Chapter 16

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The 2 brothers stared at each other. Angels don't exactly have blood-brothers because they were all born from light globes. But Seiichi and this new hell-being were brothers-in-element. They were born into the same elements and had grown up together.

"You had always been the wimp. The birthright should have been mine!"

"Brother, it is rightfully mine. Get over it!"

"That's when you are wrong. Birthrights are never meant for the younger one!"

"You chose this path, brother."

"As did you, when you betrayed me."

"I was given, rightfully, by the Alpha and Omega. Deal with it."

The hell-being raised his creatures, spitting fire and blood. Seiichi raised his creatures, ominous and dark. Some creatures were of splitting images, some were a little varied while some deferred greatly. The creatures were formed over time. Those who were similar had been with the two brothers the longest. The rest were either formed during their fell-out or after.

The two were glaring at each other when a loud roar was heard. They both turned their heads to the sound. Leviadon was getting annoyed with Sekehl.

"Bloody bastard! Enough with the cat and mouse, I mean business!" Leviadon was fuming.

Seiichi's brother smiled to himself, "I shouldn't get carried away. I have business to take care of." He seemingly rose above the ground and levitated himself close to Leviadon, grabbing the demon by his collar. "It's time for your punishment."

"Master!" Leviadon choked out, "I can explain… It was all for the empire…"

"I'm sure it was. I heard how you meticulously planned for the Old Ones to rule again, with you controlling them. Not a bad plan, I supposed, pity it wasn't for me." The devil shoved his right hand into the demon. A wet piercing sound to be heard as the organs were punctured and soft meshing sound was heard as Seiichi's brother dug around the demon's body. Leviadon choked on his blood, his eyes widening, blood pouring from the cavity in his chest and from his mouth. Finally, the Master of Leviadon dragged out a series of organ which they assumed was the intestines and let it hang half in the body and half out. He flicked his blood coated hand and Leviadon disappeared.

As the blood started to dry up and coat itself like a second skin, the Demon Lord asked, "Who's next?" All the remaining demons shrivelled up and crowded themselves at his feet. The Seraphs looked upon in disgust.

"You all deserve death." And he did a little hand gesture. An acrid smell oozed out from the horde of demons. They were rotting, from inside out. The Demon Lord turned around, "Seiichi, brother dear, you haven't introduced me to your… friends, how rude. And how rude of me."

Seiichi fumed silently, refusing to do the bidding of his older brother which might have seemed cute to the Seraphs if not for the seriousness of the situation.

"I'm Seiki, the Lord of the Underworld. Pleased to meet you again, or for the first time." He nodded at Kunimitsu and Genichirou. "Sekehl! Wouldn't you come out and greet your old friend."

Sekehl turned away, for a moment, from the group of rotting demons. He'd seen it before, but he'd never get bored of it.

"Wait for a moment, this one seems to be dying already."

Seiichi whipped his head and looked at the demi-god, "How did you get acquainted with my brother?" He said 'brother' like it burned his tongue.

Sekehl brought out a white cloth out of nowhere and passed it to the demon to clean his hand, "Oh I just happened know everyone but we don't concern ourselves with it, angel or demon. Seiki and I just happened to think alike, sometimes." He took out the white stone that has brought so much trouble and threw it into his mouth, biting into it with a crunch. "Hmm, still as tasteless as before. Where's Ryoma?"

The question got everyone startled. The tension was so high just now that they, embarrassingly, forgotten about their young angel. They had thought the angel had self sacrificed himself. The Seraphs looked angry, yet upset and disheartened.

"You don't seriously think he's gone, do you?" asked Sekehl.

"Brother, as a form of reconciliation, let me find your newest lover and heal him, bringing him back you and your other lovers."

"How did you know…!" Before Seiichi could complete his words, the Demon Lord has spread his spiked wings and flowed off towards the direction of the crater.

Crap. He felt like crap. His body ached. But he wasn't dead. Which calls for a celebration.

'Yay', thought Ryoma sarcastically. A whoop of wings landing behind him brought him out of his little monologue. But the wings didn't sound like angel wings. A version of Seiichi leaned over him, "Hello, little one."

Ryoma's eyes widened but he was too tired to scream.

"Neat, you aren't scared. That's a first I had from an angel."

"You are a demon. But you look like…"

"Seiichi? He's my brother."

"But you are…"

"A demon. I fell out of favour. An angel got to keep his keep, you know? Demons, it's a new form of business. Give or take, no difference." He shrugged.

"I'm Ryoma."

"Seiki. Enough chit-chat, let me heal you." The large demon or the ex-angel engulfed Ryoma in a hug, wrapping his long arms around Ryoma and hummed. Ryoma glanced sideways at Seiki; his eyes were closed and he looked, almost, like his brother. Seiki was gentle; his hug was warm and for a moment Ryoma thought he was comfortable. But he shook himself out of it; Seiki is a devil. Ryoma felt his body warm up and the warm spread like tiny tentacles throughout till his fingers were tingling.

Seiki slowly set Ryoma free from his embrace.

"Done, how do you feel now?"

"Great, actually, many thanks."

Seiki threw his head back and laughed, heartily, "Never thank the devil, Ryoma, never." His eyes were still twinkling, "You are quite an angel, Ryoma. Come, we must get back to your lovers, lest they think the devil ate you." With that, Seiki laughed. Ryoma cocked his head, what joke he didn't catch, but the devil thought it was the funniest thing, with tears streaming down an eye. Seiki reached out a hand and Ryoma took it.