I.. Am God?

Inside a room in one of the houses in this huge villa, Kaleid stood silently. In front of him was a sleeping woman, who would definitely be known by Andre.

"Sorry in advance, young lady. I just need you to save myself." He muttered and fished out a small pouch inside his cape and opened it. Before he could even get what was inside, he was immediately immobilized, with him feeling that several mountains were pressing him down.

Space fluctuated as Kaleid felt that the part of the room separated from the spatial existence and created a realm of its own.

From the shadows, a cold and unmerciful silhouette emerged as it growled in a repressed wrath, "Who gave you the courage to implicate her in this fight? Do you know that what you have just done has already decided your ultimate fate?"

Kaleid stayed silent. He knew the consequences if he ever failed to do what he planned, and he was prepared for it.

The silhouette slowly walked towards him as his face was slowly casted upon by light. A sinisterly cold face emerged from the darkness, looking at Kaleid as if he was a dead man.

"I shall make you suffer in the burning pits of the abyss where you belong." Andre stated coldly before grabbing Kaleid's neck and throwing him to a rift that he created before returning it to normal.

He then looked at the peacefully sleeping woman with love before disappearing. The separated space had also returned back to its original plane, as if nothing even happened.

He then went back to Atlantis, and the sight that welcomed him was a barren place. The powerful beings that were once part of the Illuminati have run away, seeing how the most powerful person of the organic who was looked upon by everyone with awe escaped.

Of course, with the power that Andre has, he could easily track them down to re-establish the Illuminati. But first, he figured that he should replace Kaleid with a better servant.

He conjured blood from his body through his pores and gathered it to a ball before chanting, "I call upon, from the depths of the Abyss, my servant." He then slammed the blood ball down. The blood scattered, not in a chaotic manner, but in the form of a blood array.

The array glowed golden as it established contact into the Mysterious Abyss. A dark line then branched out from the array, and at its end, a portal from the abyss formed.

A tall, pale gray figure gradually emerged from the dark portal. Similar to his form, the demon also didn't have wings and greatly resembles a human, a handsome one at that. It had a very muscular body and it was wearing a garment similar to that of a 1700s European nobleman.

The portal closed as the demon opened his eyes. The demon gazed at Andre before striding towards him.

The demon then narrowed his eyes before asking in a deep and powerful manner, "Are you willing to lead the Princedom that your predecessor left?"

Andre didn't even flinch as he felt the power that this demon has in front of him exceeds that of his by quite a large margin. After a couple of seconds of thinking, Andre responded in a resolute voice, "I shall lead this empire of yours to greater heights than that of your first ruler."

The demon had a cold face for a moment before smiling. He then knelt down with utmost respect and declared in a mighty yet elegant voice, "I, your servant Paimon, Highest Chief Demon of the Princedom and one of the Four Dukes, greets the new sovereign of Vilfrein! I shall train you, together with your subordinates, to achieve the power that you rightfully deserve!"

,m "That can be done in another time. I want to handle this world's problems first." He replied neutrally.

"Are you talking about the Chaotic Dark Matter outside?" Paimon smiled profoundly.

"Is that the name of the existence that is creating anomalies?" Andre asked back.

"If you're talking about the Dark Species, then yes. They are creations made entirely random, without interest or goals in their existence." Paimon nodded, "If we're talking about the Chaotic Dark Matter, it would be tricky, but it is still solvable."

"Then tell me." Andre looked at Paimon with utmost seriousness, "With the powers of that Chaotic Dark Matter, it would be just a matter of time before everything ceases to exist."

Paimon laughed at the seriousness of his master, "The Chaotic Dark Matter isn't that powerful, my prince. You are overestimating it." He said, "The only ability of the Chaotic Dark Matter is to create. It has no goal nor will to destroy. Its only drive force is its energy. It would create as long as it could create."

"Then, how would we destroy it?" Andre asked. "We couldn't." Paimon answered.

"The only way for the Chaotic Dark Matter to not become problematic is to merge it together with creation. For now, we would need another galaxy to sacrifice."

Andre went silent. After a while, he spoke, "Can you handle the procedures of looking for the sacrificial galaxy?"

Paimon smiled, knowing that his master already trusts him. "l don't need to personally move for that, my prince. I can send the Demon General Talzesar under Duke Abaddon's command, together with his legion to seek a sacrificial galaxy for your cause." He responded.

"Then, tell them to do so. After I take care of everything here, I will immediately go to the Abyss." Andre commanded while his back was turned to the demon Paimon.

Paimon grinned and bowed, "I shall anticipate that, my prince." Now that the matter of the anomaly is figured out, Andre focused his attention to those "brave ones".

Andre spread his consciousness around the world and intercepted the souls of the escapees, "Would you return by yourselves, or would you all want me to personally drag you back?" He sent his message to their minds in a cold and authoritative tone.

A couple of minutes later, a total of a hundred people returned, including the twelve beings from before. They all had their heads lowered under the intangible pressure that was being emitted by his aura.

"Is everyone here?" Andre asked emotionlessly. No one answered.

Seeing such insolence happening in front of him, Paimon spoke in a very cold and sinister voice, "Your master is asking, yet no one is answering? How impudent!"

When his voice reached their ears, all of them suddenly shouted in deep pain as their heads throbbed as if something was punching it nonstop.

After a while of suffering, finally,  "Yes, Immortal God." Empress Everfree answered while panting, "Everyone is here."

Andre nodded and waved his hand. In front of him, the ten fainted Godkings appeared out of nowhere. He then snapped his fingers, causing them to wake up.

When they opened their eyes, they immediately looked around cautiously. "The battle has ended. You need not be afraid." Andre assured.

Looking around, they then saw the surrounding beings' heads were lowered down, making their eyes glow. They immediately knelt to him and simultaneously chanted, "We greet you, ever-victorious Master!"

Andre just looked at them before speaking, "Now that everyone is complete, I have a task for you all."

"What is it, Master?" Duos, the Spirit Ruler, asked respectfully.

"Stand passively in the domains of every ruler in this world, be it in politics, organizations, and religions. Once I give you my word, forcefully invade their domains and make them surrender, and make sure to make them feel powerless." Andre declared.

"As you wish, Lord!" One hundred men shouted in response, at the same time.

"Now, leave." With that order, everyone immediately rushed to leave, traveling to their posts. No one wanted to experience such pain assaulting them anymore.

When everyone had finally gone from their sight, Andre turned around and said, "Duke Paimon, come with me."

Andre then vanished from his place, followed by Paimon who had tracked where his master appeared next.

They appeared in the east of Africa, specifically in the depths of Egypt, to the place where Azazel, the Watcher, was kept by the now fallen god Hleferoc.

As soon as they entered the dark chamber, they saw the huge Watcher. Similar to what he had seen in the image before, mysterious, deathly, and dark. His wrists were already red due to the shackles that bound him, the old and dusty cloth was already loosening due to his countless attempts to escape, and his folded wings were still covered with shadow, with the bone structure already visible.

Azazel's figure is already not just that of a ruined angel, but already that of a demon.

"An Awaken? Interesting." Paimon nodded approvingly. "What do you mean?" Andre asked confusedly.

"Awakens are beings from the Worshiping Heavens or a created being depicted from beings of the Worshiping Heavens that has awakened their own wills and desires. They are considerably powerful, with their divine powers paired with their personal egos." Paimon explained.