ログインSilence exploded across the battlefield. Greed blinked slowly. “…Did he just—” Lust covered his mouth, staring wide-eyed but smiled nonetheless. “Oh my…”Raine looked horrified. “What the hell was that?” Alexander growled low in his throat. “That thing just turned someone into jewelry.”Blake stepped back instinctively and leaned on Damian. “That’s insane.” Sheryn crossed her arms tightly. “That’s beyond insane.”Zadkiel looked shocked but relieved that Luna was gone. Just like that. “Dear Creator…” Gabriel whispered quietly, “That power… it’s absolute.” Envy stared at the necklace thoughtfully. Lilith narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “Well,” she murmured. “That’s one way to give someone a gift. At least the bitch is dead.”Kaelen leaned against his lover again, shaking his head slowly. “Okay,” he muttered. “I officially like that guy.”Meanwhile—Lucifer was grinning. Wide. Amused. Deep crimson eyes glittering with delight. “Well now,” he said lazily. “This just got entertaining.” Alli
For a long moment after Elion’s warning echoed across the battlefield, nothing moved. The ruined borderlands seemed to hold their breath. Cracked earth stretched in every direction, broken and warped from the earlier clash of Chaos and Void. The sky above them remained fractured, silver moonlight tangled with devouring darkness as unstable energy rippled through the air like the aftershocks of a dying storm.Everything felt suspended in a fragile, dangerous silence.Elion stood unmoving in front of Michael.His wings were spread wide, brilliant white feathers blazing with divine light so intense that the shattered ground beneath him shimmered faintly. Power radiated from him in steady waves—ancient, unwavering, and resolute. It was the kind of power that came from absolute purpose, from a will that had never once considered stepping aside.Yet even that power trembled faintly beneath the presence of the being before him.Across the battlefield, Allistair’s eyes widened. “Elion—!” Befor
At the border where the war raged, Lucifer and Allistair stood surrounded by the devastation of Chaos and Void.The land itself had been reshaped by their clash. The once-vast plain was now a shattered wasteland of cracked earth and scorched stone. Silver moonlight bled across the sky, tangled with devouring darkness that churned like a storm above them. Their powers had torn through the fabric of the battlefield so violently that the very air seemed warped, rippling with unstable energy.Fragments of Chaos drifted like embers around Allistair, flickering against Lucifer’s endless Void. The two forces twisted together in the sky, neither dominating the other, both ancient and merciless.Then the ground trembled. Not from battle. From something far greater.Allistair stilled.The chaos within him hummed violently, a deep vibration running through his bones as if the power itself had become aware of something approaching. It reacted instinctively, like a predator sensing something older…
The moment the Cherubic Lock shattered, the sound that followed was not loud. It was worse than that. It was ancient.A deep, resonant crack rolled across Heaven like the splitting of reality itself. The colossal gates of the Levite Garden, sealed since the earliest age of creation, trembled violently as the golden sigils etched across their vast surface flickered and began to unravel.Runes older than the Thrones dimmed as sacred inscriptions burned away. The seals of millennia… failed. Zadkiel felt it first. A pulse. Not of light. But of something older than light itself. His breath caught in his throat as a chill crept down his spine. “No…” he whispered.Behind him, Wrath stiffened instantly, his enormous wings flaring outward as instinct screamed danger. Even Jophiel’s healing aura faltered as the sacred wards protecting the Hall of Records flickered like candles caught in a violent storm.Then the gates opened. Slowly. Painfully. The colossal celestial doors groaned as they parted
At Casa Del FierroWhen Lilith, Greed, and Lust arrived outside Casa Del Fierro, the scene that greeted them was nothing short of chaos incarnate. The once-pristine grounds of the estate were scarred with claw marks, shattered stone, and smoldering embers. Blood and shadowed magic lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of burnt incense and scorched wood.In the center of the courtyard, Haniel lay beneath the merciless weight of Michael’s boot. The Seraph of Hope and Grace, once radiant with divine luminescence, now appeared diminished, crushed, and human in vulnerability beneath the Archangel’s commanding presence.“Oh, you’ve arrived,” Michael said, his tone dripping with casual amusement. “You can start by weeding out the rogue wolves, vampires, and warlocks still lingering. I’d suggest you kill them all. Leave no trace.”Greed’s lips curled in a smirk, his emerald eyes narrowing as he surveyed the battlefield. “When you put it like that, Michael, you actually sound and loo
Nearby, Allistair glanced toward Lucifer. And the moment he saw him—His breath caught.Lucifer looked devastatingly beautiful in this form. It was dark, powerful, and utterly commanding. The sheer intensity of his presence was overwhelming, magnetic in a way that made it nearly impossible to look away. For a brief moment, Allistair felt heat rise through him at the sight, his thoughts momentarily distracted by how dangerously handsome Lucifer looked in his true demonic glory. But Lucifer noticed.His dark gaze shifted toward Allistair, and the possessive intensity in his eyes made it painfully clear that he had caught that lingering stare. Allistair knew exactly what that look meant. Lucifer’s eyes said everything his voice did not.Mine.And then, right in front of everyone, Allistair transformed again. His skin was pale, unnaturally pale, like flawless porcelain untouched by sunlight, almost glowing faintly beneath the moonlight that bathed the battlefield. It carried an ethereal qu
As they reached the great doors of the throne room, two demon knights stepped forward, stationed outside, armor clinking like distant thunder. With a precision of movement, they pushed the great double doors open; their very presence spoke of authority and control. Behind them, patiently waiting, wa
All froze as Lucifer's heart sank. The weight of Zadkiel's words hung heavy in the air, a grim foreboding that seemed to seep into the very bones of those present. The room, once filled with the hum of whispered plans and the rustle of shifting shadows, now held only the echo of Zadkiel's revelation
“…and I’m not sharing.” Even the wind did not dare breathe for a single moment. Kaelen blinked. Once......then.....twice, like someone trying to process the fact that a primordial Sin was openly claiming him in front of an entire pack, two rulers, a celestial healer, and a pissed-off alpha wolf who
Michael blinked. Gabriel covered her mouth, trying not to smile. Envy and Wrath both exchanged looks of annoyance because they knew exactly where the bruises came from. Zadkiel pinched the bridge of his nose, already preparing himself to lecture. The others who knew them just smirked at their antics