Chapter 36 – The Executioner of Oblivion Keep
The journey to Oblivion Keep was not one of silence.
As Kuragami and his forces marched forward, whispers of his name spread like a curse.
The demons of the abyss—once proud, once untouchable—now spoke of him in hushed voices.
The Forgotten Prince.
The Devourer of Lords.
The Demon Who Conquered Death.
His reputation had already surpassed the expectations of the underworld, and yet, Kuragami had no intention of stopping.
His purple eyes glowed in the dim light of hellfire. His Forgotten Sword hummed in anticipation, sensing the next kill.
Ahead of him lay the gates of Oblivion Keep—the prison of ancient horrors.
A place where even the fallen gods were bound in chains, where the very air reeked of suffering.
And at its center, Asmodeus, the Death Warden, awaited his arrival.
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Oblivion Keep – A Prison of the Forgotten
The gates were massive, forged from the bones of ancient titans. Chains thicker than castle walls wrapped around them, sealing away whatever horrors lurked inside.
Kuragami stepped forward, his presence alone causing the chains to quiver—as if recognizing something far worse than what lay within.
With a single motion, he raised his hand—and the gates opened on their own.
A challenge had been accepted.
A fight had been promised.
Asmodeus was waiting.
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A Meeting of Monsters
Within the deepest part of the prison, a lone figure stood beneath the flickering torches.
He was tall—his obsidian armor reflecting the dim light, his crimson blade resting against the ground.
His face was hidden beneath a mask of bone, his eyes burning with an unholy fire.
The 8th Demon.
The Executioner of the Abyss.
Asmodeus.
His voice was calm, but beneath it, a quiet bloodlust trembled.
"So... you've come."
Kuragami stepped forward, his Forgotten Sword humming with power.
"I didn't come here to talk."
Asmodeus chuckled.
"Good."
He raised his blade—and the prison shook.
The chains that bound the forgotten gods snapped, releasing creatures so ancient, even demons feared their names.
They fell upon Kuragami like a storm of death.
But Kuragami did not flinch.
With a single step, he vanished.
And in the next moment—
The prison was bathed in blood.
The first god never saw the blade that took its head.
The second had its existence erased before it could even scream.
The third realized it was already dead before it could move.
In mere seconds—everything was silent again.
And Kuragami stood amidst the ruins, untouched.
Asmodeus stared.
His blade trembled.
For the first time in thousands of years, the Executioner of the Abyss felt something he had long forgotten.
Fear.
Kuragami tilted his head.
"Are you going to fight, or will you kneel like the others?"
Asmodeus gripped his sword.
And then—he charged.
The prison shattered as their blades met.
A battle that would shake the very foundations of Hell had begun.
—End of Chapter 36—