The Veritas Chapter 6; Charity

One of the heads of the $yndicate would stand at the appointed destination, waiting for the signal to regroup.

Because SIN's presence had already passed by from Temptation when the Fallen Angels were left to their doom, by the time the $yndicate member made it to one of the designated points, there was a Demon Lord already waiting.

From further up the mountain, yet on the same level of the 'West Gate,' the Demon Lord Leviathan, who was now nothing more than a weak and lowly Peon and a worthless Belial would come scurrying in a haste to the next Demon Lord that was set up in his position. "Help me! Help me!!" he cried out, throwing himself at the complete mercy of the next Demon Lord, "The Virtues are returning, and look what they have done to me! I was once a great and powerful Demon Lord of Envy, and now I am nothing but an insignificant speck no larger than a fetus! Please, I beg you, whatever it takes for me to live! Help me! I'll do anything!!" The fetus-sized Demon Lord of Envy, Leviathan, whose head had a severe bubbling goop that looked like a defiled skin disease melting the cranium, and also one on the chest that looked like it were melting the ribcage, would continue to cry out like a little mouse to the next Demon Lord, who was more powerful than he was, currently. "Don't let me die! Are we not for the same cause? Let me live! Help me live!!"

The $yndicate member nearby, who heard all of the things this creature was saying, would already start figuring out ways to stop it from doing what it was trying to do. However, before any of that, the Demon Lord could have been lured out of hiding if allowed to emerge. Contemplating either outcome, and not having received any communication about any other orders, the $yndicate member would buzz a message to the others. "I see one of the Demon Lords coming from afar, requesting assistance. I've got it in my sights and it hasn't noticed me. What should I do with it?" Because it was seen coming from afar looking as if it had already been dealt with in some manner, and also having prior information from the secret communication they were using, the $yndicate member didn't want to do something that was too hasty and possibly ruin the plan or a setup, but instead add onto it. She awaited her response avidly.

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Flame Plushie hovered into the air, high above the ground and fired a piercing red heat beam laser of searing fire from his eyes straight at the general locations of where Belial would next move. The focusing of his sight would be enough to melt the general vicinity as it was initially projected; slowly, like a sifting powder.

When the Demon Lord that was also in hiding saw one of his own calling out to him, he was ignored completely and left out in the open, since it was clear that there was a foreign contamination on him that looked potentially threatening and contagious.

The Demon Lord pretended like nothing was happening and that Belial couldn't be heard. Likewise, the Demon Lord would also watch from the hidden place as the ground started to dissolve around Belial.

There Was Another Figure That Was Coming Up From The Distance, Down From The Mountain Relatively On The Same Terrain As The Next Area, Having Followed The Trails Of Belial After It Scurried Ahead. It Was The Peon From Earlier And The Disciples That Had Been Given Into Its Hands. The Spirit That Kept It Moving Was What Kept The Disciples Together, But They Walked Into Danger And All Of Them Were Completely Defenseless. Though It Only Looked Like Belial Was The Only One Out In The Field, The Sign Of The Earth Beginning To Deteriorate Around Him Was Clear That It Was Dangerous In The Area. From The Looks Of It, All Of Them Would Be Burnt To A Crisp Along With Belial, Making The Entire Excursion Pointless.

"Roger that," the $yndicate member would say once she got word that her orders changed. She did not regard the ugly creature standing in the middle of the field but instead rushed to the Disciples and gathered them up. "Here!" she cried out, yelling to the Peon that was leading them. "Follow me! This way! I will cover you!" She wasted no time in getting them into her hiding place, which was also a secret passage down the mountain that she'd come up from in the first place, which was why she was hiding there. The cover of this area was behind a string of large boulders, and the path descended to lower ground. It was a shortcut, and each of the Disciples, including the Peon, would now be under the care of the $yndicate member, who deftly escaped with them.

The burning fetus Belial disintegrated particle at a time under the scorching heat, shriveling up like a raisin on the ground that was targeted, all by his lonesome. If he had last words to utter, it wouldn't do him any favor to be able to do so, if he even could.

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Next, as the laser came into focus on the target, the ground would begin to dissolve under him, and melt down into itself, and eroding everything with a fiery heat wave.

By this time, Flame Plushie, himself, had appeared in the new location, wiping out any remains of Belial and the Demon Lords that there were and searching for more with a large and voracious sharp toothed smile on his face.

Belial's final glimpses of life were an overwhelming burst of light and severe scorching heat like a seed in the barren wastelands of the desert with no soil and no water. Still conscious and very much in pain until every last bit of the body, which was resilient in its core, was broken down particle at a time in the most intricately meticulous manner, Belial struggled in complete silent motionless insanity for any means of survival available at all.

Finally, the laser beam would burn through everything that was in Flame Plushie's complete line of sight from his aerial position as a thin red trail followed by an explosion that disintegrated everything within the blast radius that was marked out by the prior focus, and only red hot fire would remain at the edges of the smoldering blister mark that was erased from the mountain.

When Belial was finally completely destroyed, because none of his former subordinates came to assist him before his time of death, the very fact that he died and each of them was aware and abandoned him caused a detachment between them due to the degeneration of trustworthiness. In their hearts and minds, each of the remaining Demon Lords were divided by a decay of their own internal soundness. Each of them defecting from each other through the division via Envy brought them all now also suspicion of each other and therefore caused each to act and work independently of one another, even if feigned as though they weren't. Therefore, the new Belials, who were the Demon Lords being Corrupted from the inside out because of how they treated the former Belial before it died, were like him and also no longer concerned with each other due to the decay of the Corruption.

The Demon Lord of the area was still nowhere to be found, and seemed to have no intention of appearing, even after what happened and things seemed to have quieted down.

"Not dead yet..." was all that Lord Patience heard from the explanation, and immediately panned his piercing red eyes over the area for signs of any type of heat signature or biorhythm of any sort. His glare could pierce through solid objects and looked as if at any moment, could release a laser beam just as powerful from it. There was a scowl on his face that expressed his discontent.

As the Spirit spread outward over the land, Lord Patience would keep up with it and analyze the area with his own aura. This would also help the Spirit that was over him to expand and keep in touch, as well.

The land trembled as the two presences expanded over the terrain. What was once all flat barren wasteland would suddenly spring up as numerous earthen towers all across the land that Greed once controlled, arranging itself like a labyrinth. Greed's clinging spirit kept hold of the land even after the death of the actual being, including where the body had been destroyed. The same Sins and Demons that had been destroyed before would become the culmination of themselves combined, thus creating the Demon Lords.

Innumerable eyes like windows opened up variably across the expanse of the city-like construct. Everything around them became dark due to how much of the land was possessed by Greed before the death of the Sin and the rise of the Demon Lord of Greed. The actual byproduct, itself, was also capable of being possessed again by another entity or come together all on its own, as if someone else picked up the pieces and rebuilt the same concept all at once. The concept, itself, was its own form of threat as a Demon Lord. Now, already, the Spirits were trapped inside of the House; surrounded from every angle by the City.

The House that was the Demon Lord of Greed -- the replica and stencil layout of the exact same failed design that Greed the Sin, itself, had been building up using the Demon of Greed, Money -- consuming and producing through its own Supply and Demand based on self-satisfaction and instant gratification in order to instantaneously yield virtually any and all spontaneous results consistently. It ate up the land like a plague of locusts and spread all throughout the borders quite swiftly, further surrounding the foreign substance within its Presence. Its entire land mass was itself spontaneously generating itself.

The Eyes of the City opened up all around, locking onto the foreign substance, yet also simultaneously still focusing on what the next steps for instantaneous gratification to spontaneously reproduce the product, thereby creating the next Demand. Whilst each of them was supplying each others' demands yet demanding absurd and vain things, each of the eyes were constantly focused on this continuum as well alongside whatever is also going on, in Greed's original image when Greed created it the first time. Soon after, it began to swiftly reproduce on top of itself, accumulating rapidly as a single body. The entire mass, feeding on itself for itself, soon started putting together the greater Sin of Greed using the offspring; the Demon. Thus, a large towering city that spread over the land like a nation, fully sustained and also virtually impossible to function in without any sort of background introduction into it, which is also there yet also inconvenient for you, unlike the convenient store that suddenly set itself up around you. The Demon Lord of Greed, which was just Greed, the Sin overseeing the entire product coming together for the first time looming over the entire land as a large presence with a tool in his hand made for moving pieces on a map on a table.

"BAHAHA!!!" Greed cackled, the largest serpentine grin on his face, which still did not reveal his eyes. "I've got you now, you pesky little insect..." There was a sudden gleam from under the shadow of his hair covering his eyes, like a piercing light that reflected the flames coming from underground. "This Is MY City!!!" He lashed at it, fondling his product gently in a tender spot, in a place most pleasurable to him.

Lord Patience, the Magnus Ignis, did exactly as he was commanded by his Elder, pouring out the flames of his own bodice out into the already glowing furnace that was the underground passage, filling up the body of the Presence of Primordius, serving as the accumulation of the Spirits among them that were ignited. Lord Patience had dominion over Fire, and therefore produced and reproduced just as infinitely as the rapid expansion of the city, itself.

Surging flames seared into the imprint on the ground, giving the entity a clear lock on the Target, which was a smoldering mark in and on and within and throughout the actual city, itself. He grinned menacingly with hair ablaze with a bright idea for speeding the process along. "To Exterminate Rats, Put Poison In Their Tunnels; Directly Inside. If The Rats Have An Underground Tunnel Or System, Poisoning Any Of The Ones That Are Messengers Or Sources Will Destroy The Entire Colony Of Them. It Will Cause Division And Distrust Among Them, And Inevitable Destruction." Whatever would touch the flame would spread it like a fire in the street in the same randomly generated manner as any available vulnerability or movement of such that should so attach or allow itself to be attached to anything that was already lit aflame, due to the nature of the construct being primarily focused on attaching as many things as it could to itself, as a Perversion. With his memory restored, Lord Patience was more than fully aware of the greater depth of what he was at first hazy about due to the lack of congition.

"They Move Through Hearsay And Limited Insight Only To Their Respective Colonies. Striking Messengers Is More Useful Than Striking Sources, Since The Messengers Will Touch Many Things And Poison Them All." The flames already pouring out from him grew brighter, and the flame would do as he willed the moment he thought it, and therefore already begin the process with anything that was touching the fire from the Damnation at the time. It would be the equivalent of him burning his own Consecration. "The Sources Will Begin Destroying Their Messengers And The Messengers Will Leave A Line Of Poison That Will Disperse The Others, In Fear. They Will Be Most Vulnerable And Most Weak At That Time." Basically, he already knew who to hit after the target was secured. "The Next Second Weakest Point Is When They Start To Regroup Elsewhere, Attempting To Rebuild."

Lord Patience, whose name is Titus, already came as a 'Field' expert due to the nature of his actual background expertise in the 'Field.' When the weak point was revealed, it only gave him greater perspective of the overall demolition plan in the most coherent matter possible from where he was and what was going on. "When You Clean Out The Tunnels And Underground Networks, You Free Up New Parts Of The City That Are Infested, And Make It Easy To Clean Out." It all made so much sense. It was all so clear to him, and he knew that the Spirit that rested over him was here so that he could channel his energy into this destruction in the proper manner. "Sometimes, Cities That Are Dirty Are Only So Because Of Underground Networks That Are Binding And Supporting The Above-Ground Networks. Where The Surface Area May Seem Clean And Secure, What Goes On Underground Or In The Background Is Actually What Is Causing Circulation. Therefore, When Things Become Too Destructive Or Chaotic, It Is The Equivalent Of A Sewer Backing Up. Therefore, Cleaning Out The Gutters Is Imperative To Ensuring That The Circulation Remains Clean, Because All Sewage Systems And Underground Systems Are The Equivalent Of The Waste Removal Process Of The Digestive System. Hence; Waste Management."

That said, Lord Patience, the Magnus Ignis, and also God of Fire on the Veritas, would begin to perpetually generate his own flame internally through his many ideas coming together all at once, fueling his passion, anger and focus simultaneously as if burning them into one thing at one target point. "Isolate The Targets By Enclosing Them In A Confined Space In Their Fear, But Draw Them Out By Purging The Confined Space After Enough Have Been Collected And Confined In The Space, Itself. It Will Function Like Lab Rats Trapped In A Labyrinth And Led To A Dead End As A Wide Open Space. This Will Ensure As Many As Possible Are Either Exposed, Poisoned Or Destroyed All At The Same Time Without Any Of The Others Recognizing Until After They've Already Spread Out And Regrouped. This Will Work Literally Every Time And Always Targets The Two Weakest Points; When They Come Together And When They Spread Out." The more he spoke, the more his fire consumed based on what was thought up and spoken outwardly and focused on attentively. "All Of The Underground Will Rise Up To The Surface, Only To Be Taken Care Of At The Surface Value Of Normal Retribution." As he spoke, he was burning through the underground more and more, causing a greater mark to scorch more deeply, imprinting itself into the earth well below the surface and deep into the sewage; the roots of the city.

"NO!" Demon Lord Greed cried out, unable to act on his plans nor pay any more attention to the special place that was within his House at the time, "You won't take my beautiful precious plans I was going to use for Purgatorio and make the whole mountain MINE after I manufactured all of my products all across it!" Greed, who was the mastermind already behind most all the project of his own goals, and had already long decided that he was going to overthrow the actual Slavemaster in charge after perfecting his product, was crestfallen in the actual calculation being correct and his own blunder of revealing it on accident based on an actual design that he couldn't get out immediately because it was already instantly manifested and continued on as an instant manifestation as it occurred.

Yet, in his Madness, truly believing that he still had total control even though the first shot was very detrimental, Demon Lord Greed instead would laugh haughtily and begin to work other factions of his rather large organization to generate something within to neutralize the threat. "There is no stopping ME!" Because all three layers were owned by Greed, itself, by design, as a Sin, he had control over all of them at once, as well as knowledge of how all the other Sins functioned.

Then he hatched up an idea, realizing that if he could finish his own goals without having to worry, the other Demon Lords would naturally get in the way, being Demon Lords, and Demon Lord Greed could go buy out the city of Purgatorio and flush it out with himself and what he was marketing and producing ceaselessly. Cities lines up along the coast as Demon Lord Greed disappeared over the horizon with countless cities littering the way down the mountain.

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