Chapter 99
Asmodeus watched Amael quietly from the spiritual realm.
She watched him even as he clutched the demon sword Valtarukh, writhing in agony.
Even as his body broke down from the sheer force of modifications that pushed him beyond human limits.
Even when he fought the Cultists of Jealousy with his broken, battered body—
She did nothing.
No—that wasn’t quite right.
She could do nothing.
She had only been able to watch. Always.
[Amael isn’t dead yet. But he won’t be moving anytime soon, right?]
Lucifer asked from afar, holding one of the black chains emerging from Asmodeus’s wing and giving it a sharp tug.
Asmodeus nodded.
[As long as his soul isn’t destroyed.]
[Loyal, aren’t you.]
[I’ve always been that way.]
Amael collapsed.
His hand reached out—weak, futile.
The three Demon Lords had clearly come prepared. They weren’t about to waste this opportunity.
None of Asmodeus’s powers worked for him anymore. They’d sealed off every advantage.
Maybe this outcome had always been inevitable.
What could a single mortal do in the face of three god-tier beings?
[You’re a mess, Amael. He doesn’t even realize how strong he’s become.]
Back before she absorbed Mammon’s divine essence and faith, it wouldn’t have been a problem. But now—now her power had grown too vast.
Amael had pushed his body well past its mortal limits using that enhanced power. And his body was finally collapsing under the strain.
And this was only going to get worse.
Such was the cost of a mortal wielding power meant for a god.
Asmodeus looked away with a sigh.
He feared her. That much was clear.
A result of the schemes of those who called her a wicked god.
But she bore no grudge.
If that was what Amael wanted, she would accept it.
[Looks like you win, Lucifer.]
Kanya would be captured.
Made once again into Belphegor’s plaything.
Her divine essence would be used to bind Asmodeus down while they corrupted Amael’s soul.
Asmodeus watched him with regret in her eyes.
[It’s not fair. He never got the chance to properly understand me.]
[The world isn’t fair.]
[I don’t want to see him fall.]
[He won’t. He just misunderstands you—for now.]
[That’s not how this should’ve gone. He deserves to know what I really am. If I had no consciousness, that would be one thing. But now that I do, we should’ve communicated. He should’ve known how to handle me.]
She looked at the chain coming from her left wing.
[You can do all that once Amael turns to our side, Asmodeus.]
Asmodeus chuckled bitterly.
[Petty. Foolish.]
[It’s what’s necessary.]
Amael had failed.
He’d lost the battle. Lost Kanya.
A normal man trying to wield godlike power without understanding it—this was always going to happen.
Asmodeus’s expression darkened.
[Are you satisfied now?]
[Once he falls, you’ll be free to talk to him. I’ll even help you protect him.]
[And what if he never falls?]
[Human will has limits.]
Lucifer laughed, smug and certain, and began to fade away.
Asmodeus looked back down at Amael again.
Foolish, stubborn man.
This was his limit.
[Yes… mortal will does have limits.]
She turned her head away.
It was over.
She began to walk away—then suddenly stopped.
From her radiant white wings on the right—
Chains burst forth.
And then, from her blackened wings on the left—
More chains followed.
All of them—
Every single one—
Shot downward toward the broken, desperate man writhing on the ground.
Amael reached for them—
And grabbed hold.
And he shouted:
“Asmodeus!!”
Her eyes widened.
She turned—finally, truly looking at him.
[Speak, Amael. I’m listening.]
“Save Kanya!!”
That single command—
Shook her entire divine being.
It was the first time.
The first true order Amael had ever given her.
Asmodeus rose.
Her full divine force gathered, ready to descend upon the mortal world.
The black chains attached to her left wing pulled tight.
[Asmodeus!! What are you doing?! I command you—you are not allowed to descend!!]
Lucifer’s voice cracked like thunder.
But Asmodeus ignored it.
[Sorry.]
The white and black chains twisted and clashed.
[But you are not my Master. You don’t get to command me.]
[No! Stop!]
Lucifer screamed, yanking the black chains with all his might.
But Asmodeus did not stop.
Her immense divine form broke free of the spiritual realm.
She stood.
Asmodeus slowly raised herself upright.
She looked down at her body—
Arms and legs destroyed by overmodification.
Palms melted from wielding Valtarukh, cheek blistered and blackened.
“[I overdid it, didn’t I.]”
She lowered her hand with a soft smile.
And in that moment—
She was healed.
Completely.
Every injury. Every burn. Every shattered bone.
Gone.
Then, she heard a voice.
[Wh-Who… who’s there…?]
It came from the pendant at her neck.
A rocket-shaped locket, now vibrating in terror.
The emotion carried in the tremor was unmistakable:
Fear.
“[I need your help.]”
[W-What do you…?]
“[A mortal mind can’t handle my power alone. I need you to guide me. You can do that, right?]”
[O-Of course… yes, of course…]
Satisfied, she nodded and stepped forward.
Time had stopped.
The cultists of Jealousy stood frozen mid-motion, helpless and unaware.
Asmodeus walked among them with a casual ease, as if out for a stroll.
“[I’ll be taking her back now.]”
She plucked Kanya from the arms of one of the cultists and gently laid a hand on her battered body.
The thorny restraints.
The deep wounds from tumbling down the rocky slope.
Gone in an instant.
But even she could not restore Kanya to her true self.
“[Still so tasteless, Belphegor.]”
After mumbling quietly to herself, Asmodeus began walking, carrying Kanya in her arms.
Her destination: the stony mountain of Talhaim the place Amael had so desperately wished to reach.
She strolled forward at a leisurely pace until—
A chilling sound echoed behind her, causing her to slowly turn her head.
Someone was interfering with her power.
A moment later, the frozen timestream cracked apart. The suspended world broke like glass, unraveling into a massive, dome-shaped opening where time resumed once more.
Within that dome, multiple rifts tore open—and from them, people spilled out in a panic.
Not dozens.
Thousands.
A flood of soldiers pouring in like a tidal wave.
And then, like a voice slamming into her skull—
[Asmodeus!!]
Three voices boomed into her mind.
[Give me back my prized possession!!]
The loudest of the three made her chuckle softly.
“[I’m afraid I can’t do that. Amael wants her protected.]”
[You miserable bitch! You stayed silent all this time, and now—why the hell now?!]
“[Because he gave his first true command. That’s all.]”
At the word command, the three Demon Lords fell silent.
[Fine, Lust. We’ll admit it. In a straight fight, the three of us couldn’t beat you.]
[But this is the mortal realm. You’re bound by that human body. There’s only so much divine power you can channel through it.]
[Hand over the Goddess of War. Or this becomes war.]
A cold warning.
And then the sky ripped open again—
Even more rifts formed.
Even more followers emerged.
This wasn’t a skirmish.
It was a war.
Thousands of demon cultists, all gathered for one purpose:
To kill Asmodeus.
She glanced at their overwhelming numbers, then quietly lowered Kanya to the ground.
“[Beast who serves Purity.]”
[Y-Yes?!]
“[I’ll borrow your power for a moment.]”
The Psychic Amplifier began trembling violently.
[P-Please spare m—!!]
Kon‘s scream was short-lived.
The amplifier buzzed with such intense heat and vibration it felt like it might melt. And with it, Asmodeus stepped forward.
“[Withdraw your armies, Belphegor, Satan, Leviathan.]”
[Not without the Goddess of War. You leave us no—]
“[Then pay the price for your choice.]”
She raised her hand—
And chaos began.
“G-Ghk?! AaaAAARGHH!!”
The front lines of the cultists began to collapse.
They clutched their chests and fell to the ground, legs breaking, skin rotting away in seconds.
“W-Wrath!! Please—SAVE ME!!”
One follower’s body melted into sludge. A ghostly wisp of his soul flailed in panic, only to be immediately sucked into Asmodeus.
And it wasn’t just the front lines.
Like a plague—
“A-Agh!! M-My body—it’s ROTTING!!”
“Sloth!! Belphegor!! PLEASE!!”
“Jealousy!! Have MERCY!!”
Dozens, then hundreds, began to fall.
The closer Asmodeus walked—
The faster the death spread.
Each step was the slow tread of an unstoppable disease.
Death came instantly.
No bodies were left behind.
Even the souls were absorbed, leaving behind only dust.
She grinned, playfully.
“[Did you think fighting me in the mortal world would give you the advantage?]”
Hundreds had died in moments.
Living humans, disintegrated completely—body, soul, and all.
Even hardened cultists couldn’t stomach the sight.
The three Demon Lords—aware of what continued losses would cost them—gave the order to retreat.
Their followers broke and fled, running from the invisible, spreading field of death.
Only then did Asmodeus stop walking.
She felt the Demon Lords’ presence fade away.
She also noticed the pendant around her neck had grown dangerously hot.
[D-Dyi—]
“[Well done.]”
She lifted a hand and rested it on the pendant.
It rapidly cooled.
“[For your sake… it’s best you forget this encounter.]”
With those final words, the amplifier’s violent hum and burning heat ceased completely.
Everything was quiet once more.
Asmodeus returned to Kanya’s side.
She gently caressed the girl’s bruised cheek.
“[Your command has been fulfilled.]”
She laughed, soft and amused.
“[To think… your first true command to me wasn’t to save yourself—but someone else.]
[Remember that feeling, Amael. That’s your greatest privilege.]”
She slowly closed her eyes.
One mortal mind could not contain the weight of her divine form for long.
To linger further would mean destruction.
And so—
She left the body she had borrowed.
Amael’s body collapsed like a lifeless puppet.
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