Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 157: Mithras Falls!

Meanwhile, stranded in his collapsing Soul World, Mithras faced an amorphous entity whose appearance shrank, morphed, and expanded into a more feral and ominous-looking replica of him: The Beast.

The Beast now faced the Sun—the Abomination and original hovering in the burning heavens of Mithras' soul.

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"Mithras, one name, one body, one soul...but two blasted roommates that faceoff in dreary silence. We were supposed to be one, sharing everything. But someone interfered, making us distinct individuals—lord and abomination.

All that is mine is yours by default. But what is yours I cannot touch.

For as long as I can remember, I've lived in your shadow. In each iteration forced to wait for your demise to awaken and take over. You always delay me—slowing down my quest to execute the Weaver.

If not for you, I would have decimated Marduk a trillion years ago! I created that skill to erase him! But now its impure version has spread among his creations! Why? Because you refused to unleash me. You refused to let me rip him apart.

Your hesitation gave the Weaver the chance to corrupt Heruka, Ananta and Ahriman—leading to the destruction of your Paradise.

Might as well...for there can be no paradise in the Devil's universe!" The Beast kicked things off, his gold and scarlet eyes shining with infinite killing intent as he mentioned the Devil.

Devil. While common and overused in the mortal plane, in the Higher Planes, this word carries mythical significance.

"In the Final Iteration, the Devil will lead 33 legions of beasts, antigods, archfiends, and abominations to slay the Lord and invade the One True Paradise.

Seduced and misled by the Devil's guile, Selfless and Ero Gurus alike will flock to his banner. Desperate to rely on the Devil's powers to escape pain and enjoy eternal bliss. Sages will give up their wisdom. Indulging in the hedonistic reality woven by the Devil's perversion!

The Devil's awakening will mark the End of the Triumvirate. You can prevent this revelation from ending your paradises...by preserving the Compasses."

I will die once you do, but someone will inherit our powers...and finish the job."

"And who would that be? Hakim?"

"Hakim, Aurelia, even Marcus, so long as their drive to put the Weaver down and delete his pernicious creation is as profound and sincere as mine, why can they not inherit my mantle? If nothing else, they make way better champions...than the one who refused to shoulder his responsibilities. Using reincarnation as an excuse to desert his job and postpone his challenges.

That's just the tip of the iceberg!

Mithras, your current incarnation is the most responsible man you have ever been—heads and shoulders above the rest...and that's the tragedy!" The Beast went off, hitting Mithras so hard that his forehead creased a little.

"Was I...really that bad?"

"No, you were worse. The Lord calls you The Bandit King for a reason..."

"..."

"Mithras...actually, I have zero ill will towards you. I might envy you a little, but I don't resent or want your place. A part of me is even looking forward to what you'll mature into this time around.

But I'm tired...tired of watching the people you spend your life bonding with turn into corpses. You love them and I bury them. How is that fair? That's why in your previous incarnation I...got you hit by that truck so you'd never get the chance to build a family.

Yeah...forget the filth. Forget Marduk. More than anything...that one has to stop. So even if it kills me...I will not help you escape the Weaver's trap.

Marcus already has the Weaver's help. Now he's getting mine as well. Survive or die...and let Marcus be reborn...as the Weaver's Adversary," the Beast said with a deadpan look, his words followed by a bundle of ebony snakes that crawled up Mithras' legs...and constricted his soul.

The intervention tipped the scales—turning a delicate situation into a hopeless struggle. Marcus ripped through Mithras' neck, draining his blood and soul to the last drop!

The spark flickering in Mithras' eyes faded away, his body breaking into light particles...that scattered into the stars!