Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 34

Chapter 32: I am the King of Hell
 

‘Hell’ is actually the most powerful technique of the “Eye of Illusions.”

When I invade someone’s mind, they experience an illusion of entering different levels of hell according to my will. Starting from the first level, ‘Tongue Extraction,’ each subsequent level is ten times more painful than the previous one.

In ‘Hell,’ there is no death, only endless pain. Without my consent, those who enter ‘Hell’ cannot escape the illusion. Ever.

The hells recorded in Buddhist scriptures were actually passed down by those who survived the ‘Hell’ technique of the “Eye of Illusions” and remained sane, warning others of its horrors.

However, ‘Hell’ is extremely energy-consuming. Each level requires energy proportional to its cruelty, so it’s rarely used. Over time, people began to think of it as a mere myth.

This time, I sent Wukong to the fifteenth level, ‘The Forest of Five Hundred Billion Swords,’ partly to punish him for his relentless pursuit and partly because even if I pulled out his spine, he could recover quickly by channeling his energy and come after me again.

Killing him would be a waste, as he is one of the Seven Lords of the Demon Realm. So, I decided to let him suffer in the ‘Forest of Five Hundred Billion Swords.’

There is only one person in the world who can use ‘Hell,’ so Wukong was terrified when he realized I could use it.

I quietly gathered my energy, and after a while, I had accumulated a bit of demonic energy.

In the square, Wukong’s anguished screams echoed around. The followers of Satan, seeing his desperate state, were so terrified that they stood frozen, not daring to approach me.

Suddenly, I heard Yan’er ask from above, “Big brother, what did you do to Wukong?”

I looked up at her and smiled, “Big brother just sent him to hell.”

“Hell? Is it an illusion?” Yan’er asked, her eyes wide.

I nodded and smiled, “Yes, but this illusion is more terrifying than reality because those who enter it experience pain that is impossible in the real world.”

Yan’er stuck out her tongue, “That’s really scary. Big brother, don’t ever send me to hell.”

I laughed, “If you listen to me, I wouldn’t be cruel enough to do that to you.”

Yan’er laughed, “Hehe, that’s hard, but I believe big brother wouldn’t let me see such a horrible place.”

I smiled silently and closed my eyes to continue gathering energy.

“Big brother, I heard that monkey say you have another identity. What is it?” Yan’er asked.

With my eyes closed, I replied, “Haha, well, stay a bit longer and let big brother recover first, then I’ll tell you.”

Yan’er nodded with an “Mm.”

After gathering energy for a while, my body had recovered to seventy percent.

Since using ‘Hell,’ I had been carefully watching for any hidden experts in the square.

But until I finished gathering energy, no one attacked me, indicating that only Wukong was present to monitor the meeting.

I opened my eyes and saw that Wukong was too exhausted to scream anymore, only trembling slightly on the ground. I snapped my fingers and released him from the illusion.

Freed from the ‘Forest of Five Hundred Billion Swords,’ Wukong sighed in relief and immediately fainted.

I walked to the center of the square, dusted myself off, and loudly asked the followers of Satan in Chinese, “Does anyone here speak Italian?”

I called out several times, but no one responded. So I shouted, “If no one does, I’ll have to start a massacre and kill you all!”

This threat worked, causing a small commotion in the eastern corner of the square.

After a moment, someone was pushed out by the crowd. It was a thin Chinese youth.

The young man looked terrified, trying to retreat into the crowd but was pushed forward again.

Seeing this, I smiled at him, “Come here, I mean no harm.” The young man hesitantly walked towards me.

When he reached me, I asked with a smile, “What’s your name?”

The young man answered nervously, “I… my name is Liu Yuxuan.”

“Hmm, Liu Yuxuan, what is the occasion for you Satanists today? Why are you all gathered here?” I asked kindly.

Liu Yuxuan stammered, “Today… is our semi-annual promotion day, so we’re all here to hear the leader announce… announce the new positions of our brothers and sisters.”

“Is your leader here?” I asked nonchalantly, though my guard was immediately heightened.

“No, our leader sent word that he had urgent matters to attend to today, so he dispatched a holy envoy to preside instead,” Liu Yuxuan replied.

I nodded thoughtfully, considering the situation. After a moment, I asked Liu Yuxuan, “Among all of you, has anyone seen your leader?”

He shook his head. “Most have not. The leader’s golden mask is not something ordinary disciples can see. Generally, only on special days like today do we lower-ranking members get a glimpse of the leader.”

Liu Yuxuan’s face showed disappointment as he spoke, clearly upset at not being able to see their leader.

I patted his shoulder and smiled, “Don’t be disappointed. Today, you are fortunate enough to see the true Satan.”

Liu Yuxuan was shocked and said, “How dare you speak our leader’s name so casually!”

His tone was anxious, and his previous fear of me vanished.

I laughed heartily, and Liu Yuxuan, now angry, asked, “What are you laughing at?”

I stopped laughing and said, “I’m laughing at your Satanic cult, worshipping a false Satan for centuries.”

“You… you said it again!” Liu Yuxuan’s face turned red with anger.

I looked at him with a smile and asked, “If there’s only one person in the world who could speak your leader’s name without hesitation, who would that be?”

Liu Yuxuan thought for a moment, then firmly said, “There is no such person. Without the leader’s approval, no one can say it!”

I shook my head and smiled, “Alright, but what if one day you hear your leader’s name spoken aloud? What then?”

Liu Yuxuan proudly replied, “That could only be our leader himself!”

I smiled and said, “Well, that is exactly the situation now.”

Liu Yuxuan looked confused, thinking for a while before his face turned ashen, and he trembled, kneeling down.

“Mercy, my lord! Mercy!” Liu Yuxuan pleaded, shaking.

“I am not your leader,” I paused, then smiled, “but I am the true Satan, the Emperor of Hell.”

I revealed my true identity with a smile!

In fact, four years ago, when my master took me to live in Cairo, I was already told that I was the reincarnation of Satan.

My master said that I was the only one capable of changing God’s decisions because, in my previous life, as Satan, I was the first to rebel against God.

However, I was too weak at the time. If I revealed my identity in the demon world, it would certainly attract the pursuit of Samael’s faction.

So, only a few people knew this secret: myself, Rahab, and my deceased master.

Now, with the apocalypse looming and Rahab believing I had enough power to protect myself, I decided to reveal my identity to the world.

One of the cultists, hearing my words, suddenly shouted, “No, you are not our leader! You don’t speak Italian, and your voice is different!”

I laughed heartily and turned to Liu Yuxuan, asking, “Does your ‘doctrine’ describe your leader’s appearance?”

Liu Yuxuan stared at me, mumbling, “The ‘doctrine’ says our lord’s holy visage is unlike any other, with two horns on his forehead, a sacred blood-stained mark on his body, and a form that can withstand any light…”

I interrupted him, smiling, “That’s enough.” Liu Yuxuan bowed his head and knelt again.

I then removed my tattered shirt, revealing my strong, muscular upper body.

After surveying the square, I picked up a sharp stone and cut a deep wound into my left palm, raising my hand high.

The cultists watched in confusion, their expressions gradually turning to shock and amazement.

As crimson blood gushed from the wound and flowed down my arm, it suddenly split apart upon reaching my chest.

The blood then followed fixed paths, quickly covering my body. Finally, it formed a crimson, eerie, and fearsome totem on my upper body.

This was not an illusion from the “Eye of Illusions,” but the true mark of Satan, the number of the Beast.

Few in the square might understand, but one cultist reverently recited, “Let him who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man…”

“…and his number is six hundred sixty-six,” Yan’er murmured softly from above, “Oh my, that’s… ancient Hebrew… six-six-six!”

In an instant, all the Satanic cultists knelt before me in fear.

“Big brother, are you really Satan?” Yan’er asked, incredulous.

“Satan, Lucifer,” I nodded and smiled at her, “is my other identity.”