Chapter 562: Arcadia, The First Planet In All Creation (XL)
Unfortunately for them... they didn’t get far.
Aestrea raised his hand slowly.
The space around the fleeing group warped violently.
Black and white chaotic energy erupted outward like living chains, wrapping around every single demon and angel mid-flight.
The energy didn’t just restrain them, but slowly started seeping into their insides, corrupting basically everything in their body.
CRRRRRRRRRK!!!
Screams erupted instantly as the chaos energy burrowed into their bodies, twisting their very essence.
The demons howled in agony as their obsidian skin began to crack and peel, black blood pouring out in thick streams.
The angels’ holy light flickered and corrupted, their pristine wings burning from the inside out.
Aestrea floated forward, his red slit eyes glowing with cold, merciless intent. The Yin-Yang symbol behind him spun slowly, radiating absolute dominance.
"You wanted to touch what’s mine," he said calmly, yet it carried through the entire battlefield like a death sentence.
"Now I’ll show you what happens when you look at her with those filthy eyes."
He clenched his fist.
SCREEEEEEEEEECH!!!
The demons were the first to suffer.
One of the four-armed demons who had been the most vulgar suddenly screamed as his right arm began to twist unnaturally.
The bones snapped and reformed in impossible angles, tearing through muscle and skin. Black blood sprayed in arcs as the limb contorted into a grotesque spiral.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Aestrea didn’t stop and slowly walked closer to them, each step making the ground beneath the captives wither and die.
He focused on the lead demon, the one who had spoken about covering Elleonora’s breasts in cum.
The demon’s eyes widened in pure terror as Aestrea stopped right in front of him.
"You liked her tits, didn’t you?" Aestrea asked softly, almost conversationally.
The demon tried to scream, but Aestrea simply tilted his head, and the demon’s chest began to cave inward.
His ribs snapped one by one, piercing his lungs from the inside.
Dark blood bubbled from his mouth as he choked and convulsed.
CRUNCH...
CRUNCH...
CRUNCH...!!!
Aestrea watched without blinking as the demon’s body slowly collapsed in on itself, organs rupturing, bones grinding into powder.
The creature’s screams turned into wet gurgles, then high-pitched whimpers of pure agony.
The other demons watched in horror as their leader was methodically crushed from the inside out, every bone and organ destroyed while keeping him conscious until the very end.
When the lead demon finally died, his body imploded into a small ball of mangled flesh and blood.
Aestrea turned to the next one.
"You wanted to fuck her, right?" he said coldly to a horned demon with trembling wings.
"Let’s see how you like being fucked by something worse."
He snapped his fingers.
SNAP!
CRUNCH!
The demon’s lower body suddenly twisted. His legs bent backward with sickening cracks, then his hips and spine followed, contorting in impossible ways.
The creature screamed as his own bones tore through his flesh, impaling him from within.
Black blood and viscera poured out as Aestrea slowly, deliberately broke every single bone in his body while keeping him alive.
CRACK!
POP!
The sounds were wet and extremely horrifying, making them doubt if Aestrea was even human and not death incarnate.
The demon’s screams became inhuman, bubbling through blood-filled lungs as he was folded and crushed into a grotesque, twitching mass of broken flesh.
One by one, Aestrea tortured the demons.
He made their skin peel off in long strips while keeping the nerves alive.
He aged parts of their bodies rapidly until they rotted, then reversed it only to repeat the process.
He forced their own shadows to attack them, tearing into their flesh with claws made of darkness.
He made their blood boil inside their veins, then freeze, then boil again.
The air filled with the stench of burning flesh, blood, and terror.
The angels watched in absolute horror, their holy light dimming as they realized the monster they had mocked was far worse than anything they had imagined.
Aestrea finally turned to them.
One of the angels tried to beg.
"P-Please... mercy... we didn’t..."
CRUNCH!
Her wings were torn off one by one, each feather burned away while she screamed.
Aestrea made her feel every nerve ending as he slowly erased her existence, piece by piece, keeping her conscious until the very last moment.
The remaining angels and demons were subjected to the same systematic, cold torture, broken, burned, aged, crushed, and violated by their own powers until nothing remained but broken husks that begged for death.
Aestrea watched it all without a single flicker of emotion, his red slit eyes glowing like the abyss itself.
When the last demon finally stopped screaming, its body a mangled, unrecognizable pile of flesh, Aestrea turned back toward the tower.
The platform was silent except for the dripping of blood and the faint crackling of dying energy.
Elleonora floated beside him... despite the gruesome thing he had done, she didn’t feel a single ounce of disgust.
Instead... she was fucking happy that Aestrea was this overprotective of her.
She happily clung to his arm, pressing her massive breasts against him as she leaned in and kissed his cheek multiple times, her lips soft and warm.
"Let’s go get the fourth Trumpet!" she said excitedly, her voice bright and full of energy, as if the blood-soaked platform behind them was nothing more than background scenery.
Aestrea smiled softly at her enthusiasm, wrapping an arm around her waist as they took off together.
They flew upward along the massive tower, the wind whipping through their hair as the crimson and gold structure blurred past them.
They reached the summit platform in moments.
The Fourth Divine Trumpet floated serenely at the center, radiating a deep, swirling mix of holy and corrupted light, creating a perfect balance of opposing forces.
Aestrea didn’t hesitate.
He stepped forward and touched it.
The Trumpet dissolved into particles of pure primordial energy and surged into his body. The familiar rush filled him once more, powerful and ancient.
A new notification appeared before his eyes:
[You have gained the ability to partially destroy rules and authorities.]
Aestrea didn’t dwell on it for long.
He immediately reached out and placed his hand on Elleonora’s shoulder, channeling the new authority directly to her.
Elleonora’s eyes widened in delight as she felt the power settle inside her.
She let out a soft, happy laugh and pressed her massive breasts firmly into his arm, squeezing them against him teasingly.
"Let’s go back to the lake now! I’m tired, and I want some cuddles~" she happily shook his arm, her lips curling up softly, looking at him with those bright, expectant eyes.
Aestrea glanced at her, a faint, fond smile tugging at his lips.
After everything he went through in the past hour, her simple, spoiled request felt grounding.
"Alright," he said quietly. "Let’s go back."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close as they took off into the sky of Arcadia.
Elleonora leaned her head against his shoulder the entire way, humming contentedly while her soft breasts stayed pressed warmly against his side.
They returned to the secluded spot with the waterfall.
The crystal-clear lake shimmered under the strange, ethereal light of Arcadia.
The beautiful, glowing flowers still bloomed around the area, and the large flat rock sat invitingly in front of the cascading water.
The moment they landed, Elleonora didn’t waste any time.
She gently pushed Aestrea down onto the smooth rock, making him sit first before climbing into his lap.
She straddled him comfortably, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body flush against his.
"Mmm~ Much better," she sighed happily, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.
"I missed this so much. Just holding you... feeling you close like this."
Her massive breasts squished softly against his chest as she hugged him tighter, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him locked in place.
She planted slow, affectionate kisses along his neck and jaw, occasionally giving him little playful nips.
Aestrea rested his hands on her waist, holding her gently but securely.
The sound of the waterfall created a soothing background as they sat together in the peaceful clearing.
Elleonora pulled back just enough to look at him, her light blue eyes soft and full of love.
"You’re really here..." she whispered, almost like she still couldn’t believe it.
"After all that time... you found me. You always manage to find me... and I’m so fucking glad that you doo.... chuup!♡"
She kissed him deeply, slow and tender this time, not the desperate hunger from earlier, but a kiss full of quiet relief and affection.
Her lips moved gently against his, savoring the moment.
When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against his, smiling softly.
"I don’t care how long it takes to get the rest of the Trumpets," she murmured. "As long as I’m with you... I can endure anything."
She shifted slightly in his lap, getting even more comfortable as she cuddled closer, her head on his shoulder and her arms wrapped securely around him.
"Don’t let go, okay?" she whispered, sounding almost vulnerable for a moment. "Just stay like this with me for a while..."
Aestrea held her tighter, one hand gently stroking her long wine-red purplish hair.
"I’m not going anywhere," he replied softly.
"Nihihi~"
