Chapter 90

Tyson
“Even my magic cannot mend this. Intertwined with the Magic of Diana, is a curse laid on him by Contradiction…. I think it best he dies.” Said Uriel, kneeling to my level. “This is very unsatisfactory…. Master, I don’t understand.” He mumbled.
That was funny. I gave a painful ha.
\[….Death is my Uncle…. It would be nice….\]
I didn’t want to… but I summoned Lord Rah’esh’Kraa’Hraa-Zaimaan with 3 pats of the ground, …. He will be here shortly.
\[I don’t want you to.\] said Grace completely upset, she likely couldn’t speak English right now… she didn’t care who saw her hug my neck.
\[Grace…. I have no liver, half my intestines, and rose thorns lash what’s left, clinging to me tighter every breath… all the while Contradiction’s curse aids in keeping me alive, since it brings me suffering… It won’t be forever.\] I held my breath as I shifted…. I cannot describe that level of pain…. It’s not meant to exist. Even a fellow demigod would be Long dead. “I accept my death. Release the spell, Diana.” I said proudly, clearly…. Like a King. 
I Will Die Proud…. Once I shifted… I think that part of the brain shut off… 
“If you did not ask out your own mouth, I don’t think I’d have the heart to do this…” she snapped her fingers.
It dropped me to my knees…. I thought I had no more blood, yet I coughed pints more…
The hole gushed a river into the ground, and the ground sucked it up, becoming mud… black roses grew there… though the tips singed themselves with their dull golden glow.
I wanted one, but I not had the energy to lift my hand to get it…. Nor could I express my desire.
Another beam struck the ground, but it’s light was mat black… It held no shine, as if it was swallowed up…..
Uriel looked up.
“Son of Night, my master holds pity for you… It seems he sends his Herald to speak his words…” He kneeled low, and the angels landed. They also kneeled on a single bent knee, putting their blades in the dirt, while Uriel released his crystal-clear horn.
The taste of purification is dry… bitter… I wished I had a lozenge.
“Halt.” A bubble appeared around him, so he could say his name. “I am Zumitas, the Endless Mountain, the Highest Hight, Herald of the Sun.” Said a curly black haired man in black robes. 
He held a beard that was to his lower chest, and his hair was twice as long…. He held pale, almost vampiric skin… and dark gray eyes that reminded me of stone. He held black angel’s wings, being a harbinger of death, undefeatable in combat. Instead of elk horns like the Pit, his black halo held spikes. It took the light around it, giving him in general an unearthly black aura…. He looked like he should belong in hell…
As the Pit is given form, and made to look as a beautiful, trustworthy sight, the gruff scarred male is the Highest Height… He was the physical form of Mount Olympis….. 
“I cannot accept.” I said bleeding out, but unable to die because of the Herald’s presence…. 
“It is appreciated, but we are the direct bloodline of the Void King… it would be… unwise to rouse his anger.” Kaizen damn near looked like a shaking pup trying to defend me… but to them we were.
He looked up, and when he looked back at us, his gray eyes were stern. “My master does not accept this; he feels it is not right a Son of the Horned One dies because of his Son.”
He had a point… Me dying here could still make trouble…. I was cursed and killed by a Son of the Sun… The King of the Void would be displeased by this as well.
… but I wouldn’t be able to stop them should Zumitas steal me… nor any Night Court here..
The ground rumbled, sprouting probably the most aggressive kind of demon grandfather made….
Even with the demons crawling out the ground, being burned slightly by the light of the sun, did not make a single one flinch… Grandfather sent as many demons as there were angels… and Rah’esh’Kraa’Hraa-Zaimaan, the Lord of Aggression in his human form. The Badger Demon ruled the Layer of Aggression… those who were abusive or violent went to his Layer.
His appearance looked of African descent, with his black hair with 2 white streaks cut short. He could turn into literally A Giant Fucking Honey Badger, probably *The* most aggressive animal that comes to mind….and the other creature I thought of, Tazmanian Devil demons were at his left and right.
The Lord of Aggression was a demon who does not stop fighting until he is beheaded. Even now, I saw the raised tattoos on his skin, each one for an angel captain he’d killed. They dotted his neck, shoulders, back, and chest. The Great Badger was summoned for this reason.
I know other lords would do well…. But … He is a berserker unit. Unpredictable… Unstoppable. The Proof of his power is on his skin. It is Quantifiable… the dots make the pattern of the Horned One’s castle on his back.
And one word and there’s going to be an all out battle here…
He was a mighty soldier, the perfect size for combat. A Behimoth would be Too big.
“The Master Does Not Want Your Filthy Mitts on His Children.” He said snorting steam. “Lia lives, now fuck off.”
“Such Vulgar words from such a Vulgar Creature.” Said Uriel, putting his hand on his sword, but not drawing it. Fuck.
“Shut up before you give me Diabetes, Unicorn.” He spat, and his fellow badgers chuckled.
Tensions were already High from just the *Suggestion* of a blessing….
But I did not make a mistake. I know where I belong.
“Your words mean nothing, Layer Lord.” Said Zumitas. “I shall take the boy.”
“You will take Nothing, and like it.” Hissed Rah’esh’Kraa’Hraa-Zaimaan.
A pink beam shook the earth, now all the demons kneeled, putting their swords in the ground…
“My master will heal his Own son.” Said Apythmenos, the Herald of Zuviel… the world around them felt like Contradiction….. 
The Endless Mountain glared at the Bottomless Pit.
When they both flapped their wings to hover above the world, that feeling was gone… 
Fuck… I silently watched this… hoping I didn’t accidentally kill the planet…
Herald Involvement… It is not something to be taken lightly, especially the two highest.
They cannot stand on the same ground, or even breathe the same air. They cast magic barriers around themselves as they shared some unknown, undecipherable conversation….
They say there’s always a bigger fish, well… 
They’re whales in a lake….. 
They hold a closer relationship than even a child or non-mate wife with their creator…. Seeing a Herald was to hear the words of the pantheon…. 
Arviel wanted me because he saw what we could do… but of my siblings I am the only one who makes holy energy.
Should I not just die, grandfather himself would likely get involved….
I could not blame the servants for their master… This hurt more than the dissipating curse, because now I had to keep myself alive too… I can’t get taken…
I can’t be stolen. Zumitas Will do that if he can snatch my soul. His orders are to bring me, so that’s what he’ll do.
For Arviel I would be as a new toy but for my grandfather I am his blood….
And I Know grandfather…. He wouldn’t give us away… He wouldn’t let us be blessed by the Lord of Light, since they only truce for peace’s sake… at any moment one of them could ruin it since they hate each other, and I would have to draw my sword at Herculian, Uriel, or even my Uncle Jerald.…
They argued in a language I did not comprehend, spitting the words of their masters….. 
“My master bids you his favor, in light of the interference of the Horned One. I bid this world goodbye. I no longer have need to be here.” Said Zumitas.
They settled on everyone leaving …. But I could not relax.
“….. And *he* belongs to the Lord of Light?” Asked Aureus, referring to the Herald who left.
“And I the Void’s Herald.” Said Apythmenos. “We were made before the war, and we both are not to interfere.” He said the last part as if he left out some detail…
I knew the part about them not being able to be near each other… That they were opposites through and through…. But I guess if the Endless Mountain and the Bottomless Pit tried to fight, it would probably ruin the very peace everyone wanted… 
“I suppose I should leave as well.” Said Apythmenos. “I’m taking Tyson with me though for good measure.” He said snapping his fingers, and we went straight down.
I was whole, but shaking.
Not having blood will do that.
“My son, you have fought so well. Rest.” He waved his hand.
…. I don’t think I’d ever seen his true face.
He literally is only darkness… a solid, muscled shadow with raging eyes, and a flaming crown of almost black crimson fire….
I wonder what happened?
I wonder where was grandmother, but I could dwell on this. Sleep came as my head plopped on a pillow in my grandfather's castle…. 
Time is different here…  I know I slept three days, I know that much, but on Urth, that might be three minutes.