The Atlantean Compensator 69 Pilgrimage of Sorrow

Outside of the world we know and live in.

Another planet, whose sky is darker than black, the gloomiest atmospheres...

A planet which never will a human lay foot on, neither would he be allowed.

At the very center, existed a castle bigger than all of which humans have seen or built in their long life time.

Built with flesh and blood, and semented with tears with only two mighty hands.

The hands of Azazel...

Who now has already lost the privelage of carrying such name, and now is called,

Satan!!!

Sitting so lonely, yet so comfortably...

On his large throne, decorated with every majestic stone known and unknown to humankind.

Stones of which he had possessed at his days in the greatest of castles, during his stay at the lord's level...

The castle was immensely beautiful, in one of the harshest environments in existence.

It was maybe to make him not feel so exiled from where he used to live, still...

His beautiful face showered in sadness, lips that haven't spoken a word in ages, and a mind that is terribly exhausted of overthinking.

Satan's beauty has ofcourse regressed of what it used to be, not so much nonetheless.

He does care about that to say the least.

Directly from his throne, he watched over the earth from million kilometers away, unbothered by the incredible cool temperature of the planet.

A visitor is on his way to put an end to his semi-slumber.

Satan sensed it, and looked back to see a miraculeously large dragon coming from outter space down to him in an incredible speed.

Black and red were its colors, his teeth were larger than what his mouth could cover.

His eyes were lit in flames and his wings were big enough to cover a whole famous city!!!

Satan knew to whom this creature belonged, and then he lowered his head and smiled, a pretty geniuine smile!

He stood up from his throne, been a long time ever since, and spread his wings as large as he could.

His large feathery wings finally could breath, and showed the brightness they were hidding.

The dragon came close to the ground and stopped, then a mysterious creature jumped from on top of it!

He had no wings, but rather two loooong serpent-ish parts of both sides of his back, on each one existed a scary snake/crocodile head.

his right hand held a viper at the shape of a long spear.

His skin was dark blue, wearing an expensive looking black leather jacket coat, and a red belt on his waist to hold his black long trousers, made of crocodile skin!

It looked like an armor on him.

He jumped right in front of Satan!

Causing a ruckus and a little trembling on the planet.

Satan blew the smoke away with his wings, and said.

"...This quite hurted my ears, Astaroth!"

His name is Astaroth, the Great duke of hell!!!

He replied jokingly. "...You must have missed me then, look at you.

You look terrible brother!"

Satan. "...Still much better looking than you're snake looking self!"

Astaroth. "I blame God for that too."

Then both shook their hands with a bright smile on their face, a smile only Astaroth could bring to him.

Satan. "What brought you to me?"

Astaroth. "Beside checking on you, cause it has been more than a century since...

We have to talk about important matters."

Satan stays silent for a little.

"...I know he appeared, and pretty much everything about him."

Astaroth. "...They're not taking it as seriously as they should."

Satan grinned. "When did they ever took something so seriously!

But I trust Beelzebub's capacities, he lived and done enough to handle this for the time being."

Astaroth. "So you're still planning to reside here? Alone.

I hate to see you like this, Azazel."

Astaroth never stopped referring to him with that name, to him he will forever be an angel.

Satan. "I appreciate that my friend, but I think I still want to be here alone.

My presence there wouldn't serve much to begin with.

I am not who I once was, that is why Beelzebub has taken my place in there.

I've told you so the last time."

Astaroth says angrily. "BUT HE IS NOT YOU OR EVEN CLOSE.

I do not love the new generations, or the way they're running things lately..

Since we won the war they haven't done much to strengthen our defenses nor our powers."

Satan. "Hmmmm...So you're saying I have been a bad father."

Astaroth. "No no....Not that!"

Satan. "I get you, I do not have a doubt in my mind that what you're speaking is true."

*Satan summoned on his hand a black paper out of nowhere*

"Here, give this to Beelzebub directly.

Tell him I am coming soon, and things better be to my liking or else he knows what is going to happen."

Astaroth got happy. "Now that is Azazel who I know!

Your forehead still looks so bright and large. You haven't lost your intelligence thankfully!"

Satan laughed at hearing that.

"Yeah..Thank you for making me notice."

A short silence dominated the scene, as the two looked at each other.

Then Astaroth asked.

Don't you think about our conquers of the old times...."

Satan sat on his throne once again.

"Of course I do..."

They continued talking about the old times, which brought both sadness and happiness to their heart once again.

Simultaneously.

Alkeyder is still explaining the story of Nimrod...

Chapter end