Chapter 774 The Baroness In The Flesh
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?As Lenny and Victor approached the heart of the city, the sight that unfurled before them was one of ominous grandeur.
A colossal dark castle loomed in the distance, its silhouette a stark testament to the malevolence that had taken root in this place. The castle was unlike any Lenny had ever encountered; it was not just its size but the aura of dread it exuded.
The closer they got, the more the castle seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, as if breathing in the despair that surrounded it.
The walls, shrouded in shadows, appeared to be alive with writhing figures. From afar, it had seemed like mere architectural embellishments, but now, it was horrifyingly clear that these were not designs but depictions of agony.
Faces etched into the stone seemed to scream silently, their expressions twisted in eternal torment, pleading with those who dared approach to flee.
The air around the castle was thick, charged with an energy that made the hair on the back of Lenny's neck stand.
Lenny was a very strong man, but even he got such a reaction from this place.
Indeed, they had reached the Baroness's home, the heart of her domain.
A chilling wind whispered through the air, carrying with it the faint echoes of cries and wails, as if the castle itself was recounting tales of the horrors it had witnessed and inflicted.
On reaching, lenny and Victor noticed that the subplane pulled them back to Earth.
For some reason, flight was not exactly allowed in the area and even if they could do it, it was not for long.
Yet, another rule of the subplane.
Even the ground seemed to reject their presence, the path to the castle a winding trail of despair that few had traversed and none returned to tell the tale.
Each step they took was heavy, not just with the weight of their resolve but with the oppressive force that the castle exerted, as though it was aware of their approach and relished in the fear it inspired.
This was a place forsaken by light and hope, where darkness reigned supreme, and every stone and shadow held a story of suffering.
As they moved forward, Lenny couldn't shake off the feeling that they were not just entering a physical domain, but crossing into a realm where fear and darkness were sovereign, and they were the unwelcome intruders.
The sight that greeted Lenny and Victor was beyond the realm of their darkest imaginings.
As they stepped through what felt like a threshold between worlds, a bubble of sorts, they found themselves staring at a spectacle that seemed to defy the very laws of nature and magic.
The seven thick white rods that impaled the angel, anchoring it to this sphere, were inscribed with runes that glowed a sinister red. Blood, a dark blue color, seemed to seep from the points of contact, a stark contrast to the pure white of the angel's form. These rods, particularly the one driven through its forehead and abdomen, spoke of a deliberate attempt to suppress and contain the angel's divine essence.
The additional rods driven through the angel's wings, pinning them to the ground, were a symbolic gesture as much as a physical restraint, stripping the angel of its freedom and its connection to the divine.
The bloodied runes on these rods suggested a corruption of something sacred, a perversion of the angel's inherent purity.
Lenny, standing before this sphere, subconsciously felt a mix of awe and deep sadness. This angel, a being of light and divine grace, had been subjected to unimaginable torment. The juxtaposition of the two spheres, one containing a heart of darkness and the other a being of light, both bound and restrained, painted a picture of balance and conflict of cosmic proportions.
It was clear to Lenny that these spheres and their captives were central to the Baroness's plans, embodying the duality of chaos and order, darkness and light.
These were obviously the source of magic he had felt from underneath the earth when they arrived at this place.
Somehow, the asmodeus family had managed to mix such extremities together to harvest their powers for their own personal gain.
The angel, even in its weakened state, represented a piece of the puzzle that Lenny knew he needed to understand, comprehend and consume for him yo face what was to come ahead.
However, looking at the angel, the only thing he felt was peace and a pulling away from violence.
He even felt the need to rush and protect it. These were unnatural feelings that he should not have.
As Lenny and Victor beheld this sight, the weight of their task became ever more apparent.
They were not just fighting for their lives or for revenge; they were embroiled in a battle that touched upon the very fabric of creation itself. The angel, with its sad yet beautiful eyes, seemed to silently plead for release, for justice.
Surprisingly, the heart gave the impression that it pleaded for mire punishment.
At this moment, Victor patted lenny, drawing his attention to a dark throne made of living, bent and remolded humans, fixed right in between the two spheres and the figure of Coco lying on the ground with deep holes all over his body.
On the throne was the disastrously beautiful Baroness.
Her every movement spoke volumes if her tenderness and softness.
She almost looked fragile. But somehow both men felt a sense of lust towards her.
Like a raging of their blood to mount her and take her.
The moment this feeling was roused, Lenny willed a blade and stabbed it into his own belly....
(Author's note: finally, we face her. So golden tickets please.)