Chapter 9

Bael woke up after an unknown amount of time in a too familiar place of his making. He remembered that he was attacked by a bunch of lunatics and they light him on fire, then think got a little blurry. 'What happened after that?' Bael was trying to remember and when he did he start shaking and hold his head in fear. Not only because of gory memories of his action but feelings that accompanied it. Pure bliss as he reaped and tear, that intoxicated tased when he bit of hunter's head.

It took him some time before Bael was able to calm down. After which he realized that his body was different. The translucent mist was all that remained, but he could see how the mist was condensing. But its speed was so slow. Its regeneration would take long time. Bael thought that as his body was destroyed a new one was being made.

Bael wondered where he is. He saw darkness which was too familiar for him. "But, this was just a dream. Then how... No, maybe it's indeed real, and I have died. Well, I shouldn't be surprised that this place is real after all that happened." He tried if he could still create and change his vicinity.

He made torches with blue flame, and it worked. So He chose to unmade all things left here and made a simple road from stairs to him. At the end of the road, he made the throne worthy of the devil. The throne was made from dark metal with spiked edges and skulls of some kind of beast on either side with blue flames in their eye sockets.

Bael sat on the throne and chose to make some music. He chose to create a whale-like object only corrupted with black sludge and some holes here and there. The whale would create a sound that Bael infused with pure undiluted energy of this layer. Song was infused with despair so potent Bael wondered how others would react if they would experience it. He for some reason felt calm, but he knew what it was and the effect on others would be different.

So Bael made the whale fly further up in a circle. When he looked at it he felt it wasn't enough so he made millions of them. All fly at different altitudes and distances. To finish it he made them also be slightly visible to anyone standing on the ground. Which made him think of an idea, so he made that anyone would be visible within five meters. But at the fifth meter, they would become much fainter.

After some time of listening to the song of despair, Bael left for stairs to the upper layer. When he entered the upper layer and saw the land which he made he thought about naming it.

'Name would be an important part of this layer and calling it to layer on and on is kind of boring. So what name it should have? Oh... I know Vrozis. Yea... That sounds nice.' Bael walked around looked at this and that. But soon he realized that he is kind of alone here. As he could not make sentient creatures would he be destined to be alone?

'Wait, mI truly incapable of creating sentience? Maybe he is going at it wrongly? Normally in books protagonists who have hive for example must create larva first, only then they mature and become full-fledged.' So Bael tried to create some type of the first stage demon. Why demon? Because it felt natural for some reason.

Bael thought that imps would be the first stage demon but he was still incapable to created one with a mind. So he tried something even smaller.

For days he tried and nothing. He continued again and again. If nothing else he had time. It was hard to track time here so he started to pay less and less attention to it. In desperation and desire to no longer be alone, he tried to go with larva. After creating one it indeed gave him hope because larva started to move around.

"HaHa... Finally! Hell yeah." Bael didn't know if they need anything like food or special care. Then he decided and left for the citadel. When he entered Bael created an underground labyrinth in which he periodically made pits in which that larva would spawn and when they would develop which he really hoped so they would, they would leave those pits and travel to the lower layer so he wouldn't need to check them periodically. For they possible subsistence he condensates despair from lover layer and filed those pit with it.

Bael looked inside those pits and saw countless larva wriggle in that semiliquid substance. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself. After which he left for his throne in the layer below. When he sat on his throne he chose to wait. His regeneration of the body would still take time, so he thought about how could he speed it up.

He tried absorbing energies around him which helped but the process was still painstakingly slow. So in the meantime, he thought about his grimoire which he left at home. It felt as if ages passed not only a few days, or was it more? He couldn't tell for sure anymore, but truth be told he didn't care much for some reason.

But still, it would be nice to have that book back. And that was when he felt as if the string on which end was that book. 'Could it be?' Bael tried to pull at string but he couldn't exactly hold that sting. The string was more like an imaginary rope or bridge it was hard to describe. So he tried to summon it. Only if he knew anything about summoning, only things in fantasy books which he wasn't sure if they work. But maybe they will, other things work so why not this.

Bael created a bloody circle on the ground inside would go pentagram or some kind of symbol. He didn't know if it would work with a different one but he wanted to make it personalized for him and him alone. But what type of mark should he have? He made the big letter 'V' which at the end he made lines which go down but only one-eighth of the height of the letter. then he made reverse V but with lines slightly rounded on either side were two lines under one another which were inside the first V and go in forty-five degrees.

When he made a bloody mark inside the also bloody circle he made lit candles appear around the circle. They burned with red flame. Bael willed for the grimoire to appear inside of this summoning circle, and it did.

Bael took the grimoire with his fog-like arms and opened it. He genuinely missed this book full of knowledge and power. For now, he didn't study any more spells because he wasn't sure how much corruption he got after being killed if any. For some reason, he wanted to continue the transformation. He felt powerful and free even. He would need to be careful with the corruption he could use any all spell in this book. 'How much more power could I get from it. The only thing which needs to be done is to abandon humanity. Well, more precisely my human form. I hope my mind will not change to much. But even if it did, I don't think I would realize.'

Bael isn't a very patient person so he thought about ways to pass time for regeneration to finish. So he decides the most practical and enjoyable method which came to his mind, sleeping. Bael sat on his throne once more and closed his eyes so he could drift to slumber.