Destroying My Own Novel

“My lord… send me down there,” A demon wore a big dark red robe and covered his body with dark skin and long black hair bowed on one of his knees in front of Lucifer. “My daughter,” The demon said quietly and held his anger from the sound of his voice.

“That’s not a part of the deal. I can’t send you down there,” Lucifer replied as he rubbed his nose bridge with his eyes closed. “Not because we will be punished, but once you’re down there, Mykel can interfere and use that opportunity to kill you because it’s not part of the deal,” Lucifer explained as he kept rubbing his nose bridge.

“But my lord, you can kill him,” The demon said as he slowly raised his head to look Lucifer in the eye. He had black eyes with red glowing two pupils in each eye and wore a black circlet on his forehead with reg glowing gem in the middle.

“It’s impossible and this can’t be changed no matter how I want to help you, Asmodeus,” Lucifer said as he stared at the four black-feathered wings on Asmodeus’ back that were pierced through the robe. “Beldathiel is with him, she can easily send me away, and Mykel will protect her at all cost because he knew,” Lucifer continued as he stood up.

Luciel was standing next to the pillar and had been silently listened to and watched those two talking. She was angry and furious as well because her hatred toward Mykel had gone beyond the roof.

“I’m sorry, my friend. There’s nothing we can do,” Lucifer said as he put his right hand on Asmodeus’ right shoulder.

Lucifer and Luciel could hear the clanking sound of metal being pressed together under Asmodeus’ robe. Asmodeus’ body became translucent and started to get blurry by the wind, and then he disappeared.

Lucifer glanced at Luciel who stared at the carpet under her armored boots.

“Tell your sisters to not make the same mistake as Glasya,” Lucifer said.

Luciel nodded as she left the throne room without saying a single word.

(On the eighteenth floor of the Asmodeus Tower)

“Do you want me to go back with you or do you want me to follow them to the twentieth floor?” Beldathiel asked as she yawned and rubbed her left eye.

“You can go with the others and protect them if Asmodeus or Lucifer decided to send another demon lord down here. Although you banished Adramalech and Daeva back to Gehenna, there are still six demon lords, but that shouldn’t be a problem at all because you guys are too strong for them anyway,” Mykel answered as he kept staring at Glasya who glared at him furiously.

“So you’re going to bring her back to Earth with you?” Beldathiel asked.

“Yes, but before you leave,” Mykel paused as he looked at Beldathiel. “Can you cast Holy Flame?” Mykel asked.

“I never tried it, but I guess I can,” Beldathiel said as she opened her right hand and stared at it.

The same bright light orange flame emblazed Beldathiel’s hand. It took her long enough to realize she was hurting from casting that flame, but it was still bearable for her.

“Okay, what now?” Beldathiel asked as she lazily stared at Mykel.

Mykel used the [Duplicate] skill, and he got the [Holy Flame] skill thanks to Beldathiel.

[Holy Flame (Active): Allows the User to cast Holy Flame from nothing using the User’s mind to control them. The power of the Holy Flame is dependent on [Magic] skill. The higher the [Magic] skill level, the more lethal the damage will be]

“Okay, you can put it out,” Mykel said as he closed the screen tab in front of him.

“Uhh…” Beldathiel stared at her hand and waved it slowly. “I don’t think I can…” Beldathiel answered as she looked at Mykel. It wasn’t because she couldn’t put it out, but because her hand was burned by the [Holy Flame].

Mykel laughed dismissively as he grabbed Beldathiel’s right hand. He sucked the [Holy Flame] into his hand. Both Beldathiel and Glasya were surprised that Mykel wasn’t affected by it. Beldathiel was confused, while Glasya was furious.

“Does it hurt?” Mykel asked as he kept holding Beldathiel’s burned hand.

“Yes, but it’s nothing,” Beldathiel answered as she stared at Mykel who was still checking on her wound.

Mykel hummed with understanding and then removed his hand from Beldathiel’s hand.

Mykel lit his left hand with [Hellfire] and then he lit his right hand with [Holy Flame]. Dark purple flame and the other one was a bright orange flame. He then slowly closed his arms and combined both flames together out of curiosity.

[You have met a requirement to combine skills!]

[Do you want to combine [Pyrokinesis] with [Holy Flame]?]

[Yes] [No]

Mykel raised his eyebrows and looked at the notification with interest. He then tapped the [Yes] button and was curious about what kind of skill he would get.

[A new skill has been attained!]

[Sacrilege Flame: A Holy Flame that had been defiled by Hellfire. A flame that would destroy anything that it touches. A flame that could extinguish all fires. A flame that reigns darkness and lightness of the world. A flame that could bless the cursed and curse the blessed. The power of the Sacrilege Flame is dependent on [Magic] skill. The higher the [Magic] skill level, the more lethal the damage will be]

Mykel raised his hand and cast [Sacrilege Flame] on his hand. A red-brown flame suddenly flared his palm, and then he reshaped it into a ball. He threw the fire onto the hill in the distance.

The fireball traveled so quickly, and the moment it touched a surface, it looked like the flame was sucking all the materials into the ball. It wasn’t really the case there when Mykel looked at it more carefully. The flame disintegrated everything and the flame was spreading out so quickly that it looked like everything was being sucked by the fire like a black hole.

“I’m not sure if I should be amazed or terrified with what you just did,” Beldathiel said as she stared at a hill, or used to be, that had become a massive flat land while the flame was still disintegrating everything it touched.

“Looks like the flame is eternal as well. I wonder where it will end up,” Mykel said as he crossed his arms and kept watching the damage he made. “Thanks for that,” Mykel looked at Beldathiel over his left shoulder with a smile.

Beldathiel raised her eyebrows and looked at Mykel weirdly.

“Please don’t go overboard with her. She’s still my sister after all,” Beldathiel looked at Glasya.

“Of course,” Mykel replied as he walked toward Glasya. “I won’t kill her,” Mykel continued as he grabbed Glasya’s right arm and then lifted her up.

“I will wait for you at the castle,” Mykel said, and then warped to the castle with Glasya.

Mykel arrived at the castle and he was still holding Glasya’s arm.

“Let go of me!” Glasya shouted at Mykel.

Mykel glanced at her and removed his hand from her, and she immediately collapsed to the floor since she had no power inside her anymore. Her current condition was similar to an ordinary human’s, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

“Just wait, and you will pay for what you did,” Glasya glared at Mykel.

“What did I do? I didn’t not anything to you. It was Beldathiel,” Mykel asked back as he raised his eyebrows. “And I’m not planning on doing anything to you either,” Mykel said as he crouched and stared Glasya in the eye.

“What do you want from me? Are you going to corrupt me like how you did to those three?” Glasya asked.

“I want nothing,” Mykel answered as he grabbed Glasya’s wrist. “And I didn’t corrupt them either,” Mykel continued as he dragged Glasya’s body.

Glasya tried to resist, but she was too weak to even move her body. She had no idea where Mykel was taking her, but he was dragging her all the way down the castle. She then noticed a small door in front of her that was made of wood.

Mykel opened the door and it was a small dungeon with no light and nothing inside but skulls and bones. Those were the remains of the people that Zherlthsh and Vixelleth killed or eaten. He then threw Glasya inside the room with a strong pungent smell.

“As I said earlier. I’m not going to do anything to you, so enjoy your stay here,” Mykel said with a smile and then closed the door in front of him.