The Spiritual Land was vast, with many snowy fields apart from the central point where luxurious buildings that Noah had built stood. His body teleported to a particular snowy field in the Frozen Plateau Spiritual Land as he found the figure of a certain Demon Empress that was blankly looking out across the peaceful area.

Barbatos sat on a field of snow as her bare white legs sank down into the ground, the freezing cold not bothering her one bit. Her body that was greatly injured from Baal’s attacks had outwardly fully healed, with her skin as clear as it was before. Noah had a complex expression as he thought about how he would be moving from now on when he spoke out.

"How are you feeling?"

Barbatos was dressed in her gothic dress as she looked across the snowy plains of the Spiritual Land. She didn’t even turn around to look at Noah when she replied.

"I’m f.u.c.k.i.n.g peachy, little fish."

A variety of emotions were going through her mind as she felt the True Death of Baal and felt heavy chains being lifted off of her body. Her emotions became even more tumultuous when she spread out her awareness from the isolated space treasure and saw the apocalypse occurring in the Lost World.

She saw the panic and fear in the remaining Rulers’ eyes as she stayed still in the isolated space treasure and continued to heal her injuries. Sometime after, she began to feel the true deaths of Rulers of the Demon World one by one, as every living being in the Lost World perished.

She had her own goals and hopes, and she had a hand in killing the strongest being of her race for it. As she felt the onslaught of True Deaths occurring she found her will wavering and questioning itself. Was it all worth it? Was her freedom worth the death of the strongest Ruler of the Demon World and all those that followed?

Freedom.

Her eyes lit up as this word flashed through her mind, her expression that was sad and melancholic disappearing as a vicious expression replaced it. Yes, it was all for her freedom, and she was now grasping it in her hands. It was selfish. It was cruel. It came at a great price.

But so what? The only person she cared for was herself, why did it matter who had to die in order for her to get what she wanted?

The vicious expression slowly blew away any feelings of melancholy as the Necromancer of Chaos rapidly shifted her mood yet again. Noah’s voice rang out once again.

"You got what you wanted, what exactly do you plan to do now Barbatos?"

"Hmph, why does it matter to you? Don’t think I didn’t notice the hatred in your eyes when you were targeting Sitri and Paimon. You expect me to give you respect and talk when you continue to bullshit me? What do you have against the Demon Race?"

Noah looked over at Barbatos who seemed to be shifting from opposite moods very quickly as a cloud of craziness followed her. He thought about the recent experience he had as he watched an entire world and its people be destroyed and he thought about his hatred for the invaders that caused the death of his parents and many more in his homeworld.

He recalled the memories of Demons and Cultivators he had killed as he learned of the larger worlds out there and how many beings were in a similar situation his homeworld and the Beast World was in not too long ago.

He couldn’t save the beings in the Lost World of Atlantis, nor did he have the power to save the many worlds experiencing a similar level of pain and unfairness in this vast Universe. But there was still something he could do against those that directly caused him and his world harm. His gaze hardened as he affirmed his beliefs, recalled the many Rulers he had knowledge of through stolen memories, and then he replied to Barbatos.

"Belial, Asmodeus, Dantalion, Furcas, Malphas, Andras, Valac, Naberius, Marax, Phenex, Orobas, Haures, and Gaap. All of these are Rulers that either directly or indirectly caused the deaths of many beings in this world you are currently in. Most were active in the middle world you might remember, the Beast World. Putting aside those that already faced True Death in the Lost World of Atlantis, I will be going for the heads of these Rulers sometime soon."

Those who had a hand in the pain that the beings in his homeworld and those in the Beast World faced, they would all have to die. But Noah did not want to be similar to the beings he just watched destroy an entire Large World because of their beliefs.

He did not want to wrathfully descend down to the Demon World and senselessly massacre everything on sight in the name of revenge. He would kill those involved in causing the harm to the two worlds he was connected to, and reserve his judgment for the rest of them for now.

Barbatos’s mouth formed a huge o shape as she blurted out.

"You’re the asshole who killed Gremory and Orias in that little Beast World. Haha, I even told them to let me descend down so I could kill the growing threat quickly or they would regret it!"

Barbatos was clutching her stomach laughing as she continued.

"That Baal that was so big and tough actually did die to you, haha! If they had listened to me, I would have met you sooner, little fish. Maybe I would have already fried you up into fried fish eh? Alas, everyone is just too f.u.c.k.i.n.g dumb."

Her voice finished flat as she looked towards Noah and rose up, wiping the snow sticking to her body.

"I’ve already betrayed my entire race for my own selfish goals, I don’t care about your little revenge dream or who you want to kill as long as I get to do what I want, little fish. At this moment in time, I’m still finding you very interesting so I’ll be hanging around you and continue to enjoy the luxurious things in this isolated space treasure and the food you’ll definitely be making for me."

She beckoned towards Noah as the snow around them ruffled.

"But, it looks like these stupid feelings of guilt don’t wanna go away fast enough and I need something to take my mind off of them, so a good f.u.c.k would do. Come on, little fish."