The safe counterguard of Hell was ninth circle of hell completely based off another reality in a parallel universe, which made most cultivator who had visited hell wonder why it was so easy to get out of the tenth circle of hell. In that order of ideas, one could get into the 10th circle of hell, making our way to the ninth circle of hell. That is to say that many get killed in the 9th circle of hell. Nothing could make it out of it. It was like something was holding them back: the boss of demons in ninth circle. They would record how many men would be dragged into an endless abyss underneath a rock, which had taken advantage of what it means to be alive. That was to slaughter. That was to live in disdain according to what they could do for the great initiation of the moment. The ceremony is that which you get from the blood and instantly vanishes into your core through your eyes.
This heaven of slaughter cannot use my essence to fulfil itself, which can use the bound essence of blood to increase its strength. That had done more damage to the soul. This soul is corrupted. HO! I gotta stop this endless massacre. Unlike them, I am not absolute ignorance. After all, no one could see what is made of. Even so, life can see it through the balance between hope and faith. In that way, I can exterminate the ignorance. This power they gain is not permanent, nor ETERNAL. This spirit of slaughter does nothing but corrupt what the soul is. With that in mind, I will raise higher in the food chain.
Basil used his crown of sadness, which slowly caused them to bow on the floor in tears. Everything was consumed in tears. Basil ordered them to enter the portal after imposing knowledge upon them on their foreheads. That is to say that they got the very knowledge he had figured out by that time. They were in tears because of how stupid their actions had come to happen on their daily basis. It was nothing to the popular one. But to them it was the whole continuity of time. In the base of knowledge, they saw their flaws. He was actually attacking their egos as if it were nothing. For it was too good for them to drown in power and blood. It was the easy game that they could produce. Life had done more than shaping their mentalities: they were deeply drawn to the will of slaughter, taking over the new brand of knowledge in the mystery of fate and earnest future. In that sense, they had been overwhelmed. They had been taken for granted.
Look! They are surrendering to you in an act of love for knowledge. The logos has triumphed over the genuine need for the sun of wisdom. That said, we need to come over the palace of faith in that abyss. The legends say that everyone that approaches it dies in discomfort, pain, agony and disdain. The need to overcome the useless of fame in death consumes the greedy. The normality of love ceases to exist in the human heart. Now, we know that it could actually take more time than the common eye can meet. No one seems to admit that it was the beginning of all.
Basil and Veronika got together in the essence of faith and greed over each other. They needed to get all of the treasures of the ninth circle. They have taken more than the level of faith from all of those sinner. They did not kill them. Instead, they let them be, giving the knowledge of their actions, making their suffering even worse than they had witnessed in their time in hell. Nothing could be away from the truth. This was the main problem for the common ancestry of the hell population. They still continued believing that they did the right thing for the new generation.
In the year 1 of the hell calendar, no one could see anything in hell. It was a dark place with no place or coolness. The place had nothing but a simple skeleton of desire. A extreme desire for slaughter. Whatever he touched got inflated the ego of slaughter. It could actually take a whole new season of open barriers. That was the power of slaughter king skeleton of the mind. This mind had covered mutliverses in a hush as if it was made to kill the peace of millions who wanted to initiate a new covenant with peace.
I am the fate of the peaceful: demise in the early sadness of the dawn. No one can escape from my sword of eternal flame. I am that very hope you had for the girl you loved your whole life, slowly disappearing in your delusions and ethereal killing sadness, taking the universe of truth as the main enemy of true power. The mountains trees of the heavenly mountain in the open heaven. That is not what you all want. It is an illusion. I bring true Immortality to those who observe the Kosmos in the early years of the new era. You should have brought an eternal archangel from that place to match me. Now, your death just awaits you in the eternal darkness of the beast.
Envision a silhouette etched from the obsidian marrow of forgotten stars: tall and emaciated, his form a translucent lattice of ivory bones that pulse with veins of liquid shadow. No flesh clings to his frame; instead, his skull gleams like polished onyx, crowned by jagged horns that twist like the barbs of a lover's betrayal. His eyes—two voids swirling with the embers of a thousand extinguished suns—peer from hollow sockets, reflecting the viewer's deepest regrets. Draped in tattered shrouds woven from the echoes of slain worlds, he moves with the inexorable grace of entropy itself, his skeletal fingers trailing wisps of crimson mist that whisper promises of violence. At his side hangs the Sword of Eternal Flame, a blade of writhing inferno that burns without heat, searing souls rather than skin, its hilt carved from the petrified heart of a betrayed archangel.