Chapter 190: Festival of Chaos: Descent

"His name is Astaroth of Mythos, one of the Nine Princes of Hell." 

Altair wasn't in the least bit surprised. He only saw to confirm what he already knew. He laughed, turning towards the skies, and raised his middle finger. "Go fuck yourself!" He roared, empowering his voice not with Mana but with Vale Qi. he glared toward the heavens as though they were hells with vile distaste.

Through the vast expanse of the Nine Hells, his voice pierced like a knife, reaching the Prince of Hell upon his throne.

Astaroth's expression dropped, and in a single instance, he rose, his eyes flashing like two twin orbs of scarlet suns. The flames that govern the nine hells rose in temperature, twisting the wills of mortal souls until they burned, cracked, twisting into amalgamations of insanity. 

[Divine Sin, Daddy: NOW YOU ARE MY SON!!!!]