Romantic Fantasy
Sheet 11: False Behemoth

“You think because you are Azazel's descendant then I will fear you? You're just an Eight-Tiered Hell Devil, Valak's equivalent isn't. With pride you even invite me to fight? Really silly,” Behemoth said. “Your strength alone is not a quarter of the power possessed by the number one Devil in Ninth Level Hell, on what basis are you challenging me?”

Zinn clasped Frost's hand. “If the two of us were already equal to a quarter of His Majesty Azazel's strength, right?” Zinn looked extremely confident when he said so, there was no doubt at all.

The behemoth laughed loudly. “Interesting once! Now the granddaughter of the number two Devils in the Ninth Level of Hell is helping. It's great! But, it won't be enough to fight me!” The Behemoth stomped its feet on the ground, the ground swaying as if an earthquake was brewing.

“Can you send other children besides the Tribal Chief's son to other places?” Zinn whispered asking, hoping that the Behemoth would not hear him.

Frost shook the swords, where they turned into a vast, uninhabited field southwest of Castleton. Zinn knew the place well, Frost often invited him to practice sword and magic there. Now only Behemoth, Fiery, is affected by Aka Manah, Frost and Zinn.

“It's true that I don't have half of Grandpa Buyut's strength, but, I can step on you if I want.” Frost sounded very arrogant, even his arrogance exceeded Lucifer Morningstar if it were to be acknowledged.

The Behemoth glanced towards the sword that was grasped by Frost and alternately stared at Zinn. The White Rose Crystal Sword, made from a heart that had pure love towards someone. For the past hundreds of thousands of years, no one has been able to make that sword. A sword given to a loved one would add the equivalent power of Heaven and Earth. Great granddaughter of your great-granddaughter, Mr. Morningstar, Behemoth thought.

“This sword was not made by me, but by my Father in life now. Father has deep and pure feelings for Mother. When sharpening and making swords, the White Rose Crystal Sword was created. Although as a human being can make weapons equivalent to the weapons of the Angels, Devils, and Gods.” Zinn recounted the origin of the White Rose Crystal Sword he had given to Frost, as if knowing that the Behemoth was praising the White Rose Crystal Sword that was successfully created.

“Of course humans also have their own greatness. Unfortunately, their lives are so short, problems also often come and go in the human world. Better to be born a Devil, Angel, or God,” scorn Behemoth.

“What's so good about being a creature that has a long life? Very tedious. Every day can only sit at the highest position and see the subordinates working. Really not fun.” Frost sneered back.

The Behemoth had already reached the limit of his patience. If he was nudged just a little bit, he would be like a bomb that would explode. “No matter who you are, I will definitely bring your head and show it off to Azazel. Devil number one, but has useless offspring, as useless as your Grandmother who is that human.”

Frost did not remember who his Grandmother was, but there was a feeling of anger that slipped into his heart as Behemoth was vilifying his Grandmother.

Frost brandished the sword and created a magic power that managed to hit the Behemoth back several steps. It did not cause any damage, but Behemoth could feel the effects a few minutes ahead.

“You think you've touched me? Lu-“ Behemoth suddenly stopped his words. His hands suddenly felt cramped, then pulsed for no reason. “Hah! A little trick that Azazel often used against people. Fruits that fall are never far from the tree.”

The Behemoth looked unperturbed with an uncomfortable feeling in his hands. “If it was just a little trick like this, it would naturally not last long against the Devils. Your magic seems to be even inferior to this little girl.” The Behemoth pointed towards Zinn who was sitting on the rock, watching their fight.

Fiery himself was still under the influence of Aka Manah, doing nothing. It seemed like Aka Manah was also enjoying the fight between Frost and Behemoth.

Zinn continued to pay attention to the Behemoth's fighting style and made sure that the Behemoth they were facing was not the original Behemoth at all. Although just a second-guessing, but Zinn can be sure that the one being fought by the owner of the golden eye bead is not the original Behemoth.

“Then, can I stop holding back?” ask Frost. He had been very restrained since then. Frost most disliked the figure that was too impudent towards him.

"Your Highness, can't you feel that this demonic-power is decreasing and he's talking too much? General Behemoth when fighting won't talk much. A General has great authority and is respected by Devils."

Zinn rested his chin on his hand. His pink eye beads glowed. Zinn was in serious mode.

Frost grinned coldly. Only a small Devil would dare to transform himself into a Nine-Tiered Hell Demon, his inner being.

Frost had not first seen such a serious Zinn, only that he knew that the young lady's magic power was extremely dangerous. Frost alone did not dare to face Zinn who was serious—maybe also for fear of offending Zinn.

Zinn raised the sword and took off the sword in midair. The sword floated up and quickly pierced through the heart of the fake Behemoth. Instantly the Devil disguised as Behemoth showed his true figure and died on the spot.

“You must learn Sword Magic, Your Majesty. Although you are very talented in using swords for close combat, you can also master long-range combat. Besides archery, Magic Sword is the best,” said Zinn, jumping down from the top of a boulder and walking gracefully towards Fiery. “Your Highness, do you know how to break away from the influence of Aka Manah?”

Frost was approaching Zinn and Fiery. He intended to touch the girl's forehead, but her arm was held back by Zinn.

“What do you want to do?” zinn asked as he stared intently at Frost.

“You asked me if I had any way to escape the influence of Aka Manah, I certainly have. I am the great-grandson of Azazel. I learned some cheap tricks from him—although only from the ancient scrolls,” Frost replied lightly.

“Do you know that His Majesty Azazel's cheap tricks actually came from his legitimate wife?”

Frost raised next to his eyebrows. The legal wife is Grandma Buyut, right? thought.

"His rightful wife Azazel is a human being."