Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 205: The Primus Of Death
Chapter 205: The Primus Of Death
The portal spat Adonis Kingsbane out not onto a battlefield of rotting bones, but onto a perfectly manicured lawn of silver grass. The screaming of the billion lost souls abruptly ceased the moment the portal snapped shut behind him.
He stood in the center of a sprawling, magnificent courtyard that looked like it belonged to a celestial palace rather than the underworld. The sky above was not a ceiling of rock, but an endless, swirling ocean of glowing white streams. Those streams were the raw, unfiltered rivers of human souls waiting for their next cycle.
"Right this way, Emperor," the Supreme Reaper stated. The giant skeletal entity seemed to shrink slightly in this realm, adopting a posture of extreme subservience.
Adonis kept his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his great sword. "This is not the wasteland of suffering I was expecting to see."
The Reaper did not reply. It simply gestured with its massive scythe toward a white gazebo perched at the edge of a crystalline lake. Inside the gazebo sat a figure pouring a cup of steaming, neon-blue tea.
As Adonis approached, his internal interface flared to life.
[Location Discovered: Zenith of the Underworld]
[Warning: Absolute Primordial Entity Detected]
[Entity: Primus of Death]
Adonis stepped into the gazebo. He expected a monstrous god of decay and plague. Instead, he found a young man with flawless, pale skin and striking silver hair tied in a loose ponytail. The Primus of Death wore a perfectly tailored white suit that looked shockingly modern, complete with a silver pocket watch and a casually unbuttoned collar. His eyes were pools of liquid mercury, swirling with ancient amusement.
"Ah, Adonis Kingsbane! Please, have a seat," the Primus said warmly, gesturing to the plush velvet chair across from him. "I just brewed a fresh pot of Soul-Lotus tea. It is exceptionally good for easing the transition between dimensions."
Adonis did not sit. He stared at the friendly young man, his violet eyes narrowing with deep suspicion.
"You are the Primus of Death," Adonis stated plainly.
"I am indeed," the Primus smiled, taking a delicate sip from his porcelain cup. "Though I know I do not look the part. People always expect the heavy robes and the skulls. I leave that theatrical nonsense to my Reapers. You have already met my First Shadow. He can be terribly dramatic."
"He threatened to harvest my planet," Adonis replied coldly.
"A necessary script, I assure you," the Primus laughed cheerfully. "If he had asked politely, you would have ignored him. You are the Architect of the Chaos Order. You do not respond well to polite invitations. Now, please sit. We have a great deal of business to discuss, and fighting me will achieve absolutely nothing."
Adonis analyzed the man’s aura. It was terrifyingly calm. It was not a blazing inferno of power like the false Archons, but a bottomless, infinite ocean. Adonis pulled out the velvet chair and sat down, his posture rigid and commanding.
"Speak," Adonis ordered. "You dragged me away from my newborn daughter. This had better be important."
"Congratulations on Princess Aurelia, by the way. A flying baby is quite the milestone," the Primus chuckled, pouring a cup of the glowing blue tea and sliding it across the table. "I will get straight to the point, Adonis. You have kicked the proverbial hornet’s nest in the upper realms."
Adonis scoffed. "The Realm of Gods. I figured they would be watching. Let them come."
"Oh, they want to," the Primus said, his smile fading into a look of genuine warning. "The gods are absolutely furious with you. Ascalon, the Sword God, is currently throwing a temper tantrum that is shaking the pillars of heaven. You wiped out his High Cathedral. You deleted his Cardinal Malachai. You took his entire monopoly on divine grace and replaced it with your own system."
"Ascalon was a parasite feeding on the faith of the weak," Adonis countered. "I merely corrected an error in the world’s code."
"Perhaps you did. But the gods do not see it that way," the Primus explained, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. "Right now, the mortal realm is sealed beneath your violet ether-shield. Ascalon cannot simply march an army of angels down to the Central Imperial City. But gods are petty, Adonis. They are patient. They will look for cracks in your shield. They will aim their divine retribution not at you, but at the things you cherish."
Adonis felt a cold spike of fury pierce his chest. The image of Mariana holding Aurelia, of Isabella heavily pregnant, of Sapphira, Claudia, and Millia standing guard in the courtyard, flashed brightly in his mind.
"If Ascalon touches my family, I will butcher him," Adonis growled, his voice dropping to a terrifying, echoing register.
"I know you would," the Primus agreed softly. "But vengeance does not bring back the dead. Even I have rules about resurrecting souls destroyed by divine fire. Which brings me to the reason you are here today. I have a proposition for you. A mutually beneficial arrangement."
[System Notification: The Primus of Death wishes to negotiate a Pact.]
Adonis crossed his arms. "I am listening."
"The Seven Firmaments of Death operate as a massive filtering system," the Primus began, waving his hand to conjure a holographic projection of seven stacked, glowing rings. "When mortals die, their souls travel down through these layers, shedding their memories and sins until they reach the bottom. Once purified, they are sent back up into the universe to be reborn. It is the Cycle of Life and Death. It is the only thing keeping reality from completely collapsing."
"Get to the problem," Adonis demanded impatiently.
"The problem is the 7th Firmament," the Primus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The holographic projection zoomed in on the lowest, darkest ring. The ring was pulsing with an angry, jagged red light. "The souls down there have gone completely rogue."
Adonis raised an eyebrow. "Rogue? They are dead. How do dead souls go rogue?"
"That is the grand mystery," the Primus said, his silver eyes flashing with annoyance. "Some unknown anomaly has corrupted the lowest level. The souls are refusing to enter the reincarnation forge. Worse, they are organizing. They are retaining their past memories, consuming one another, and building their own twisted, chaotic empire in my basement. The Cycle of Life and Death has halted."
"Why do you not simply wipe them out?" Adonis asked. "You are the absolute ruler of this domain. Just format the directory."
"Because my power is absolute order," the Primus explained smoothly. "I am bound by the primordial laws of death. I cannot strike down a soul that has not been properly judged by the final scales. I am essentially locked out of my own administrative system by a localized glitch. But you, Adonis Kingsbane, you are a walking glitch."
"You want me to act as your exterminator," Adonis summarized, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
"I want you to be the Chaos Order," the Primus corrected him, pointing a finger directly at Adonis. "You break rules. You overwrite systems. You conquer. I need you to descend into the 7th Firmament, find out what is causing this rebellion, and completely subjugate the rogue souls. Break their twisted empire. Force them back into the reincarnation forge so the cycle can continue."
Adonis leaned back in his chair. He looked at the glowing red projection of the 7th Firmament. It sounded like a massive, chaotic war zone. It sounded exactly like the kind of challenge his great sword was humming for.
"And what is my compensation for doing the dirty work of a primordial entity?" Adonis asked, his violet eyes locking onto the Primus. "I do not fight for free. You said the gods were plotting against my family."
"Indeed," the Primus smiled, clearly pleased that Adonis was a practical negotiator. "If you stabilize the 7th Firmament, I will grant you a favor that no other being in the cosmos can offer. I will cast the Veil of the Abyss over the Dragon Empire."
"Explain," Adonis ordered.
"The Veil of the Abyss is a primordial shroud," the Primus detailed, his voice carrying the weight of absolute truth. "It is the shadow of true death. If I wrap your world in it, it will render your wives, your children, and your entire empire completely invisible to the Realm of Gods. Ascalon will not be able to see them. He will not be able to target them with divine strikes or curses. They will be perfectly, flawlessly protected from the heavens until you decide you are ready to wage war on the gods yourself."
Adonis paused. He weighed the options. He had absolute confidence in his own overwhelming strength, but the safety of Mariana, Aurelia, Isabella, Millia, Claudia, and Sapphira was his only true vulnerability. A guarantee of their safety from divine interference was priceless.
[Quest Initiated: The 7th Firmament Rebellion]
[Objective: Descend into the lowest level of the Underworld. Locate the source of the anomaly. Subjugate the rogue souls and restart the Reincarnation Forge.]
[Reward: The Veil of the Abyss (Absolute Divine Aegis for the Dragon Empire)]
[Penalty for Failure: Erasure of the Mortal Realm due to Cosmic Cycle Collapse.]
"You have a deal, Primus," Adonis stated, standing up from the velvet chair. "I will crush this rebellion in your basement. I will fix your broken cycle. But if you fail to uphold your end of the bargain, I will return to this gazebo and mount your head on my throne."
The Primus of Death did not look offended. Instead, he laughed cheerfully, clapping his hands together.
"Excellent! I knew we would get along wonderfully, Adonis. You are remarkably straightforward," the Primus said, standing up and smoothing his white suit. "The portal to the 7th Firmament is just beyond the lake. I must warn you, the environment down there is incredibly hostile. The rogue souls have manifested physical forms based on their deepest sins."
"Good," Adonis smiled coldly, reaching over his shoulder to draw his great sword. The massive blade hummed with violent violet energy, eager to taste the essence of the underworld. "I was beginning to worry I would not get a proper workout."
"I will be watching your progress through the viewing pools," the Primus noted, waving his hand toward the lake. "Good luck, Emperor. Give those rogue souls a taste of your Chaos."
Adonis turned his back on the Primus of Death. He walked confidently toward the edge of the crystalline lake, where a jagged, violently swirling red rift tore through the fabric of the manicured garden.
He thought of his wives waiting for him in the warm, sunlit courtyards of the mortal realm. He thought of Princess Aurelia floating through the air, her pink hair glowing with innocent magic. He thought of Ignis and Maya, the unborn children Isabella and Millia carried within them.
"Ascalon wants to threaten my family," Adonis whispered to himself, his violet eyes glowing with predatory malice. "Let him watch what I do to this firmament. It will give him a preview of what I will do to his heaven."
Without another word, the Dragon Emperor stepped into the red rift, plunging himself into the deepest, darkest abyss of the underworld. The hunt had officially begun.