I'm The Devil - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Zeus Vs The Watchers

“Be that as it may, I cannot allow you to continue meddling in the affairs of mortals,” Zeus declared, his voice resonating with the thunderous authority of a god.

Baraqiel, the Watcher, regarded Zeus with an unwavering gaze, his demeanor calm yet resolute. “And who are you to dictate the destiny of mortals?” he retorted, his voice carrying an underlying tone of defiance.

The air crackled with tension as Zeus and Baraqiel stood facing each other, their opposing wills clashing like titans in the heavens above. With a swift motion, Baraqiel summoned a bolt of celestial energy, hurling it toward Zeus with unyielding determination.

Zeus, ever the formidable deity, raised his hand in response, conjuring a shield of lightning to deflect the oncoming attack. The force of the impact reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves rippling across the landscape.

Undeterred, Zeus retaliated with a barrage of thunderbolts, each one crackling with divine power as it streaked towards Baraqiel. The Watcher, displaying agility and grace, maneuvered through the onslaught, narrowly avoiding each bolt with calculated precision.

Despite Zeus’s formidable prowess, Baraqiel remained steadfast, his resolve unshaken. With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his movements fluid and graceful as he closed the distance between them.

A fierce melee ensued as Zeus and Baraqiel clashed in a whirlwind of divine fury. Thunderous booms echoed through the air with each strike, casting dazzling arcs of light against the darkened sky.

Though Zeus initially held the advantage with his godly strength and mastery over lightning, Baraqiel proved to be a formidable opponent, matching Zeus blow for blow with unparalleled skill and finesse.

As the battle raged on, Zeus found himself pushed to the brink, his divine energy waning under the relentless assault of Baraqiel’s relentless onslaught. With each passing moment, the Watcher’s determination only seemed to grow, his resolve unyielding in the face of adversity.

Despite his best efforts, Zeus found himself gradually losing ground, his movements growing sluggish and labored under the weight of Baraqiel’s relentless assault. With a final, desperate surge of divine energy, Zeus unleashed a devastating burst of lightning, enveloping Baraqiel in a blinding flash of light.

As the smoke cleared and the echoes of battle faded into the distance, Zeus stood victorious, though weary and battered from the intense struggle. Yet, even in his moment of triumph, he could not shake the unsettling feeling that this clash was only the beginning of a much larger conflict yet to come.

Before Zeus could gather his strength, he felt a surge of power emanating from the surrounding landscape. With a sense of foreboding, he turned to see a gathering of Watchers, their luminous forms casting an ethereal glow across the battlefield.

The Watchers, united in purpose and resolve, regarded Zeus with unwavering determination. Their eyes burned with righteous fury as they prepared to confront the god who dared to challenge their presence on Earth.

Zeus, though weary from his previous battle, squared his shoulders and braced himself for the onslaught to come. With a defiant glare, he prepared to face his newfound adversaries with the same unwavering resolve that had carried him through countless battles before.

As the Watchers advanced, Zeus unleashed a barrage of thunderbolts, each one crackling with divine power as it streaked toward his encroaching foes. The air sizzled with electricity as the two opposing forces clashed in a spectacular display of divine fury.

Despite their formidable numbers, the Watchers proved to be resilient opponents, their celestial powers rivaling even that of Zeus himself. With each passing moment, the battlefield became a maelstrom of light and energy, the very fabric of reality trembling under the force of their titanic struggle.

As the battle raged on, Zeus found himself pushed to the brink of exhaustion, his divine reserves waning under the relentless assault of the Watchers’ onslaught. Yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, he refused to yield, drawing upon the last vestiges of his strength to repel his foes.

With a final surge of divine energy, Zeus unleashed a devastating burst of lightning, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding flash of light. For a brief moment, the air crackled with the intensity of their clash, before falling silent as the echoes of battle faded into the distance.

“Enough”

Zeus who was about to land a deadly blow to the last watcher amongst the second batch the second batch of watchers who confronted him paused as he looked up and saw another watcher, accompanied by another one.

Zeus sighed as he let go of the watchers he was holding and looked at the newcomers “Guessing from the aura emanating from you and the way you carry yourself, you are the leader of these lots” he said looking at Semjaza.

“Who are you?”

Zeus frowned when asked that question, he would not have minded if it was Semjaza who said that, but it was Azazel whom he deemed to be just a mere follower.

“And who do you think you are to question me?” Zeus asked him with a suffocating aura.

Even though Zeus was tired and weak from his earlier confrontation with the watchers, due to his training from Lucifer and the many years of war in the God Plane, he was a force to be reckoned with.

His intense aura is a testament to that.

Azazel, undeterred by Zeus’s imposing presence, stood his ground with a defiant glare, his eyes ablaze with righteous determination. “I am Azazel, Watcher of the Earth, sworn to protect and guide humanity,” he declared, his voice resonating with unwavering conviction.

Though Zeus towered over him, radiating with the formidable power of a god, Azazel refused to cower in the face of his divine might. Instead, he met Zeus’s gaze head-on, his expression unyielding as he prepared to confront the king of the gods.

Zeus, taken aback by Azazel’s boldness, narrowed his eyes in silent appraisal. Though he could sense the Watcher’s unwavering resolve, he also detected a hint of something else—a flicker of defiance, tempered by a deeper sense of purpose.

“Watcher of the Earth, you say?” Zeus mused, his voice tinged with a note of skepticism. “And what makes you think you have the right to interfere in the affairs of mortals? Your duty is only to watch them.”

Azazel’s gaze remained steady, his resolve unshaken by Zeus’s questioning. “The mortals are our charge, entrusted to our care by the Creator,” he replied, his words carrying the weight of ancient duty. “We will not stand idly by while their destinies are manipulated by those who seek to control them.”

“Aren’t you the ones who are trying to manipulate and control them?”