, furrowing his brows, trying to recall if any religion had ever mentioned it.
"Well, in many human religions it has many names. The whore of Babylon, the formless and the void, the abyss, the pit, and other names. They're all different from how they interpret it, but they only explain the crumbles. The truth is that thing, it's the source, the place, and the concept of something vile," Videl explained in more detail because Rasmus seemed to try to understand it.
"Nothing is born evil, something made into one," Rasmus muttered, thinking about why God created something like that. He knew that it had something to do with punishment and a challenge for whoever God chose to be tested. "That thing is dangerous?" He asked.
"In Hell? Not really, but here? It's as you know from Alexander that whatever it makes contact with, it will turn everything into something vile," Videl answered, his expression a bit unsettled.
Rasmus hummed, thinking that West Neva might be able to overcome this because the threat is real and predictable. He wasn't planning to create a mess like he did in Central Neva, but he wondered if there was a way to make humankind lose because he had done the same trick twice by working with the demons. He knew that plan wouldn't work for the third time, and he always overestimated people.
"Then? When are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on with you and the cult? You didn't tell me anything about them or who they worshiped. You were hiding it from me on purpose," Videl stared coldly at Rasmus, finding that Rasmus had been acting so suspiciously ever since he was no longer around him. "I wonder for what reason you're hiding it from me. You should know that if we lost the bet, I would drag you down with me," he warned, his eyes staring right into Rasmus' soul.
"Why does it matter? I don't think you care so much about it. After all, you never showed any interest in what I'm doing, and I never explained everything to you before. Why is it now that it matters?" Rasmus asked, staring back into Videl's eyes. "I don't know if I should feel threatened by your warning, not when I know someone that knows you better," he said with a stoic expression.
Videl smirked as his eyes began to glow red, walking toward Rasmus with his hands that slowly turned dark and his nails grew sharper and longer. He grabbed Rasmus by the collar while the other hand wrapped around Rasmus' neck. He could kill Rasmus at that moment, but he was bound by the bet, and losing wasn't an option for him.
"For the Devil like you, you seem to be overwhelmed by emotions. Is it because you're made by fire that you're nothing like Satan?" Rasmus asked, staring up at Videl, still with a straight expression without showing any fear.
"You forgot to whom you're speaking with!" Videl ripped his back as his demonic wings spread open and dragged Rasmus down into the floor where their shadows collided.
Aurelia, Moriganne, Serena, and Monica sensed an overwhelming demonic energy that they all suffocated for a few seconds. They didn't know where it was coming from because it felt like the whole palace was being wrapped in dense and suffocating demonic energy. The only one who knew of that energy was Serena, and she immediately ran to find Videl and Rasmus.
Serena couldn't find Rasmus or Videl, even Aris and Rullein couldn't detect Rasmus' or Videl's presence at all. They knew something might have happened between the two of them, and Serena was worried because she might know where those two were.
It was dark for a few seconds before everything turned blinding red as the heat burned Rasmus' clothes. He was completely naked when Videl threw him into the sea of lava where billions of tormented souls were being tortured. Videl didn't hesitate because he knew that Rasmus could survive that, but he was shocked when the sea of lava suddenly exploded and turned into cold magma in almost an instant.
"So even hell can't touch you anymore?" Videl scoffed as he stared at Rasmus, coated in ice armor.
"Either that, or your God doesn't allow me to die by your hand yet," Rasmus answered as he released a cold mist that froze the tormented soul and cooled down the whole sea of lava. "What's the matter, Videl? Aren't you being unreasonable right now?" He asked as he looked up at Videl, who slowly grew his horns out of his forehead.
Videl laughed and the whole hell trembled, even the magma that had been cooled off suddenly melted and turned into lava again. The whole realm was under his command, and nothing would disobey him, not even a single strand of hair of the tormented.
"I am the ruler of hell. God bestowed me this realm for myself, and you think you have a chance to fight against me here?" Videl asked as his wings grew larger and wider until to the point that one of his wings could cover a whole mountain, flowing that caused terror in the whole realm. "Let me show you the glimpse of my power here..." He grinned as his teeth grew sharper and bigger, ripping off his cheeks.
A single flap of his left wing released an intense heat that made Rasmus' ice armor crack. Rasmus had fought a few Fallen Watchers that were at least half of Satan's power, and yet none of them could crack his armor. This time, a mere hot wave was enough to make his armor crack.
Videl laughed and all the volcanoes that were five times bigger and taller than Mount Everest began to erupt. All the eruption flew down toward where Rasmus was and drowned him in the sea of molten lava as the massive glowing red hot boulders flung high into the sky. The boulders fell down like asteroids to where Rasmus was drowned. Every impact created a world-ending destruction.
Videl laughed louder and more manically as he kept showering hell with the boulders, killing everything even all the demons that immediately got resurrected. He clenched his fists and flew down, punching the boulders that had become one into a massive boulder. The boulder shattered into small pebbles that flung in all directions, destroying everything that got hit by it, even the volcanoes were shredded by the small pebbles. His fists shredded the ground until his left hand grasped onto something before he ascended.
Rasmus was covered with burn marks, half of his skin had melted and he was barely conscious. Even in that state, Rasmus couldn't feel pain, not even a sting, but he lost all his strength and power. He was stunned that he couldn't do anything to make himself survive against Videl, at least in hell. The fact that Videl said that it was just a glimpse, he wondered how powerful both Satan and Videl actually were when they were in their prime.
Videl grasped Rasmus' whole face, allowing one of Rasmus' eyes to see through the gap between his fingers.
"You should know that hell is a billion times slower than any world. One second in Neva is 31 years down here, and I'll make sure you'll have a lot of fun with me down here in this one second up there in Neva," Videl said as he tightened his grip on Rasmus' whole head.
"Still being unreasonable..." Rasmus spoke, but half of his lips and tongue had melted, making it hard to understand.
"Unreasonable? I guess you can say that," Videl chuckled, his lower face having fully revealed what the Devil actually looked like. He slowly peeled off his upper left of his face and revealed his fleshless face with a hollow socket eye with a red glowing dot in the middle that had drawn anyone into the endless abyss of his face. "But, it's more like teaching a dog how to behave to remember who's the master," he whispered with a huge grin on his face.
