Chapteer 108
Leviathan was thinking it again—for what had to be the hundredth time.
Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill this damn Saint?
Of course, Leviathan knew better than anyone that such a thing was out of the question.
They remembered all too clearly how the last Celestial War ended 300 years ago.
At the center of that catastrophe had been Asmodeus—masterless and unbound.
Killing the Saint would bring about another disaster.
They knew that.
They knew.
And yet…
[Why?! Why?! Why won’t he just fall?! WHY?!]
It should’ve been easy—just kill him.
But instead, they were stuck trying to corrupt him, and it was driving them insane.
They had thrown wave after wave of negative emotions at the Saint, trying to tear down his mind with a deluge of self-loathing and despair.
But even the Demonic Authority of a Demon King wasn’t enough to shatter him.
Someone who fully accepted their shortcomings as part of themselves didn’t break so easily.
Even trauma and emotional overdrive couldn’t bring him down.
And worse still—
The Saint didn’t hate himself.
If anything, he was maddeningly... normal.
Not in a bad way. But still.
He wasn’t extraordinary in the way previous Saints, Heroes, or Holy Figures had been.
All of those individuals had something that made them crack.
Some obsessed over perfection.
Others masked deep self-hatred behind forced virtue.
They had triggers, faults to exploit.
But not Jericho Amael.
He was steady. Level-headed.
A man of quiet decency so painfully normal that it made corruption nearly impossible.
And now, with that damn Kon fighting tooth and hoof to protect the Saint’s psyche, the already brutal difficulty of breaking him was climbing to absurd levels.
[Belphegor! …Leviathan!]
Satan, still holding Asmodeus back on his own, was shouting now.
They were out of time.
[Just give me a little more time!!]
[I can’t… hold much longer!!]
[It’s almost done!!]
Leviathan unleashed her power in a violent surge.
Negative emotions exploded like a shockwave, crashing into the Saint—and the Kon shielding him.
[Belphegor! There’s no time! I’ll drown them both in it—just be ready to move in with the mind-wipe!]
[Got it! As soon as they break, I’ll take over!]
Her power overflowed—boiling pain and fury ravaging Amael’s soul.
Even the Kon’s consciousness began to crack.
[Please... just break already!!]
The flood of torment consumed both of them.
With no time left, Leviathan started torturing their psyches directly, forcing memories to loop and intensify.
Just a little longer.
Just one more minute.
That’s all they needed.
One minute and the Saint would belong to Hell.
Or maybe not even a minute—
Ten seconds.
Then—
[Lucifer? L—Lucifer!!]
Satan’s voice rang out in desperation.
Belphegor and Leviathan turned sharply toward him.
Satan was faltering. Screaming.
The black chains binding Asmodeus’ left wing—Lucifer’s control—snapped.
Lucifer had fallen silent.
And now…
Asmodeus was free.
[Amael!!]
With a furious roar, the Demon King of Lust unleashed her full power upon Satan.
Until now, she had held back—afraid her strength would destroy her host.
But now, she stopped caring.
Power surged from her like a divine storm, and Amael’s body convulsed under the pressure.
The cost?
Satan didn’t even get to scream.
His body crumbled under the impact.
As Satan fell, nothing stood in Asmodeus’ way.
She charged Belphegor and Leviathan at terrifying speed.
[DO NOT TOUCH MY MASTER!!]
The pillar of light that had poured down from the heavens narrowed.
Its holy intensity focused completely on the remaining Demon Kings.
The mountain of Tallahaim—a place once devoid of life—exploded into a bloom of wildflowers and grass.
Leviathan and Belphegor were blasted away.
They couldn’t withstand it.
[Lucifer! LUCIFER!!]
Belphegor screamed again.
No answer.
Their vessels—crafted from dozens of sacrificed cultists—were dissolving under the bombardment.
If they broke, their divine essences would be left exposed to the human world.
Lucifer would not save them.
And fortunately—
[Amael!! NO! PLEASE!!]
Asmodeus didn’t care about them anymore.
The terrifying divine storm receded.
She was crying now—cradling Amael and pouring her healing power into his body.
This was the moment.
Their chance.
If they fled now, they could escape back to the spirit realm.
All they had to do was focus their power and—
[You... goddamn...]
Belphegor suddenly gasped, her voice filled with panic.
[That bitch, Belia… No. NO! That body is MY COLLECTION! IT’S MINE!!]
She thrashed violently.
But her power hadn’t recovered—Asmodeus’ attack had left her too weak.
Something was being ripped from her soul—dragged beneath Tallahaim’s mountain.
[NO!!]
She reached for it.
A black, tar-like hand—dripping with spite—lunged downward to reclaim what had been stolen.
But then, the mountaintop erupted.
A triangular boulder shattered as something rose from below.
Belphegor’s hand reached for the figure.
And clamped down.
[MINE. MINE!! BELIA!! You can’t just steal my collection!!]
She poured her malice into it—clenching with all her might.
But in the very next instant—
A searing crimson light exploded from the mountain’s base.
“LET. GO. OF THAT HAND!!”
The scream tore through the air like a divine blast.
Belphegor’s blackened hand shattered into mist.
And everyone saw who had emerged from the mountain.
Kanya.
But not the same Kanya who had gone below.
Her once fragile limbs were now strong and muscular.
Her twisted spine now straight.
She wore armor—holy crimson paladin’s plate—and wielded a massive greatsword in one hand.
She glared at them, fury burning behind her eyes.
“Satan. Leviathan. And you… [Belphegor].”
With slow, deliberate power, Kanya’s voice echoed with divine resonance.
Her sword blazed with sacred red flame.
Her entire body shimmered with holy fire.
[Forget ascending for now. I’ll deal with you three myself—then I’ll rise.]
[BELIA. YOU DAMN—]
Belphegor’s voice trembled with fear.
“No.”
The Goddess of War raised her sword, steady and resolute.
[For 300 years... I’ve waited to repay what you did to me—and to my chosen.]
The three Demon Kings didn’t hesitate.
They all reached the same conclusion in an instant.
Lucifer was no longer going to help them.
Their only bit of luck?
Asmodeus wasn’t joining the fight.
And Belia—as powerful as she now seemed—had only just awakened.
She was unlikely to be at full strength.
Given the situation, the best possible strategy was clear.
[Summon the followers! Bring them all—NOW!!]
[We have to reopen the gate to the spirit realm!!]
If their vessels weren’t so damaged, they wouldn’t need followers for this.
But Asmodeus’ divine assault had left their bodies weakened and unstable.
To fully unleash their power, they needed fresh vessels—many of them.
Belphegor and Leviathan sliced open the air—
a vertical tear in space.
From within, hordes of black-robed cultists flooded out in droves, answering the call.
Satan summoned his followers as well—
and with them, called forth his burning blade, Valtarukh.
The Demon Kings were on edge.
Their bodies were wrecked.
If they slipped up now, they could end up like Mammon—
trapped in the human realm, hunted down and consumed.
[You think you can face all three of us on your own?!]
But Satan didn’t let his nerves show.
His blade burned bright with wrath as he glared at Belia.
She responded calmly.
[No. I can’t win. Even with my divine essence restored, the gap is still too wide. I cannot defeat the three of you alone.]
That admission—so serene and without hesitation—made Satan uneasy.
She was a war goddess.
There was always a strategy.
[What are you plotting...]
Belia didn’t answer him.
Instead, she turned—looking past the Demon Kings.
Her gaze landed on Asmodeus.
Soft warmth flickered in her eyes.
[My old friend.]
[If you wish to save your master—then help me.]
Their eyes met.
And after a beat of silence—
Asmodeus gently laid Amael down
upon the wildflowers that had blossomed atop Tallahaim.
[What do you need, Belia?]
[Help me bring the Divine Ones into the mortal realm.]
As soon as those words left her mouth—
Satan roared and lunged at her.
Their swords clashed, thunderous and sharp, shaking the air.
[Hurry! Open the gate to the spirit realm! High Priest—begin the ritual!!]
“As you command, Lady Leviathan!!”
Belphegor and Leviathan worked frantically to open the gate.
But they were already too late.
Asmodeus beat them to it.
[Lucifer.]
She looked down at the earth.
[You’ve played with me for long enough.]
And then her power began to rise.
Slow at first.
But it swelled.
[So you should have known this was coming.]
Asmodeus released her divine light—
and at once, a scream ripped through the spirit realm.
[ASMODEUS!! YOU WRETCHED WHORE!!]
Lucifer’s voice shrieked in agony.
But no one could hear him.
Because his voice was drowned out—
by the sound of the heavens opening.
The gateway between sky and earth tore wide once more.
And through that radiant tear—
The Divine Ones descended.
“There! Over there!!”
“Those are the demons!!”
“Draw your blades, brothers! This is the moment we’ve trained for!”
Hundreds—
Thousands—
A holy army of paladins, priests, and imperial soldiers
came pouring through the rift.
The Divine Realm had arrived.
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