ARCHDEUS

BORN OF THE DARKNESS (1)

Sheol Ru-Arhamein Eruniroi, the only archdeus to rule the two realms of the Underworld and Empty. Known as the embodiment of death and destruction, the father of all sin and error but also known as the Owner of Knowledge and Curiosity.

He had long since closed his eyes. Rest after doing his job. The archdeus has a distinctive title, for example the archdeus who ruled Heaven, he is known as the God Emperor. Sheol has two titles, The God of Unlife and Dimensioner. Each title indicates their duty, God of Unlife refers to the archdeus of the Underworld owners who are tasked with destroying and annihilating. While Dimensioner, the owner of Empty is responsible for maintaining knowledge and controlling the boundary between nature or multiuniverse. So you could say the tasks overlap each other. But keep in line because sometimes that knowledge can bring disaster and disaster can be a lesson.

The darkness he had always felt slowly faded away and was replaced by a faint light. He began to open his eyes and the ceiling of his palace was the first object recorded in his eyes.

"My lord."

Sheol looked to the refined but polite voice it came from. Through the flames of darkness that lay on the throne of darkness that connected the realms of Hell and the realms of the Archdeus, he stared at the figure of a dark horned creature with a pair of black wings on its back. One extremely beautiful female demon bowed to him. The demon was at the very front of the other creatures.

"Nurus ...."

Ainuhrim, is a high-level demon god. He has a job as a Prime Czar.

The Underworld consists of seven levels. Each level is filled by at least one leader. The being that leads one level of hell is referred to as the Czar Realm. While Prime Czar was the leader of the czars as well as the one who led the highest level Underworld or Arda.

Each of the Underworld tiers had different names and characteristics. Starting from the lowest Void, Mylan, Irkalla, Niflheim, Helheim, Tartarus, and the highest is Arda.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Sheol asked Ainuhrim. Although Ainuhrim only saw the fire that seemed to speak to him but he could feel the gaze of his creator who had no emotion so as to make even the great Ainuhrim unable to look at him. He subdues his vision.

"Thousand years, my lord."

Sheol did not respond further. He then looked at the audience in the throne room. They all knelt down like that woman.

"How long have you been waiting for me?"

Ainuhrim answered:

"Two months, my lord."

Since some of the constellations showed signs that the Emperor of Death was about to awaken, his servants rushed towards Arda. Not all were able to get there, considering Arda was only for high-level immortals. So that middle or low-level immortals can only wait in the realm (h.e.l.l level) respectively.

Sheol knows, every time he wakes up. He would destroy at least one mortal world in the Univorsum. So he chose to wait. He sat quietly on his throne waiting for his 'client' to come.

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The County of Fertiphile, Artchania Kingdom.

In a mansion, two female ministries ran in panic. One ran while carrying a bucket filled with water and the other carried a neat pile of white towels. They continued to run along the passageway until the two stopped at the door. They do not pay attention to heavy breathing or fatigue that hit them due to running. Instead they put on a more urgent worried face.

One of them held the doorknob and pushed it.

Krika ...

Door opens slowly. In the room, an old woman dressed in a priest's shirt and accompanied by a younger servant. They look very busy.

In the bedroom lay a woman with blond hair, pale skin, and in a pregnant condition that is in the process of giving birth. The woman had beautiful long blonde hair. Her white skin and blushing lips really showed that she was an upper class woman.

"Aaaarrr!!"

The face of the pregnant woman was already very reddened due to several contractions and attempts.

The two women immediately joined the others, helping with the labor process.

Time keeps passing. The woman continued to groan in pain. Her body had been flooded with sweat, her eyes were covered in tears, and her suffocating breath showed her struggle to become a mother.

Time keeps passing. During that time, the cries of women gave birth and the cheers of the servants filled the room. In this room, they were in the war arena. Trying to save two precious lives. Then all of that broke out when a tiny cry sounded.

The old priestess immediately enveloped the baby that had been born. He hurried to report it to the woman who had become a mother.

"Mrs, madam, congratulations, baby boy!" his yell.

"Wahh Miss-I mean, ma'am, congratulations!"

The three servants also congratulated. With water running through their eyes.

"My baby? Please, I want to see my baby."

In a weak voice, the woman asked the old priest. The old priest then placed the cute baby next to the woman.

The woman saw the baby. The baby's skin is still red and some traces of blood are still visible. But he was happy. She has now become a mother.

"Harol."

"Sorry Madam?"

The old woman was confused by the name that suddenly emerged from the woman's mouth.

"Where's Harol?"

"Aah!"

Soon the old priest woke up. He hurried to turn his face towards the servants who were still standing with a sad sob on his face.

"Quick call Mr Count!"

"Good!"

With a hurry the youngest servant ran out of the room.

Shortly after the woman left, the door slammed and a man with a look that had messy hair and dark circles in his eyes appeared.

"Clar!"

That man was the landlord of this region. He was Count Harol Kazastian Fertiphile. His face looks full of excitement. Without caring about the others, he immediately headed for Clara.

"Darling, look, he looks just like you."

Clara put a tired smile on her face. Harol could not help but be moved by this sight. This was their first experience of being parents. Both Harol and Clara were nervous. Especially the delivery process at midnight. Harol who is going to be a father can't sleep. He kept waiting in his study. She could not accompany Clara because every time she saw Clara screaming in pain, she would cry out loud. That's what made the old priest 'kick him' out.

Now Harol is holding a baby who is sound asleep. The baby fell asleep after crying. His small hands and black hair like Harol make him look like a miniature of himself.

"Darling, let's name her" said Clara.

Harol had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He has made dozens of name records in his office. If the whole paper whose name was combined, it might be almost the thickness of the thesis.

Harol took a breath. He turned his brain to pick the best name.

"Alex ... His name is Alexander Ivanov Fertiphile."