Chapter 619 : Abaddon’s Gift |
To be honest, Charlotte did not like Abaddon.
First impressions are really important, after all.
When Charlotte first transmigrated to the world of Myria, the first crisis she encountered was related to this Blood Demon Archduke, and the Blood Demon Cult frequently opposed her. For a long time, she regarded Abaddon as a formidable enemy she needed to deal with.
This perception persisted even as Charlotte traveled through history.
When she saw Abaddon in another timeline two thousand years ago, she still found it difficult to see him as a mere follower. Even granting him bloodline power was a decision made after much hesitation, out of concern about altering history too drastically.
Charlotte knew that Abaddon had always admired her.
At least, he had admired her greatly two thousand years ago.
He had always pursued her, always craved her acknowledgment. During the era when they fought against the Old Gods, Abaddon would often charge to the front lines, fighting recklessly, all in the hope of earning her recognition and praise.
But it was difficult for Charlotte to overcome the hurdle in her heart.
She could never forget the chaotic, evil, and brutal aura she sensed back then, not even now as a Demigod.
Moreover, Charlotte found it hard to forgive all that the Blood Demon Archduke and the Blood Demon Cult had done over the millennia—a history of pure evil and chaos.
So… she almost never responded to Abaddon.
But now, she felt that she might have been wrong.
What people see is not always the truth.
Seeing the mature yet still reverent look in Abaddon’s eyes, which had aged much compared to two thousand years ago, Charlotte realized that the Blood Demon Archduke before her had not changed much from the young demon she met during her journey through history.
At least, not the present-day Abaddon.
As for why he had fallen over the past two thousand years, especially in the last millennium, the reason had become quite clear.
Abaddon… just like Rowena and Casey, had been corrupted by the Origin.
Moreover, he had likely been controlled by Helios, who wielded that power.
It was not just the Blood Demon Archduke, the Blood Demon Cult was similarly affected.
As the most wanted heretical organization by the Holy Court, the Blood Demon Cult had always managed to thrive within the core territories of the Holy Court, and this had always puzzled Charlotte.
Previously, she thought this was because the Blood Demon Archduke was the only Demigod among the Blood Princes who hadn’t gone into complete slumber, and thus could protect the cult. But now, considering recent events, it seemed likely this was also the handiwork of the Sun Temple.
The Sun Temple… needed the Blood Demon Cult to gather bloodline power, and it also needed them to weaken the Holy Court’s strength, making it easier for Helios to seize power.
Of course, it was all over now.
Abaddon… had finally regained himself at the crucial moment, helping Charlotte slay Helios, and all of the Sun Temple’s plans had ultimately failed.
But Charlotte still could not feel happy.
“So what if you’ve sunk into darkness? Even if you’ve been devoured by the Origin, I can still pull you out from the abyss.”
Looking at Abaddon, who refused her help, Charlotte spoke in a low voice.
A milky white light began to glow, spreading a vivid, heart-palpitating energy.
Meanwhile, the ground beneath Charlotte’s feet burst into life.
New grass sprouted, flowers bloomed, and even the demons around them felt their life force suddenly surge, as if they had been revitalized.
It was Charlotte’s greatest trump card, the purified origin power.
It could devour all powers, even the Origin itself.
The milky white light spread, enveloping Abaddon.
However, when this power made contact with him, the corrupt origin aura on Abaddon did not get rooted out. Instead, it worsened at a rate faster than before.
Seeing Abaddon’s aura suddenly become chaotic and sinister, Charlotte’s expression changed completely.
She quickly withdrew the origin power, then looked at Abaddon, her face full of confusion and disbelief.
“This is…”
“This is the purest evil… His… purest evil.”
Abaddon said.
His voice was even weaker, and his deep gaze lingered briefly on the followers behind Charlotte before he continued.
“Your Majesty, the True Ancestor… I heard His voice, I felt His presence…”
“The one who corrupted me… was not Helios… nor the power I absorbed… but… the one who wants to awaken from the darkness…”
Charlotte’s expression shifted slightly.
She knew who Abaddon was referring to.
There was only one being that could be labeled as the purest evil—the Origin Malice.
Abaddon… had not simply been corrupted by the origin aura, nor was he merely controlled by Helios.
Like the Sun God Helios, he was tainted by the Origin Will, or perhaps… the Creator’s Will!
With this realization, Charlotte’s heart grew heavy.
This was not something she could “purify” in her current state.
“He will not awaken. Helios has fallen, and His awakening will be further delayed. And I will reach that level before He does.”
“You should get some rest. When it’s all over, I will awaken you once more and cleanse everything from you.”
Charlotte paused before she spoke.
Abaddon seemed like he wanted to say something, but then he smiled.
And then, he laughed.
His smile was twisted and terrifying, yet Charlotte could see in his eyes admiration, fanaticism, regret, and a hint of hesitant reluctance.
“Your Majesty, you… are still so kind.”
Abaddon said softly.
“I believe in you… Your Majesty, I believe you can do it… that you will ascend to the supreme throne.”
“But, unfortunately, I fear I cannot follow you and wait for that day to arrive by your side.”
With that, Abaddon raised his hand and placed it on his chest.
“Your Majesty, since you have sensed the changes within my body, then… you must have guessed by now what power has allowed me to regain my clarity.”
As he finished, he muttered something under his breath, and his body began to emit a dark red glow.
A thick aura spread out, carrying a strong scent of blood.
Charlotte’s eyes paused for a moment.
It was the bloodline power.
Vast, far beyond what a Blood Duke should possess!
Thicker, more complex, and more chaotic.
At the same time, it brought Charlotte a strong sense of closeness and… a deadly allure.
Charlotte realized it almost immediately.
That… was the collective bloodline essence gathered from various bloodborne artifacts accumulated by the Holy Court over a millennium, now condensed into a singular power.
It was also what Charlotte had come to the Theocracy to obtain in the first place.
These things weren’t elsewhere, they were within Abaddon!
Charlotte quickly understood what was happening.
Clearly, Helios knew it wouldn’t be easy to deal with a “resurrected True God.”
So… He didn’t just summon the “Blood Demon Archduke”, He directly gathered all the bloodline power collected by the Holy Court over the centuries and infused it into the “Blood Demon Archduke”, strengthening his power.
Among them were the lost cursed pages and the Faceless Statues collected by the Theocracy.
These items… were the key to Charlotte’s ascension to becoming a full-fledged True Ancestor of Blood, and they were also the reason Abaddon could regain clarity from his madness!
The dark red radiance flickered softly with Abaddon’s movements.
In her consciousness, the Gospel of Blood trembled slightly, as if responding to Charlotte’s thoughts, urging her to reclaim her power.
“Your Majesty, the corruption of the origin’s will… is irreversible. You have done so much for Abaddon, and now… it’s Abaddon’s turn to risk everything for you, to help you reclaim what is rightfully yours.”
“Please accept… Abaddon’s gift, prepared in advance to celebrate your ascension to the supreme throne.”
Abaddon smiled as he spoke.
Then, his demonic hand pierced through his own chest!
The dark red glow erupted and then turned crimson. A massive surge of bloodline power, carrying a force capable of nearly tearing the heavens apart, shot into the sky!
At the same time, the Gospel of Blood in Charlotte’s consciousness also burst into a dazzling crimson light.
Illusory pages flew out from Abaddon’s body, more than what the Guardian Scepter had accounted for in the Theocracy, encircling the immense, pure blood divine power like a crimson torrent, revolving around Charlotte and Abaddon.
The immense blood divine power formed a crimson tornado, and then… as if contacted magnetic force, it all rushed toward Charlotte!
The blood divine power entered her body, and the illusory pages also flowed into her consciousness one by one, like children returning home, rejoining the embrace of the Gospel of Blood. The Gospel shone with even more radiant light, growing visibly denser and more ancient.
Charlotte felt an immensely pure power flooding into her, instantly replenishing the blood divine power she had expended in her battle with Helios.
At the same time, countless unfamiliar memories surged into her mind — memories of countless unknown bloodbornes, those who were sacrificed as offerings in this storm.
These memories quickly filled Charlotte’s mind, then transformed into books, organizing themselves neatly in the “memory library” within her consciousness.
In an instant, Charlotte’s not-yet-fully-complete Talent Tree was rapidly illuminated, climbing swiftly to its peak, achieving perfection.
Simultaneously, Charlotte’s aura began to swell.
Within her chest, golden-red divine flames burned intensely, growing more vigorous. Within the flames, the divine core became increasingly clear, revealing the thorny rose pattern.
In the sky, the dispersed clouds gathered again, thunder roared, and vaguely… something terrible seemed to be brewing and forming.
Amid this convergence of powers, Charlotte’s aura rose even higher.
However, just as her power was about to break through the Demigod barrier, a dark shadow spread through her soul, carrying with it subtle, almost undetectable sun-like runes.
It was the curse left by Helios before his fall.
To ascend from a Demigod to a God, one must be in a perfect state, without any flaws.
Clearly, Helios’ final curse was taking effect, retaliating fiercely, preventing Charlotte from taking that final step to divinity.
The shadow and crimson light intertwined, locked in a silent battle.
But at that moment, a low, hoarse voice suddenly echoed.
“Dark Path, Curse Transference!”
It was Abaddon.
The shadow on Charlotte’s soul trembled, then, like a flood finding a breach, it surged rapidly in one direction.
It flowed toward where Abaddon was.
In an instant, Charlotte felt her consciousness cleared, and at the same time, she saw the shadow engulf Abaddon’s already fragile soul.
The Blood Demon Archduke Abaddon… had seized the moment when the curse was activated and destabilized by the bloodline power, using dark magic to transfer it onto himself!
“Abaddon… you…”
Charlotte’s eyes widened.
Abaddon simply smiled.
“Your Majesty… please accept Abaddon’s final gift and reclaim your rightful divine throne!”
As he spoke, a brilliant light erupted from Charlotte, and a crimson pillar of light shot into the sky.
Charlotte felt her soul surge, as if breaking past some unseen limit, and everything around her seemed to freeze in eternal stillness.
In this strange stillness, Charlotte seemed to hear Abaddon’s fading voice.
The voice spoke directly to her soul, disappearing almost immediately, signifying it was fearful of being heard by others.
“Your Majesty, Helios… has not truly fallen.”
“‘Harald’… cannot be trusted! Please… be wary of Him, and His followers!”
Charlotte was stunned.
She didn’t have the chance to respond before she felt herself cross an invisible threshold, and the divine core within her chest fully solidified.
Unprecedented, immense divine power surged through her…
In the next moment, “Eternal Night” descended upon the entire Myria continent.
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