Chapter 200 - Rising Turbulence (1/2)

”Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King. Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King. Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King. Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King...”

The demon imp chanted, pacing the breadth of the empty, windowless cell that held him bound and in captivity. The imp had a skin tone of reddish brown with two large bat wings folded at his back and a continuous swinging tail having a triangular end, wearing just a tight short.

In front of the imp, standing behind a bar of iron, observing, were two sleeveless white robed figures, each having almost white eyes, watching the Imp with a fierce gaze. Dr.a.p.ed at the waist was a black belt strapped with a sword in scabboard while spiral white bands at their arms glowed slightly, revealing their nature as Irunmole beings.

Footsteps sounded off from the distance, coming closer to the white robed guards, shuffling impatiently. The guards turned their heads in a way that they could see whoever was coming and still keep an eye on the imp.

Just then, an elderly figure, dressed in white robes, bald with a long beard and a staff came into view. Shortly after, a lady, Second Prime Anu, donning a white kimono with golden short sleeves and elaborately decorated golden waist beads followed, motioning to someone behind her. The guards shifted, taking steps backwards as they allowed for the Elder and his entourage to occupy their place.

”Greetings, Elder. Greetings Primes.” They bowed slightly in unison.

”How long has he been chanting this?” The Elder spoke, ignoring their greetings as he fixed aa cold stare at the imp, his hand trembling slightly on his staff.

”Since he was brought into the council house, Elder.” One of the guards replied.

Footsteps shuffled now and the guard who had spike turned his head to look.

Just then, a third figure shuffled in, tugging at the silver streak of beard on his jaw while his b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t flexed of rippling muscles, undoubtedly being Maerius the Third Prime.

”Where was he captured?” Second Prime Anu enquired, ignoring Maerius as did the Elder and the others.

”In the central market, Elder. Good day my Primes.” A new voice sounded, earning brief glances from the new observers.

”Of the recent times, since the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf and the incident of the Phoenix, we have noticed a high influx of demon presence in Orun Rere. This Imp is just one of the numbers that we were barely able to hold back from totally destroying, Elder.” The new speaker had a crew cut with sleeveless gown. Other than his gown, he looked ordinary.

The one addressed as Elder turned to him now, sighing. He made to speak but the chant of the imp grew louder, drowning every sound out.

”Make. HIM. STOP!” Elder yelled, light cascading around his form. Instantly, symbols shimmered, whisking the iron bars away from existence as the crew cut fellow burst in, his aura exploding fiercely.

GBAM!

His punch rammed into the imp's face, crunching through bones. The imp doubled back, stunned by the attack as it fell down to it's bum.

”Finally, some peace.” The b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.ted figure, Maerius, spoke.

”What? What do you want, demon?” The Elder spoke, his visage darkened.

The imp focused on The Elder, the leader of the Irunmole Forces, and overseer of the Irunmole Society.

”What do I want?” The imp snarled. ”The king is rising. The imp king is coming. And this time, there is nothing you can do about it. You sent Trixius to damage him but he has survived and with the rage of the depths of Orun Apaadi, he will march your world down and ascend and bring down the gods to the pits. As for Trixius, we will find wherever you kept him and drain his life essence out of him for the injuries he cost my King.”

The imp drew closer, sniffing. With a crazed look, he pointed at The Elder.

”Y-you, you have his scent. His bloodline is in you. Listen o son of Trixius, your own blood will be food for the ImpKing and there will be nothing you can or ever DOOOOOO.” The imp snarled.

GBAM! The crew cut Irunmole launches another jaw shattering punch at the imp's mouth.

”Creation Agbara; Heavens Chain.” The Elder muttered.

”We know your son has made it to Earth. And we know exactly what to do with him... Gheheheh...”