Heavenly Opposers

That day Azrail's plan worked and he escaped, which didn't even affect the mad scientist, and the day he stood outside the prison and torture chamber running through the sand he had felt a snap at the light connection that had formed between him and the shadow, he was sure that she was killed.

The mad scientist and that organizing hunted Azrail down but just like the rest they couldn't find him, the 'gift' that the mad scientist gave him became the power that Azrail used to live his life, vowing in his heart to get revenge, he started to live his life, until he died without achieving anything.

'This time lets give him a taste of his own medicine'

Azrail mused, around him a deep red light shimmering around, his own killing intent had manifested, circling around him, the raging feeling banging against his heart, it was at that time he felt his connection tremble, Yurou asking him what was wrong, his sister calling out to him while Valencia was seething at the person capable of making Azrail feel such killing intent.

Each of them responded in their own manner, though in the end what all of them were doing was looking after him, this helped Azrail calm his mind down, and slowly he started to respond to the calls to him, it took some time for him to pacify the three but it also helped him to cool down, letting his rationality reappear.

'It looks like I still have a way to go with controlling my mind'

In the past Azrail has dreamed about it a lot, even when he had given up on life he still kept dreaming of the day that he will get revenge, the day he would torture that monster back, to get revenge for a shadow that should have being his but that was all he could do, dream and now being close to achieving what he dreamed of, it would seem that he's slowly letting his anger take control of him.

'What's a few hours compared to years?'

Repeating the mantra, Azrail closed his eyes, his mind flashing with the plan he had created, a simple and easy one. One that will grant him a good revenge.

....

Deep within a guarded ground, several people kept moving, each of them attending one or more tasks but the unique thing about all these people was the fact that all of them were wearing a single mask, each and every mask being identical, while the people moving around felt robotic as if they didn't have their own mind.

The only thing differentiating them is the number printed on their dress, each number indicating their position and power.

The whole underground area was lavish and humongous. It is similar to an underground palace with 5 layers, the lowest level being where thousands of cells could be seen, at least half of the being filled with inmates, each being filling the cells composed of different species but all of them have one thing in common, a face filled with despair.

Some seemed to have lost their mind, others facing cruel tests, species from higher places trapped here knowing who they belong to for such they had long since given up any sort of hope, then there's the new arrival, not knowing the gruesome fate awaiting them, their eyes sparkling with vigor to escape.

The 5th level was filled with such differences, all of such people were gathered, yet none knew each other, not one word could be said nor could they know each other's existence.

The higher the level went the greater the place it was for staying, there was the twisted rule that the more important you are, the better will be your treatment, hence the long staying 'patients' had already formed an attitude of being useful, hence they don't end up as materials.

The highest level is one which no one has access to, its where the greatest creation of the mad scientist lay, an area, not even the highly numbered slave servants are allowed to enter, a place of total mystery, the greatest addiction of the mad scientist lay there, it is also the best and the most powerful room within this underground 'palace' laboratory.

And now within one of the lab rooms stood the ad scientist, within his zoomed screen being a pixie, a species belonging to one of the hidden realms of the cosmos, its size being similar to dust, the current one within the mad scientist being a youngster, it's entire body strict as it was playing around with, its gender still undetermined.

The pixie had human-like features with its head being the shape of a hat, its ears being long, while three shinning curved hones stood at the top of the hat, if one was to take the human approach the pixel would be called cute, though the smiling species was now being played around with and tortured even with its small size.

"This is good...their distracting nature with the pixie dust control will be very useful.....hehe"

The weird laughter only grew as the mad scientist heard the screams of the pixie through the amplifier, making the mad scientist's body tremble with happiness.

....

Up above a scarce land, where nothing can be seen for miles an unknown and unmarked chariot appeared hidden from the skies. Azrail stays within the chariot as he used the see-through function to see around the area. Everything was as he remembered it, the place made at the never-ending desert, such that even if someone escapes they can only keep walking until they dry up.

'I wonder how the Empire would feel'

Azrail mused, it isn't easy moving between empires, each one has a controlled array between each empire, making it such that you can't just move through them all, after all unlike the higher realms, in the lower ones the status quo between the different species ain't that well, especially when there are only 2 human Empires.

Right now Azrail was in the Empire belonging to the Demi-Humans. Thanks to the chariots Azrail was able to move at high speed and arrive here without causing any issues.

'Looks like I will need to award Yunbai more when I get back'

Azrail mused as he saw through the several souls moving underground, even the hiding array was unable to block through his gaze, Azrail made sure to miss nothing as he kept looking through, his eyes finally landing on that one soul shinning brightly than the rest, it's conviction and desire more appealing than the others that seem to have no desire of their own.

It was then Azrail's eyes landed on one special soul, just as his eyes landed on it his heart started to beat faster, a primitive possessiveness feeling filling his mind telling him that whatever that soul is, it was his.

Azrail closed his eyes as he basked in that feeling, having only experienced it once and that time he had been able to enjoy that feeling. A few seconds later he opened his eyes this time looking at his second objective, his eyes coming to gaze at the most disgusting soul he ever saw in his life, one that seemed to put together artificially.

The soul of a monster.