standing on either side, they could not look out of one of the windows.


Had Nathalia gone back about five meters, around the corner where the three enemies had appeared, she would have seen a beautiful yellowish ball about 20 meters in diameter through the window. A very light yellowish ball.


A few seconds passed, and Goten's voice came from outside, Nathalia was sure that there was some embarrassment: "I hope you won't be angry that I didn't notice that the main troop had hidden behind the building, and I did overlooked.


I've seen them creeping around and, well, I was forced to attack them.


You haven't been in the building, doesn't it matter? "


Nathalia noticed how something resonated in the words, something that touched her deeply, although she herself felt it was weakness and had never allowed this feeling.

Mourning because the enemy was slaughtered, because he did not have the power or even the possibility to defend himself.


As to the inevitability of murder, Nathalia knew this was what he was feeling, and it puzzled her.


Murder was always something she took for granted, but this boy didn't seem afraid of death, but mourned enemies, what an odd attitude for someone born of a people of murderers, a warrior in power of killing always had.




Wiglaf grumbled a little, but called: "Come on in, Son Goten, we didn't expect an ambush like this one, and it's good that you protected us."


Son Goten stepped through the gate, and looked with disgust at the killed enemies, but ignored them the next moment, and after he had surveyed the room, directed his frowning gaze to the very place where Nathalia suspected something that she could not see .

His voice sounded slightly confused: "What is that?"


Nathalia now took a closer look at the place, it took her a few seconds to collect herself, then she saw what kind of object was there: the hypnotic sphere.


It took some effort to recognize her, but she succeeded.


A large red sphere, on a gold base that half enclosed it, and had two runners to one side.


The diameter of the sphere was perhaps half a meter, and it was about six inches above the ground, the glow of the sphere was unpleasant.


Wiglaf replied as he walked towards the sphere and drew Kahlim's will: "This is an obstacle on our way, a sphere that blocks the entrance to the tower of Mephistus.


But now the obstacle is removed.


He struck, Kahlim's will seemed to penetrate the ball at first, then the ball splintered, as did the flail, Wiglaf wasn't hit by any splinters, they just seemed to ricochet off him.

Slowly, and with a strange sound, a kind of mist rose from the splinters of the sphere.


He seemed to have a kind of will of his own, drifting towards Wiglaf, who quickly jumped aside.


But the fog continued on its way undeterred, its goal seemed to be the wall, the podium with the blood, where otherwise a throne would certainly have fit nicely.


As the fog slowly moved over the dais and into the blood, the steps sank with a crunching noise, they formed a passage down into Mephistus' halls.


Azrael 's voice was low when he said: "This is the way we have to go. Down there, Mephisto's soul stone was buried in a dungeon."


For a while nobody said anything, finally Wiglaf said: "Let's go, now, we've already used up too much time."


He started cautiously towards the stairs.


Goten and Karina followed almost hesitantly, while Nathalia and Azrael strode off as if none of this was their business.

The stairs were actually only about 20 meters long, but Goten felt a kind of finality as he stepped down the last step.


The room was relatively large, about half the size of the hall, and it was six meters to the ceiling.


Nevertheless, or perhaps because of it, it was well lit by torches on the edge. (Eternal torches, a relic of the Horadrim, appear every now and then in Diablo and Diablo 2.) There were many paths and openings to leave the room.


Son Goten rarely needed light, he could feel his surroundings as well as his opponents.


Well, not really, but he could also feel in the dark what it looked like around him.


Now he almost wished he couldn't, dried blood stuck to the walls, old blood, and the smell that penetrated his much finer Sayajin nose was more than unpleasant. (Son Goku could almost smell like a wolf as a child)


Wiglaf stomped into one of the numerous doors, as well as the others, while Goten had surveyed the room, they had already moved off.

He sighed, shrugged, and started walking too.




Goten remembered the hike through the catacombs, in which the Lord of Hate was locked, as very unpleasant, not only because of the stench, and the other unpleasant things (i.e. monsters, traps, etc.) but also because of what awaited him.


A devil, nothing more and nothing less than a being from the cave.


He thought he knew everything.


After all, they visited the two Kaioshin once or twice a year, at Dende he made relatively regular trips, even to see Picollo, whom he liked just as much as his brother, and his father had received several challenges from the afterlife and was there and, now and then, accompanied by his sons, the Enma took the prohibition to let the living with the dead, with regard to those who made it to Dende, quite relaxed.


His father would have been happy about this new challenge, and in a sense he did too, but this being was evil, just like pure Buu, maybe worse.

He did not understand why these beings enjoyed inflicting pain on others.


Although he knew that Picollo had once been the same, he had never seen the bad Picollo, and therefore couldn't believe that Picollo had once been the same.


He only concentrated loosely on his surroundings, the warrior troops took care of that.


Nobody blamed him for not paying attention, if only because he was always the first to notice the attackers anyway.


But he held back, gratefully he noticed that the others seemed eager to come to terms with themselves.


In the meantime, the subject of his thoughts became not only due to the sudden change in dimensions, the war, which he, like him, noted with regret, was not as used to as he thought, but to his brown appendage.


He had only seen something like this once, when Vegeta had reached SSJ 4. (No current table, Goten can't do it, but in the story "Amy and Pan (Shojo Ai)" there is one after GT, where I changed the GT story.The two stories run with a possible relationship to each other)


Back then, he and Trunks had volunteered with Vegeta for hours to find out what it was all about.


What should he do with it after he and Trunks had heard from Vegeta that a cock makes you stronger, they really wanted one too.


They soon gave up on the idea because they didn't know how to do it.


Now he could boast of knowing, or at least having experienced, more about this thing.


He didn't want to think about it any further, especially not the hours he had spent in oozaru form.




I think it is enough to point out that it took them quite a long time to get through these catacombs.


I will also spare you the various fights (whether you want to or not).


I think suffice it to know that it took them about 18 hours, and while a little tired, they had no choice.

At least Karina still hoped that they would find the three devils down there.


You can imagine what would have happened then, Son Goten was nervous and a little excited, he would certainly have struck far too strong and killed his enemies in seconds.


But it wouldn't come to that.


At the last level, after all guards, enemies and traps, they were ready to face the hatred in person.




Well, I admit that it is a little bit, and that it would have been better to describe the hike through the catacombs more, but nothing happened worth mentioning, a little banter, nothing professionally tactical.


Next time I'll describe the fight with Mephisto, and then it goes on.