Will of chaos

Chapter 1982: Cap 1977: Hana…

“Continuing to hesitate isn’t my style…” (me)

I open the doors and enter. The room was empty of furniture and anything else besides a coffin with a crystal lid. Inside wasn’t even a living person; it was just a wounded soul.

Just seeing that soul was a little distressing. I may have let go of my old feelings, but not even a God like me can forget bitter memories and erase such old feelings. Letting go was all I could do.

“I know nothing about you, I don’t know your name, appearance, or circumstances…” (me)

“But I know what you did to me. No explanation or circumstance will erase this mistake and your absence during all those decades.” (me)

“Do you deserve to be called mother…?” (me)

“In my view… NO!” (Me)

“But curiosity about you tormented me in those days, so let me see who you were…” (Me)

I approach the coffin and remove the crystal lid; it wasn’t even sealed. As soon as I opened the lid, I realized the Soul wasn’t dissipating naturally.

I could sense a monstrous amount of Demonic power, but that wouldn’t be enough to keep this Soul from dissipating unless it had already become a Demonic Soul, which very strangely hadn’t happened.

I looked more closely and found a shadow of a horn covered in Runes inside the Soul. It acts as a core, interconnecting and refining all the massive Demonic energy within the Soul. This horn contained a power similar to what I felt from the Titan of Purgatory I saw at that Infernal Event.

“Planting another seed, Callidora…?” (Me)

I tried to sense the Infernal power, but despite any remnants, there was nothing to force a connection with Callidora, nor was there any sign of her presence or Will.

“What are you seeking with this?” (Me)

Without any connection or form of control, even if this Soul were to become one of her demonic abominations, it would be free from her influence; this is the same as granting power for free.

“Good will, isn’t it…?” (Me)

“I won’t fall for that again… I know what you’re thinking…” (Me)

Callidora takes it for granted that I will embrace this woman into my family; she wants to use this power as a pressure point. There must be a key to unlock this power, or some kind of training must have to be done in Hell. One way or another, this forces a future negotiation with her.

Sweat drips down my forehead at how far ahead Callidora thought of this, but the worst part is her taking it for granted that I’ll stay with this Soul. She must know my feelings for this woman; I’ve made it quite obvious, and I know she must have spied on my mind in the past, which means she knows something I don’t.

“What are you hiding…?” (me)

I looked at that Soul, even now I was still hesitating to go through with what I planned. I didn’t want anything with this woman, but I can’t run from my old feelings, nor can I be afraid to act this way.

Sigh

“I want to know where all this Willpower comes from that prevents Demonization even with this horn inside.” (me)

“Not to mention these traumas causing such serious injuries…” (me)

I sit on the edge of the coffin. I can feel the Soul’s Aura trying to reach me, but I use my Divine power to prevent our Auras from touching. I keep it suppressed and place two fingers on her forehead.

“(Let’s see who you are…)” (me)

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I close my eyes and my consciousness invades yours; there is nothing a mortal soul can do to ward off my Divine Will, even if your Will is strong, it is still not something on the Divine level.

Soon I arrived inside her consciousness and saw a woman sitting in a dark void. It was the same woman, with the same appearance as Alma, but her hair wasn’t white.

She was a woman who appeared to be about 30 years old, with brown hair and eyes, a light brown complexion, and casual clothes that resembled those of a football team, red and black with the number 10 written on them.

She was looking in my direction. She knew about my intrusion since I hadn’t done anything to conceal it, so I walked towards her. Her face was calm, but her brown eyes stared at me with a cold intensity, like a bloodthirsty monster.

I didn’t feel fear. This murderous intent was too weak for me. Even the weakest of my children has a stronger murderous intent than hers. Even so, it’s something that a Soul so weak, belonging to a human from a civilization as weak as Earth, shouldn’t have. This alone shows that she has stained her hands with blood hundreds of times.

“Aren’t you afraid?” (Me)

“What good would fear do?”

“Do you at least understand your situation?” (Me)

“I’m dead and I’m sure I went to hell, to my surprise.”

I sit in front of her with my legs crossed, my form was that of a slightly shorter teenager, my long red hair, my tanned skin and my eyes of different colors, something that should seem exotic to her, but she showed no reaction to my appearance.

“Your surprise would be being in hell?” (Me)

“My surprise is that hell exists, I’m sure my Grandmother must be laughing in paradise after talking so much about how religion was a waste of time.”

“I expected to disappear when I closed my eyes, I never believed in Gods, much less did I expect that something like Heaven or Hell existed.”

“For someone in hell, you seem very calm.” (Me)

“Since this shit exists, then a heartless bitch like me is at home in this hole.”

She smiles wildly, her presence doesn’t show fear, in fact she seems happy. I can’t understand it. I’m sure Callidora must have tortured her soul in the past, or she wouldn’t have so much demonic energy within her soul. Even so, she seems happy to be in hell.

“(She doesn’t know she’s no longer in hell.)” (me)

“Aren’t you surprised to see me?” (me)

“Should I be?”

“Compared to the demonic abominations I’ve seen before, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“Not as beautiful as that beauty that came before, but I hope I don’t have to see her again. Her eyes and smile were truly terrifying.”

“Do you know who I am?” (me)

“An angel?”

“Maybe a different kind of demon? My grandmother used to say Lucifer was a fallen angel.”

“Assuming you’re right, aren’t you going to try to beg for mercy or anything like that?” (Me)

“No, I’m fine like this, like I said before, I’m at home in this infernal barbecue.”

“…” (Me)

She’s not lying, she’s not afraid, and she’s not even trying to understand what’s happening; she’s accepting everything as it is in front of her. I can’t understand where all this disinterest in her fate comes from.

“What if I told you I’m a God?” (Me)

“Don’t lie to try and give me hope. If God really exists, he wouldn’t come to see someone like me.”

“I killed, I stole, and I caused more suffering than an epidemic. A bitch like me is far from being forgiven with a simple confession to a priest.”

She looks at me seriously. As soon as I said I was a God, her presence became hostile, as if the mere possibility of leaving here was unacceptable to her.

“(I can’t understand her…)” (Me)

I don’t like what’s happening. The more I hear and see, the more my curiosity grows. I want to know more about her, and it still seems repugnant to me.

“Tell me, what’s your name? Or don’t you even dare to say that?” (me)

“Boy, don’t try to provoke me. I’d eat your heart for breakfast.”

“My name is Hana, you can call me that.” (Hana)

“(Hana…)” (me)

“So Hana, how about we talk a little?” (me)

“Aren’t we already doing that?” (Hana)

“No, you’re just stalling. You’re afraid to hear something you don’t want to hear.” (me)

“…” (Hana)

“You must have realized that all that pain and torment has been going on for a long time, haven’t you?” (me)

“Then suddenly a boy like me appears out of nowhere and even claims to be a God, but still acts with hostility.” (Me)

“Have you realized you’re not in Hell anymore…” (Me)

“You LITTLE SHIT!!!” (Hana)

She jumps up and tries to kick me in the face with full force, the full force a mortal mind can comprehend within its human standards.

Her kicks didn’t even hit my face, stopping inches away. I didn’t even blink. She was so slow it seemed like she was in slow motion, and her strength was like that of a newborn. It was almost funny to see her reaction.

“Stop your ridiculous tantrum. As I said before, I am a God, and you are no longer in Hell.” (Me)

“You damn brat, send me back!!!” (Hana)

Snap

I snap my fingers, and she was already sitting cross-legged, unable to move. It was clear from her angry, maddening look from before that leaving her alone wouldn’t help, or this conversation couldn’t continue.

“There’s no point in throwing a tantrum in front of me, you don’t have the ability to influence my decisions or actions, so how about acting more calmly?” (me)

“You bastard…!” (Hana)

My pressure on her must feel like the weight of a mountain, but the truth is I’m holding back a lot. If I use even 5% of my real presence to pressure her, then with luck only her Consciousness would be crushed and with bad luck her Soul would be destroyed.

“How about we start with some introductions?” (me)