Infinity: Rising of the Soul Weavers

Abbadon who could suddenly sense Raven\'s presence felt his sadistic smile widen. "Oh, it appears that My Lady is here to witness your end, let\'s not make her wait for long, ok?" 

Crushing the severed masked head in his hand, blood splattered all around him while not even a single drop touched him because of the thin mana barrier around him. 

This little show of dominance, accompanied by his aura and the fact that he\'s just killed one of them in a blink of an eye, was enough to make Silver and his three subordinates shiver in fear.

The daemons and their subordinates couldn\'t help but gulp loudly and thank their mistress for somehow taming Abbadon, otherwise, the whole Demon Plane would have been done for.

Noticing that his mistress hadn\'t ordered him to stop, Abbadon assumed that he could go on, and so he did.

Snapping his fingers while muttering a few words, Abbadon activated his Ultra Skill: Domain of the Sinners.

While it didn\'t seem to change anything to the onlookers, the three clowns and their master felt completely and instantly drained from mana. They were locked in an anti magic area.

"B*stard, isn\'t magic your strongest weapon as well?" One of the clowns muttered. He was the one who had bloody scratches along his mask, covering it from top to bottom. "Why did you cast the anti-magic area? 

"Don\'t tell me that you think you\'re strong enough to take the three of us, together with our master, in melee combat alone? Because that would be a mere illusion and I\'d be happy to prove you wrong!"

"Tch," Abbadon clicked his tongue. "Somehow, your low level of intelligence doesn\'t surprise me." 

Hearing that, the clown who just spoke felt his blood boil from anger.

"First of all, yes, I can kill all of you without using my magic," Abbadon continued while observing his gloves in boredom. "Second of all, trapping you in an anti magic area doesn\'t mean that I\'m restricting my own magic use," as if to demonstrate, he snapped his fingers.

Surprisingly enough, no other sound was heard but the sound of Abbadon\'s fingers. However, the moment the clowns looked at each other, they realised that someone was now missing; there were only two of them with their master.

"No, way…" the other clown muttered while dropping to his knees. He had a mask that resembled a smiling skull. "Master, help us!" He yelled in the midst of his panic attack.

The one with the bloody scratches was in no better position and simply looked at Silver as his body shook in defeat and despair.

"Last of all, and this one\'s for you Silver," Abbadon muttered while focusing his deadly gaze on the clowned figure that was hiding behind his two subordinates. "My mistress has some questions for you so you better keep your sanity, am I making myself clear?"

Seeing that he didn\'t respond, Abbadon flickered next to him and held onto his shoulder. "I said, am I making myself clear?"

Suddenly, as if realising something for the first time, Abbadon\'s grit his teeth while grabbing Silvers head and then instantly smashing him against the ground. 

Surprisingly enough, the ground was only destroyed in one enclosed spot, as if a barrier blocked the shockwave from travelling further. 

Abbadon purposefully did that to prevent killing the other two clowns instantly. After all, he needed someone to answer his questions.

\'You must be joking…\' the masked clown with the bloody scratches muttered as he fell onto the ground. \'He wasn\'t joking when he said that he could kill us all with his bare hands…\'

"Master!" The masked clown with the smiling skull was crying inside his mask. "How did you kill our master!??" 

Flaring his aura, he knew he was already dead, but he wanted to at least detonate his body and cause some damage to this fiend in front of him. \'I can not let a monster like you live after killing my dear master and friends! Please, run Laplace!\' he thought while looking at the other masked clown.

Just as he was about to explode himself, he felt a tap on his shoulder… and that was the end of him. 

No explosion, no body, no blood, heck, not even a single scream. He was instantly banished into the depth of the void.

"You," Abbadon muttered clearly as his golden iresis and red pupils gazed into the last masked clown, the one with the bloody scratches. "Was Silver always a clone, or did he switch when I first arrived here?"

He had realised the moment he touched him, that the Silver that was left here was just a clown and that is why he had killed him Instead of questioning him. 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" The clown named Laplace suddenly started laughing like a maniac. "Why would I tell you? You are going to kill me anyway!"

"Tch, you\'re not wrong," Abbadon clicked his tongue. "But you could have died without being tormented endlessly, now that\'s just a happy dream that you\'ll always think about for eternity." 

Hearing that, the clown knew that he had made the mistake of his life. 

Activating his native Ultra Skill: Sin of Hatred, Abbadon was able to easily read Laplace\'s mind. \'Hm, so the b*stard did not discuss the plan with any of his subordinates anyway… and from what I can tell, he had left the moment he had lost his arm, during the initial impact.

\'I bet he\'s at that traitor\'s castle right now, I\'ll have to obliterate both of them sooner or later, so it\'s alright, I guess… As for you…\'

Looking at the clown in front of him, Abbadon smiled sadistically while activating some of his skills: Anti-Magic Area, Space Isolation, Mind Prison, and lastly, Temptation for Hatred.

\'Hm, if you survive, maybe you can be brought back to serve me and my mistress as a loyal servant,\' Abbadon thought as he snapped his fingers, \'if Maeve could utilize our enemies, then so could I…\'

Snapping his fingers, Abbadon instantly sent the clown into an isolated space where he would be tormented until released.. There was no other way out of that space unless allowed by the caster.