Chapter 259

First Cry The sea of rotting corpses in the seventh hell suddenly boiled, and countless pale arms thrust out from the viscous plasma, tearing at each other's festering flesh. The moment three comets smashed through the dome, the decomposing torso of a six-winged fallen angel began to twitch, dark red tumors pulsating between its ribs, their surfaces shimmering with forbidden runes unrecorded in the Dead Sea Scrolls. When the tumors burst, a rain of sulfur within a radius of ten leagues reversed its course and poured back into the sky. A newborn demon heaved its torso up from the pile of skeletons, its brow smeared with placental membrane mixed with bone shards and brain matter. Its spine was spliced from the tail vertebrae of thirty-three different demon generals, and with every breath, those souls that should have been dead shrieked in the spaces between the bones.