Gods' Impact Online

A few minutes ago.

As the Hell's spirit witnessed the catastrophic destruction spreading throughout the throne room and then to the entire castle, it knew that it had to act quickly to save the innocent demon slaves trapped within its walls. With a heavy heart, it made a swift decision and enveloped the lower and mid-rank demon slaves in its shadow, teleporting them out of the castle and into the safety of the city.

The teleportation process took several rounds, as there were hundreds of thousands of demon slaves to rescue. Hell's spirit worked tirelessly, knowing that every second counted in the face of such overwhelming destruction. With each teleportation, it felt a mixture of relief and determination, knowing that it was doing its best to save as many lives as possible.

As it completed the final round, Hell's spirit sighed in relief, believing that it had successfully saved all the innocent demon slaves in the castle. However, its attention was soon drawn to an imp perched on an undamaged tower, overlooking the fierce battle between Zach and Nirn.

The Hell's spirit felt a sense of urgency and concern for Zach's safety. It knew that the imp was no ordinary onlooker and might be planning to intervene in the fight. Without hesitation, the Hell's spirit quickly teleported itself to the tower, appearing before the imp with an imposing presence.

"Do not interfere in this battle," the Hell's spirit warned the imp in a stern tone. "Your presence here is not welcome, and I will not hesitate to deal with any threat to Zach's safety."

The imp seemed taken aback by the sudden appearance of Hell's spirit and hesitated for a moment. However, it soon regained its composure and sneered, "You think you can stop me?"

"I am not here to fight you," the Hell's spirit said calmly, "But I will not allow you to harm Zach or interfere in his battle. Leave now, or face the consequences."

Hell's Spirit materialized before the imp, it immediately sensed that something was amiss. The imp's aura was different—tinged with a malevolent energy that exceeded the usual capabilities of a mere imp. It was as if a higher power had taken possession of the imp's form, using it as a vessel to observe the battle.

The Hell's Spirit's normally stern expression turned into a cautious one as it regarded the possessed imp. It understood that dealing with a being possessed by a higher power would require a different approach. The air around them crackled with an ominous tension as the spirit and the possessed imp faced each other.

"Who are you?" the Hell's Spirit demanded, its voice carrying an edge of authority and suspicion. It was well aware that a higher power taking an interest in Zach's battle could have dire consequences for the realm.

The possessed imp's lips twisted into a sinister grin as it spoke, its voice resonating with an unnatural echo, "I am but a messenger, a vessel for a force greater than you can comprehend. Our interest lies in the outcome of this battle, and we will not allow any interference."

The Hell's Spirit's ethereal form remained vigilant as it assessed the situation. It had encountered powerful entities before, but this situation was different. The possession of the imp hinted at a scheme or plan beyond its immediate understanding.

"I will not permit any manipulation or disruption of this battle," The Hell's Spirit declared with unwavering resolve. "Zach's fate and the fate of this realm rest upon his actions. Your interference will not be tolerated."

The possessed imp's laughter filled the air, chilling and malevolent. "Zach's actions are but a piece of the grand design, a dance orchestrated by forces far beyond your comprehension. We will watch and ensure that events unfold as they must."

The Hell's Spirit's ethereal form tensed, its instinct sharpening as it regarded the imp more closely. It had encountered a variety of entities throughout its existence, and it was attuned to the subtleties of their energies. This imp was not just a mere observer—it was acting as a vessel for something much greater.

A voice, laden with an ancient and formidable energy, emanated from the imp, confirming the Hell's Spirit's suspicions. "You recognize me, spirit of hell. It has been ages since our paths crossed."

The Hell's Spirit's stance remained vigilant, its ethereal form radiating its own power in response to the higher presence before it. "Lord of the Seven Hells," it acknowledged, its words weighted with both acknowledgment and caution.

The imp's possessed form smirked, the expression an unsettling contrast to the imp's usual demeanor. "Correct, spirit. I am here to witness this pivotal moment—a clash between my own bloodline and the forces that seek to shape the future."

The revelation sent ripples of realization through Hell's Spirit. This was not a mere observer; it was the Lord of the Seven Hells himself, Zach's own grandfather, who had taken possession of the imp's form.

"You seek to influence the outcome," the Hell's Spirit stated, its voice a mixture of assertion and curiosity.

The possessed imp's gaze bore into the Hell's Spirit, its eyes reflecting the deep currents of power that flowed within. "I am intrigued by this descendant of mine, the one who holds both demons and human within him. This battle is but one thread in the intricate tapestry of fate."

"On top of all, he possesses my power…" the imp added.

The Hell's Spirit knew that the Lord's intentions were complex and shrouded in layers of purpose. It remained steadfast, its resolve unwavering in the face of such a formidable presence.

"Do not mistake my presence for interference, spirit," the possessed imp continued, its voice carrying a resonance that echoed through the space. "I am here as an observer, to see whether the threads of destiny align or diverge."

The imp's demeanor seemed to shift, a mix of curiosity and calculation in its expression. It wasn't merely observing the battle; it was analyzing the ebb and flow of energy; the strategies employed by both sides, and the underlying currents of power that defined the confrontation.

The moment they watched Nirn going into the berserk mode, the imp shook his head and released a heavy sigh.

"That… is concerning…" it muttered.