1 Life Once More.

In the deep of the Abyss where not a spec of light lived, where the lack of heat was so chilling that souls would freeze. Where a scream would be nothing more than a gentle breeze two colliding beings fought. One was the Ruler of this Abyss who for the first time met a foe who could push it back.

The Ruler of this dark Abyss was a beast that would rend the minds of any mortal who laid eyes on it. Shapes that mortal minds were not meant to gaze upon, mouths where eyes should be. Barbed tentacles surged like a sea, incomprehensible words that would drive any man into the depths of madness.

Mouths screamed, screeched, cursed, and writhed as the beast fought against the one being who had obstructed its invasion. The Abyss had arrived on this world 1000 years ago to feed on all the minds of those who lived on this world. The Abyss had done this exact thing for ages and in that time devoured champions considered unbeatable.

Sages with magics so powerful they were more like miracles were drowned in the sea of the Abyss. Gods whose divinity made them believe that they were immune to the Abyss had their divine sparks eaten. Demon Kings who felt they were evil enough to rule the Abyss had been enslaved

However, in this world lives one man who not only fought back against the Abyss he even pushed it back. The beings who came from the Abyss could have their forms destroyed, but never truly killed so they never feared death. However, this one man not only could destroy their forms but actually kill them.

This had never happened before so the Abyss felt for the first time an emotion that it was not supposed to have. Fear. Its legions of Abyss-born monstrosities descended on the world and yet this champion always rose to the occasion and always destroyed its legions.

His magic was a magic that the Abyss had never encountered before. Desolation Magic, a magic that was above even Destruction Magic could destroy even souls. This magic destroyed all it touched even the Abyss was not spared this. And this champion used it to great effect against the Abyss.

His title of Knight of Desolation came because of his magic. During this long war against the Abyss, his world suffered greatly. All the races of the world had joined as one and crafted two pieces of gear just for their champion. His Magic destroyed all it touched even his own armor and weapon.

As such, they pooled their magics, techniques, and materials and forged a set of armor and a giant two-handed sword which amplified the effects of his magic. This very armor and sword were the only things that the ruler of the Abyss feared.

Each swing of this sword cleaved through its tentacles and kept it from healing. The armor destroyed its attacks and the Abyss which was inhospitable could not even touch Draven. He had been fighting this thing for the past year and now was the time to end this.

Draven had reached his limit as his armor was not in pristine condition. It was riddled with holes that pierced through his organs and his body. Draven was the Champion of the World, each of the races had blessed him to save them. The Queen of the Gods, the goddess of light, and life had blessed him with the highest form of regeneration.

The Dragon God of War had given him his Blood Essence which gave Draven the frightening strength of the dragons. The Dwarven God had blessed his armor and sword and had personally participated to forge it. The Strongest Spirit King had personally taught Draven to better understand his magic.

The Elven God King had allowed Draven to bathe in the essence of the World Tree making his mana regeneration near instant. The Beast God had taught Draven the secret art of the Beastkin to release their innate fighting intent.

The Demon God of Murder had blessed Draven making him stronger as long as he murdered. As a human, Draven represented them with his adaptability to anything, but even with all of those blessings, the Abyss ruler was a being that would not go down easy.

For the past year, they had ripped into each other countless times and were reaching their end. Draven roared and charged through the sea of tentacles and slashed, cleaved, and stabbed through. Each time he swung a formless energy would follow and seemingly destroy the tentacles.

Desolation Magic was near formless, but even then it was very real. A slight graze would destroy a being in its entirety never to be resurrected. Through this Draven had whittled down the Abyss King to just this weak being, but the Abyss King had done the same.

This was the end of the bout and it seemed that neither one would survive this. They both understood that and they sought to make sure the other would follow them. Draven raised his massive two-handed sword and channeled his Destruction magic and his very own life force to the blade that had been forged by the united effort of the Dwarves, Beast Men, Elves, Demons, Gods, Spirits, Humans, and Dragons.

The most powerful weapon created in the history of this world. The only time that the races had worked together on anything. And the Abyss King drew in the otherworldly powers of it's home in the Abyss.

Its tentacles seemed to fuse together to create an impossibly black blade. Draven and the Abyss King unleashed their killer attacks which would have razed worlds. The Abyss Sword cut through Draven's armor like it did not exist and cleaved from shoulder to waist.

Draven's Desolation Blade tore through the body of the Abyss King erasing a large part of its body. This last exchange was horrific and no matter how much power the two godly beings had they were dying. The Abyss King had lived and conquered worlds for millions of years and now it was at death's door.

How could it fall here? Death for a being that should not know death was horrifying. It writhed and tried to fix its broken body, but there was no coming back from this. The Abyss King was unwilling and screeched at the Abyss to heal it, but nothing.

As for Draven, he had been cut in half, but even then he was still alive. His powerful vitality was just prolonging his suffering as he looked up at the Abyss. He had been alive for 2,300 years and in that entire time, he had fought and killed plenty.

He had never had a friend, any family, any pets, no lover, no children no warmth. Since he could remember all there was, was war. Since his earlier days, he had been fighting and now he was dying fighting? No one to mourn him, no one to miss him.

He thought he was fine with that, after all, that had been his life. But when death came to claim them both he just did not want to die yet before he had truly lived. He could not speak anymore as his lungs were out of his body at the moment.

He glanced at the last intact eye on the Abyss King who was just as unwilling to die as he was. When their gazes met they had an understanding. Death was scary. Alone they were destined to die, but maybe together they could live.

Draven extended a sliver of mana toward the Abyss King which it also extended. When their mana touched they signed a soul contract. One making them equals as they had earned the respect of the other through combat. Once this contract was signed the remains of their bodies began to glow and drift to each other.

The remains of Draven which had been blessed by a world and the Abyss King who had ruled the alien Abyss for millions of years began to fuse. Though this was but a temporary thing once their crumbling bodies fused they gathered their power and cast one spell in Draven's mind.

The reincarnation spell, they fueled it with their very bodies which crumbled to dust. Their souls floated together and drew in this dust along with Draven's armor and sword. The essence of the Abyss was dragged in by the spell as they were in the Abyss.

Once this was done the spell came to life opening a single small portal. The Spirit King had warned Draven that this spell was taboo and was only to be used for pure reasons. Of course, both the Abyss King and Draven had no such intentions. Death was scary, breaking a taboo be damned.

Both their souls fused together temporarily as the portal was opened up and dragged both powerful souls in. Instantly Draven and the Abyss King used their soul magic to guard themselves and each other as they were currently floated in the river of souls.

The souls of the dead all were washed in this river, and the Spell was created to be able to guard one's soul against this fate. Of course, the spell was not supposed to be used by two souls so the spell lost some power.

Only through the gathered might of both mighty beings did they preserve their memories and talent, but not their strength. At the very least the Abyss King had saved its power to use the Abyss while Draven had saved his blessings. Most of them anyway.

Thier souls drifted for a day before a portal of rebirth opened up and dragged both souls in. The Abyss King's alien soul could not be placed into a human or animal so it stayed as a soul around Draven while Draven's soul was directly reborn into a baby about to be born.

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(Underworld)

In the Underworld, a white-haired woman was currently in the process of childbirth. Her face was strangely calm as she merely focused on the delivery. Pain like this was honestly barely a bother as she had felt worse in the Devil Civil War.

She merely needed a few breaths to calm her mind as she focused on giving birth to her first child. For Devils, child birth was incredibly hard so each one was a treasure. Especially when the child in question came from the Strongest Queen and The Devil King.

"Keep calm Lady Grayfia, I can see the head."

The midwife stood between the legs of the woman as she waited for the birth. Grayfia focused as she pushed.

"I am calm."

Sirzechs who stood at the side held his wife's hand as his daughter was about to be born.

"It's fine. She probibly can't even feel it."

Grafia felt angry at that as while this was not the worst pain she had ever felt it was not pleasant.

"Shut up."

"Sorry."

Her husband did not dare to speak anymore as the midwife who caught the baby. She cleaned the newly born baby with a small spell and removed all the blood in one go. She even removed the umbilical cord just as easily.

"My lady, my Lord, it's a baby girl."

She handed the newly born Draven in his new form as a girl to her breast. Her husband by her side smiled as he looked at his daughter before they were both surprised. They expected the baby's hair to be white or red so why in the world did this baby have mostly pitch-black hair?

Sure, it had a few strands of both colors, but why was the main color so black it almost looked like an Abyss? They looked at each other with confusion.

"Grayfia, did your ancestors have black hair?"

He did not once question his wife's loyalty as she would never do that. She shook her head.

"No, I was going to ask you?"

Sirzechs thought about it.

"Well, my father's great, great, great, grandfather came from the Sitri clan, but can this many generations really produce this black hair? The Crimson hair of the Gremory is dominant so what happened?"

Suddenly the baby opened her eyes which shook her parents. The right eye was totally black, with not a single spec of white or a pupil. Within was a writhing Abyss that made both parents stare at it and feel apprehension.

The right eye was a burning red and looked draconic as a result of the blessings that Draven once had. However, before they got a good look the baby blinked and the eyes now looked a deep silver like her mother's.

Sirzechs cleared his voice as he looked at Grayfia.

"Hey, did you eat something weird while pregnant?"

She shook her head.

"No."

Sirzechs picked up his daughter and looked at her eyes which now looked like Grayfias. As two smart beings, Draven and the Abyss King cleared their minds of any thoughts as Sirzechs placed his finger on the forehead of the baby.

He just wanted to search her soul to check if it was fine, but it would also let him read the baby's mind. He did not think for a second that his baby was actually a World Champion that carried long the soul of a World Destroying Abyssal.

When he checked the soul he was shocked to discover how powerful it was. A normal baby soul even a devil was like a small spark. This looked like a rolling inferno which shocked him. As for the Abyss KIng's soul, it hid in the depths of Draven's to hide.

"Grayfia, either we are both very powerful, or we just gave birth to a fourth Super Devil."

Hearing that made Grayfia's thoughts change. She expected their child to be strong, but this strong was still shocking. However, her face got worried.

"We will need to be very careful. If our enemies find out-."

Sirzechs raised his hand.

"I will not let that happen. Now, have you thought of a name?"

Grayfia took her daughter in her arms and nodded.

"Amara Lucifuge Gremory. What do you think?"

Sirzechs smiled.

"If you like it, how could I not?"

Draven's eyes looked at both of them with not even care. Honestly, the spell went better than he thought. Being a girl was a slight number, but he was alive, right? He could give a rat's ass about any physical changes as he was prepared to be a rat.

As for the Abyss King, that thing was thinking of a way to get its own body. This one belonged to Draven so it roared and communicated with him that they had a deal. It could not speak or articulate words, but meanings were fine.

'Yes, I will give you a body. Our souls are linked, so we cannot harm each other. Now we just need to survive past childhood.'

It grunted which Draven agreed with.

'Yes, we are now weak. Luckily we protected our talent for the most part. With that, we will once again rise to out peak. I even managed to bring my sword and armor.'

The Abyss King had brought along some Abyss Essence which would help it, later on, to form a body as long as Draven helped it. Which he would as they were partners now. They just had to survive.