Chapter 9 The Fallen Seraphim
As she said this, Igter couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
He knew that the plague infecting this village was no ordinary one, but he never imagined it was a curse from a Demon King.
After all, every Demon King was peerless in the Demon Realm, considered an immortal supreme being. Even Anliji had to rely on the Divine Spark of Death to be their equal.
After the Demon Realm collapsed, the Blood Lord Medantzo, who had crossed the world membrane, had fallen from his immortal state. Even the other two Demon Kings would not have an easy time.
However, if they were to truly become enemies with that Fallen Seraphim, facing a former immortal, Igter still felt a flicker of worry, even with Verafia beside him, who had once again become a goddess.
“There’s one more thing…”
Ophi, standing to the side, raised her beautiful, sapphire-blue eyes and said in a clear voice, “Veer said, she said, that the Dark Giant King and this Fallen Seraphim have both pledged allegiance to Moon.”
“Moon, hmm, isn’t that right?”
Verafia lightly tied her golden hair with her fair little hand, tilting her head as she replied. She didn’t have Igter’s solemn expression at all.
She knew perfectly well what Igter was worried about; it was simply that the Demon King’s actions were likely instigated by Moon, harboring a greater conspiracy.
However, for Verafia, she had already learned from Fatter that Moon had colluded with demons in the past, and now, the remaining two Demon Kings were also sheltered under his Sacred Light.
Even if this Fallen Seraphim was acting under Moon’s orders to slaughter the empire, Verafia didn’t find it particularly surprising.
Just then, a faint sound of footsteps reached her ears. Verafia turned her head, and before her eyes appeared a young man with blue hair and a girl cloaked in an exquisite cloak.
Although the girl’s figure was hidden by the cloak, it still outlined her graceful, slender form. A hint of fair skin peeking from under the hood offered a glimpse of her art-piece-like beautiful face.
The girl approached Verafia, gently removing her hood. Her smooth, silken silver hair, like pure moonlight, cascaded softly. A few soft strands touched her slender waist, which was barely a handful. Slightly thick black stockings covered her long legs.
Although the cloak concealed a simple dress without any decorations, it still seemed like a gorgeous and perfect gown when worn by the girl, as if she were a beautiful princess emerging from the moonlight.
While adjusting her cloak, the silver-haired girl bowed gently before Verafia, “Goddess Princess, and Igter and Miss Ophi.”
“Oh, Miesera, and Andes, you’re back?”
The silver-haired girl before them was naturally Princess Miesera of the “White Iris,” who had requested to accompany the empire. The blue-haired youth beside her was Andes, a Temple Knight of the “Sword of Dawn.”
However, since Andes had abandoned his affiliation with the God of Light’s followers, even the allied forces opposing the Pope could not openly accept him. Thus, upon returning to Imperial territory, Andes had deliberately disguised his appearance with magic.
“Yes.”
Andes also approached the Goddess. “Goddess Princess, as you instructed, Miesera and I pursued the source of the plague. As you suspected, it is indeed a subordinate of a demon, spreading it in the world during the war.”
“Behind the plague, there is a heresy called the ‘Filthy Wing Church’.”
Miesera also raised her head, her beautiful, crystal-like blue eyes flickering, and added, “This church has not been established for long, less than a year. However, due to the empire’s internal strife, its development has been exceptionally rapid. Brother Andes says that they have spread their faith to over a dozen cities in secret.”
Both Andes and Princess Miesera were powerful figures in the Holy Domain, considered strong individuals within the empire.
Moreover, Andes was originally from the empire and was once the Holy Son of Light. Therefore, despite it being less than half a day, it was enough for them to gather a lot of information.
“By the way, Miss Verafia. Andes encountered a cultist who was preaching. Just as you suspected, their power indeed comes from the Fallen Seraphim of the Demon Realm’s ‘Wings of Fear,’ Sariel.”
Miesera raised her cheek again, looking at Verafia and saying quickly.
“Filthy Wing Church, and Sariel? Hmm… it does sound like something that Fallen Angel would do.”
Upon hearing the words of Andes and Princess Miesera, Verafia rested her chin on her fair hand, her long eyelashes blinking over her golden eyes.
“However, this Demon King has quite a bit of self-awareness, not using titles like ‘Sacred Wings’ or ‘Angel Wings,’ but rather describing himself as ‘Filthy Wings’.”
In the World Tree, Medantzo, the “Blood King,” who was also one of the Four Heavenly Kings, had once told her the secrets of the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm of the past was a plane opened by the Dark God King, who competed with the God of Light.
In the Demon Realm, the Demon Kings inherited the will of the Dark God King, while the other nobles were from races that had retreated to the Demon Realm with the Dark God King. Apart from Anliji, the strongest martial forces in the Demon Realm were born from these races.
For example, Medantzo and the Dark Giant King were born from the Blood Race and the Cyclops on the continent of Agrand respectively.
However, in the history of the Demon Realm, there was an exception: Sariel, the Fallen Angel known as the “Wings of Fear.”
In the entire Demon Realm, Sariel was alone. Legend has it that he once served the God of Light as the Archangel, holding the authority of “Order,” but he betrayed the Light and joined the ranks of the Dark God King.
In the final divine war between darkness and light, as the Dark God King was defeated by the Sword of Light, Sariel also retreated to the Demon Realm with the darkness, remaining there until today.
Even with the succession of Demon Kings and the changes among his colleagues who were also heavenly kings, the position of the Fallen Seraphim remained unchanged. As the chief among the kings under the Demon King, he witnessed the birth and destruction of the Demon Realm.
However, Verafia did not know much about this former Seraphim, Sariel.
The traces of this Demon King in the Demon Realm were also quite secretive, and a hundred years ago, Sariel was the only immortal who did not join the Demon King’s expedition.
Perhaps now, it was Sariel’s first time returning to his homeland since being defeated by the main god he once served.
Thinking of the memories concerning this Fallen Seraphim, Verafia blinked her golden eyes and her lips curved into a light smile.
“But since he’s a Seraphim who fell from the Light and founded a heretical church, it looks like Moon should be the one to handle it.”
“And I have to help him, hmph, this person’s position as Pope is really not doing his job at all.”
