Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)

The Map of the Apollyon Dimension was unique as it broke down the major regions and then broke them down even further into smaller clusters from there.

The massive Apollyon Dimension as a whole fell under the influence of two Dimensional Hellion Rulers- The Daughter of Hatred, Lilith, and her close kin…The Hellish Pontiff, Lucius!

These two Dimensional Hellion Rulers reigned over half of the Apollyon Dimension each as Noah didn't have too much information about their power, only that they opposed each other while still maintaining the stability of the Apollyon Dimension.

Gazing at the map, Noah looked away from the lands under the Daughter of Hatred as he turned towards those under the reign of the Hellish Pontiff, Lucius.

Both of them were Dimensional Hellion Rulers as to distinguish them from Dimensional Rulers- the former were powerful existences that moved to expand their Hegemony across different Dimensions while the latter remained and ruled in their own Dimensions!

So both Dimensional Hellion Rulers Lillith and Lucius were existences that reigned over half of the Apollyon Dimension and also domains of other Dimensions.

Noah wanted to delve a whole lot more into Lilith, but this shocking existence had already tangled with him and tried to bind him through many methods- and he would not treat her lightly as he wouldn't step into her domain without gathering some information first.

So the location was decided upon after Noah gazed at the Domains under the Hellish Pontiff Lucius and read the brief details they held…

"Daemon Orc Ravine…"

SHIING!

The location was decided as a crimson black light wrapped around Noah and the Map of the Apollyon Dimension, a Dimensional light flashing as he disappeared!

The life of a Daemon was a wretched one.

The life of a Succubus Daemon was even more wretched as even their Dimensional Royalty did not escape its shackles.

Among the Daemon Bloodlines of the Apollyon Dimension, they were VENERABLE and revered…but their power was weaker as they specialized in more mystic areas.

Hecate knew this very well as she was currently surrounded by the entourage of the Mad Orc Daemon Commander Stephon- being led from her own home as her Father could do nothing but acquiesce to the requests of this Commander who was close to grasping the Grotto Haven stage!

Simply, she was sold off so that her family could retain her dominion.

She was surrounded by a Daemon Battalion with 10 Alpha Strata Orc Daemons at the lead, hundreds of Beta Strata Orc Daemons filling up the ranks as their huge muscular bodies and grotesque faces with tusks coming out of their faces would cause anyone to recoil.

When Hecate imagined being put under the body of a being like this- even if it was a Peak Ultima Strata Orc Daemon Commander, her very soul denied it!

'In their dreams…'

She sneered as she felt the imperceptible eaves of the essence of Apollyon.

An essence of shocking destruction and brutality that even her father at the weak Ultima stage could not fathom.

But with his luck as an Incubus to catch the eye of a Hellion Daemon Royal under the Hellish Pontiff Lucius, Hecate came to be as her body carried a potent Royal Lineage that the Orc Daemon Commander Stephon now sought after!

But even though her father failed her, Hecate did not fear as from the musings of the Essence of Apollyon, she could feel immense destruction coming.

All she had to do was focus the little control she held of this essence to steer this destruction towards them…and she would figure things out from there.

She thrived from chaos and destruction as this was where she could ensnare and display her abilities the most!

She was on top of a flat vessel that seemed like a jagged piece of rectangular crimson rock that floated across the red magma filled earth below them, their surroundings being filled with flaming pillars of lava and flames that rose to the dark skies.

The heat alone was suffocating as even the death of Cosmos couldn't produce such a high concentration, with those surviving in these conditions being the top of the top- those at the peak of power in their respective stages!

The word 'Average' could not be applied to any Daemon in the Apollyon Dimension as they always exceeded the average whenever they were compared against other Dimensional Races.

Hecate herself was at the center of this rock like rectangular vessel under the control of one of the Alpha Strata Orc Daemons, her surroundings untouched as no matter the lustful gazes of the grotesque Orc Daemons around her, they were under strict orders to bring her to their Commander as they would never dare to even lay a hand on her!

That was how much the one known as Stephon was feared!

An existence with decent attainments in the Decretum of Apollyon as he even grasped two Natural Laws under his banner.

With his power, he managed to win and retain Hegemony of a small region under the vast expanse of domains under the rule of the Hellish Pontiff Lucius, and he had now begun to expand his power onto the surrounding lands as he neared the cusp of Grotto Haven.

Not being surrounded closely by any of the Orc Daemons, Hecate's astonishing beauty could be appreciated as she had dazzling crimson black hair flowing past her shoulders, her blessed body of a Succubus proportioned in an unbelievable manner as just mere moments from her could put weaker beings under her control!

Even now, she had released imperceptible strings of her pheromones into the bodies of multiple Beta Strata Orc Daemons that were at the same stage as her- beings that she could now control like mindless fools as her main goal was to get one or two of the Alpha Strata Orc Daemons under her control before whatever unknown destruction that the Essence of Apollyon foretold came.

A tight crimson gold dress hugged her visage as she had hidden her body with a black robe that could barely hide her blessings, the crimson wings of a Succubus erupting behind her back as on her head, two horns that formed golden crowns at their tips shone with utmost brightness.

This was the only part of her more powerful Bloodline and Physique showing as everything else stemmed from her Blood Succubus Dimensional Bloodline, her body giving off silent waves of power as she waited.

Her fair face could not hide her luminous crimson eyes as red lips soon opened in surprise as a few miles from where the vessel they were on was passing, storming fluctuations of the Essence of Apollyon erupted out!

Her devilish eyes squinted the most she felt these fluctuations and saw the leading Alpha Strata Orc Daemon turn his head towards it.

'Good…'

WAA!

'Let us see what destruction has in store, and how I can use it to escape a fate under a grotesque Daemon…'

Would it be a mindless monster that would kill everything it came across? A natural phenomenon that would disrupt the current balance? Or a hellish existence that would be a better path than being under the grotesque reign of a Orc Daemon?!