The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 301 Painting The Stars With Blood

This was not over. The smile from the Third Prince that Rowan saw resembled a kid who was having fun. He suddenly understood where that feeling of disquietness he had was coming from. There was something inside the eyes of his father that he had never seen before, it was as if he was beginning to let go of himself.

Rowan did not know why the idea of something like that was beginning to scare him. It took a lot to scare Rowan now.

Kohron Demon Prince of Strife scoffed in disdain, "I expected more from this task. Disappointing. How did such a weakling kill my Duke?"

Rowan felt the strings on his Primordial Record shiver, "He's not dead." whispered Rowan, "He is behind you."

Kohron looked towards the body of the Third Prince, and it had vanished, and a tremendous sound was heard like a mountain being broken in two, and the Demon Prince shuddered, his head was pushed down until it touched his chest and Rowan could see behind him was a grinning Third Prince and he was holding a portion of the skull of the Demon in his hands.

Due to the Demon Prince's size, the portion of the skull in his hands were larger than fifty feet across, the Third Prince looked down at Rowan with an exasperated sigh, for it was his warning that allowed the Demon Prince to move a bit, dodging the otherwise fatal blow.

"Now things just got more fu*king bothersome. You could not let me kill him the easy way now, could you?" The Third Prince said to Rowan and flung the pieces of the Demon Prince's skull in his hand aside like a thrash.

Kohron reached up and touched his head, his black blood raining down on his body, and then he turned and roared, it was a frightening sound as his mouth stretched open beyond any mortal limits. His visage turned to that of a true demon as scales and teeth burst all over his body.

He grew a tail that was three thousand feet long, with the tips ending in a sharp spear point that burned with hell fire. With a cry that made Rowan's body nearly explode, he unleashed his Domain, and hell opened forth.

His Domain, as Rowan would discover, was housed in his vast wings.

And they were spread so wide it covered the entire expanse, they began to balloon up and wrapped around himself like a ball, trapping the Third Prince inside.

It was impossible for Rowan to describe everything that he was witnessing, for another sun opened up over Jarkarr and it was red.

It was the Domain of the Demon Prince and it began to expand, it grew so massive it became bigger than the planet and swallowed up the moon, the only reason Jarkarr was not swallowed up was because of the presence of Boreas, who had a pale blue shield over the planet that was repelling the red sun.

Enormous booming sounds like a thousand earthquakes rumbled from inside the red sun, and deep cracks opened on the surface of it. Rowan through the Sigils bounding the pages could follow the traces of the battle, but he could only comprehend a fraction of it.

He only knew that the figure of his father was rapidly flickering inside the red sun, millions of times per second, crossing massive distances that were hard to fathom. He recalled back when Erohim trapped him inside a similar Domain, it was hundreds of miles across, but when he escaped, he discovered that the Domain was smaller than a grain of sand.

If he applied the same logic to the Domain of the Demon Prince that was tens of times bigger than the planet he was standing on, then it must mean the space inside it must be unfathomable, and could solely be measured in light years.

For the Third Prince to create massive tears on the fabrics of the Domain while inside, must mean he was unleashing an unfathomable amount of power. He had tried to overestimate the powers of his father, but maybe he had still placed the bar too low.

He must be unleashing so much power he would be able to destroy a thousand planets with each move. Such levels of power was incomprehensible for him at the moment, so far, beyond what normal attributes could command.

The Demon Prince Domain quaked as the intensity of the ongoing battle was continually being ramped up, and then there was a particularly large blast that occurred, and it was louder than any sound that Rowan had ever heard before, and he feared that this sound could be heard all over the Empire.

That sound was overturned by the cry of pain from Kohron, as the Domain he created was torn apart, and his head that had been torn away from his body was thrown with so much force, it landed on the moon, and caused a crater a thousand miles across.

The cry from the Demon Prince broke Rowan's body and nearly shattered his mind. Fury could not even scream before he began to disintegrate. A nine colored flame circled him as the apparition of a Phoenix appeared over his body and he vanished.

The black blood of the Demon Prince sprayed all over space, and the stars in the distance began to be painted in a shade of black, as darkness began to cover the entire visible light.

The Third Prince appeared and he was panting, his hands on his waist, "whew, been a while since I stretched myself like this."

The Decapitated body of the Demon Prince staggered and took a few steps before it knelt down, the blood pumping from the neck was like a waterfall. His wings were in tatters and his hands opened and closed, as if he was trying to grasp something, his motions tearing reality apart.

"I tire of this game, you are not a tame sheep to be led, but a scorpion." the Third Prince sighed, "Come here boy, it's time I took you apart and see what makes you tick."