Rise Online: Return of the Legendary Player
Chapter 754 The Devil Who Learned to Love

Chapter 754 The Devil Who Learned to Love

Og'tharoz's counterattack was so powerful that it engulfed much of the battlefield. The black flames expelled through a central point in his right hand gained a very large volume very quickly, engulfing Belial in an instant.

One interesting thing about the higher demons is that each of them is created to be special in some spectrum of unique demon abilities, as examples for the lesser demons to follow, and that's why they are all so powerful.

So Og'tharoz and Belial, as two superior demons but from different generations, were not at all normal, they were unique.

Belial, as was clear at all times, had the power to control the eternal flames, the black flames that never go out. Obviously, he had hundreds of other spells in his range of abilities, but none was as remarkable as the ability to manipulate the flames that only exist at the lowest point of Muspelheim, on the edge of the Abyss. Belial knew he was the only one because of this and so he never hesitated to show off.

However, Og'tharoz, being a superior demon of the first generation, also has special powers. In the past, even Azrakthar, at his peak, couldn't beat Og'tharoz.

For Surtr, Og'tharoz was like the perfect warrior, the strongest spear and the most powerful shield. There was no warrior or monster in hell who could beat him. And as protector of the first circle of hell at the time, he was also, shall we say, frightening. The cruelest criminals and warriors begged for mercy, for kindness, and yet Og'tharoz never stopped torturing them, and worse, he used their souls as his training dummies, cutting them up, beheading them and swallowing them thousands or millions of times each.

Everyone respected Og'tharoz, even Surtr was ready to have him as his right-hand man to fight at Ragnarok.

However, during a normal day like any other in Hell, with the flames raging to reach the most exotic human butts, Og'tharoz realized that the interdimensional passage leading humans to Hell was bigger and he had an idea.

Og'tharoz walked to the foot of Surtr's throne, knelt down and said:

"Father, I have a request to make of you."

Og'tharoz remained on his knees before Surtr's throne, the flames burning in his body pulsing at an almost imperceptible pace. His eyes, deep as dry wells, met those of Surtr, whose flaming gaze seemed to penetrate the soul of any being who dared cross his path.

"Why do you dare interrupt my sleep, Og'tharoz?" grunted Surtr, his voice resounding like furious thunder. "Speak, and may your words justify your insolence."

Og'tharoz stood firm, the posture of a warrior unbreakable. "Father, I know it may be sudden, but I ask permission to cross the portals and visit Midgard. I would like to witness with my own eyes what happens in the human realm. Besides, I believe it might be good to train my skills in a new setting."

Surtr raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Og'tharoz's boldness, but at the same time, a glint of interest sparkled in his eyes.

"Midgard, the realm of the weak and ephemeral. Why do you wish, Og'tharoz, to waste your time among those insignificant creatures?"

The superior demon stood up, his submissive posture now replaced by a resolute expression. "Father, I believe that by better understanding the enemy, I will be able to hone my skills. What's more, training in a different environment will bring a new level of challenge that will benefit our dominance over the kingdoms. They're at war, right? That's why the rift between our worlds is wider. Lesser demons often cross this rift to go to Midgard, they get stronger there, why wouldn't I get stronger there too?"

Surtr considered Og'tharoz's words for a moment. The fire in his eyes danced with reflections of deep thoughts. "You don't believe that your visit to Midgard will benefit Hell, only yourself. Your desire is selfish, but it's the first time I've seen you display such sentiment, and the audacity of your proposal intrigues me." He analyzed.

Og'tharoz remained silent, respecting Surtr's time to ponder his decision.

Finally, the lord of hell and Muspelheim rose majestically from his fiery throne. "Very well, Og'tharoz. I grant you permission to cross the portal and visit Midgard. However, know that your actions will be under my constant scrutiny. Any deviation from the established purpose will result in merciless punishment."

Og'tharoz bowed in thanks, a sinister flame shining in his eyes. "I thank you, father. I swear that I will return and that my actions will only strengthen your reign."

With permission granted, Og'tharoz packed a few things and headed for the interdimensional portals, whose slits opened like hungry mouths to swallow him. He took one last look at his home, smiled slightly and stepped through the portal.

When Og'tharoz emerged in Midgard, the clash of temperatures afflicted him. The coldest air in the human realm enveloped his flaming body, extinguishing the flames in his body immediately. However, the demon didn't mind, unlike humans and other mortal creatures, demons could withstand and adapt to any temperature and environment, which is why the circles of hell were very different from each other.

Looking around, Og'tharoz saw that he was in a region with a lot of snow everywhere, but what caught his attention most was the sky, which seemed to have no end. He watched the stars for a few minutes, and the trees danced in the night breeze.

At that moment, he thought:

"Midgard isn't as bad as they say..."

His journey took him to different places: from the remotest reaches and bustling cities to devastated battlefields.

Og'tharoz had always known that there were extremely powerful human warriors and although he believed he wouldn't lose to most of them, a large-scale battle would generate fear and humans have a bad habit of praying to their gods and if one of them knew about a superior demon walking among humans it could be very bad.

So, as a do-not-call policy, Og'tharoz never fought unless deeply necessary. Of course, that meant betraying the purpose he had promised Surtr, but he was sure he wouldn't get into trouble.

The truth was that Og'tharoz had always deeply hated humans. To him, they were disgusting, weak and perverse beings, there was no reason to want them alive, but at the same time as he hated them, in one part of his mind he wanted answers to this hatred, and a great doubt always bothered him.

"If hell exists to punish evil human souls, does that mean there are good humans?"

He never had the courage to ask his father this question directly, so he had to replace the answer himself.

So, living the life of practically a wanderer like any other human in Midgard, Og'tharoz slowly began to get the answer to his biggest question. He witnessed the ephemeral emotions of humans, the fragility of their lives, but was unable to understand them for a long time, well, at least until he met love and from that moment a key seemed to unlock something in his heart, and all the arrogance he had was quickly replaced by the euphoria of passion.

After meeting his great love, Og'tharoz decided that he would never return to Muspelheim or hell, it was not his place.