I'm The Devil - Chapter 209

Chapter 209: PTTGF 10 – Michael And Lucifer Vs Azazel

“Let’s not waste time. Azazel’s ambitions threaten not just the Earth, but all of creation. We need to strategize and prepare for his next move.”

Lucifer’s smirk faded, his eyes narrowing. “Always the strategist, Michael. But tell me, what makes you think I’ll lift a finger to help your precious Heaven now?”

Michael’s gaze remained steady. “This isn’t just about Heaven, Lucifer. Azazel’s ambitions threaten all of existence, including your precious City of Darkness. He seeks to merge the outer dimension with the earthly realm. If he succeeds, your dominion here will be swallowed by chaos.”

Lucifer tilted his head, considering Michael’s words. “And you think my help will make a difference?”

“Your influence here is strong,” Michael replied. “You have allies and resources that we don’t. This isn’t about Heaven versus Hell; it’s about preserving the balance of creation.”

Fang Hua watched the exchange with keen interest. “Perhaps a temporary alliance wouldn’t be so out of the question,” she suggested. “After all, it’s in our best interest to maintain some semblance of order, even if it means working with an angel.”

Lucifer glanced at her, his expression thoughtful. “An intriguing proposition, Fang Hua. What say you, Lilith?”

Lilith’s eyes flickered with a mixture of curiosity and caution. “If what Michael says is true, then ignoring the threat would be foolish. But I’ll not be swayed by mere words. We need proof.”

Michael nodded. “Agreed. Let me show you what I’ve seen.”

With a wave of his hand, a shimmering portal opened in the air. Images of Azazel’s dark transformation, his sinister plans, and the destruction he wrought played out before them. The vision was stark and undeniable, painting a grim picture of the future should Azazel’s plans come to fruition.

Lucifer’s expression hardened as he watched. “Very well, Michael. I see the necessity of this alliance. But make no mistake, once Azazel is dealt with, our rivalry resumes.”

Michael allowed a small, grim smile. “Of course, brother. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Fang Hua stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of resolve and anticipation. “Then let’s not waste any more time. We have preparations to make.”

The four of them stood together on the platform, an unlikely alliance formed in the face of a common enemy. The City of Darkness seemed to hold its breath, the tension in the air palpable as celestial and infernal beings united for the first time in millennia.

As they descended the tower to begin their preparations, Michael couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Despite their differences, they were coming together to protect all of creation. It was a fragile alliance, but it was a start.

The path ahead was uncertain, filled with danger and conflict, but for now, they had a common purpose. And in the midst of the impending storm, that was enough.

Noah’s Ark

Meanwhile, back in the realm of mortals, Noah’s dedication to his divine mandate continued to grow stronger with each passing day. The ark, now towering and majestic, neared completion. The jeers and taunts of the onlookers had largely faded, replaced by an uneasy silence as the enormity of the project became undeniable.

Noah’s family, steadfast and united, worked tirelessly beside him. They could feel the weight of the divine task upon their shoulders, their faith unwavering despite the hardships they faced. Their labor was a testament to their belief in God’s promise, a beacon of hope amidst a world teetering on the brink of destruction.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows lengthened, Noah gathered his family around him. “The time is drawing near,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “We must be ready for what is to come.”

As they looked out over the nearly completed ark, a sense of purpose and resolve settled over them. They knew that they were part of something much greater than themselves, a divine plan that would shape the future of all living creatures.

And so, with hearts full of faith and hands dedicated to the task, Noah and his family continued their work, preparing for the great flood that would cleanse the earth and bring forth a new beginning.

The alliance between Michael, Lucifer, Lilith, and Fang Hua was uneasy but necessary. As preparations began, the atmosphere in the City of Darkness grew tense, filled with anticipation of the looming threat.

Meanwhile, Azazel, seething from his previous defeat, retreated into the depths of the outer dimension. There, he harnessed the chaotic energies that swirled around him, merging further with the ancient beings that had corrupted him. His power grew exponentially, his form warping into something even more terrifying and otherworldly.

The dark entities whispered their secrets to him, teaching him to bend reality itself to his will. Azazel’s eyes burned with a malevolent light as he envisioned his revenge and the utter subjugation of Earth and Heaven alike. His time had come.

In the City of Darkness, as Michael and the others discussed their strategies, a sudden chill swept through the air. The ground trembled, and a piercing, otherworldly scream echoed through the city. Azazel had returned.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “He’s here,” he said, his voice laced with both irritation and anticipation. “Time to face him again.”

They moved swiftly to the city’s outskirts, where the sky had darkened unnaturally, roiling with storm clouds. The ground cracked open, and from the abyss, Azazel emerged, his presence an overwhelming wave of darkness and power.

Azazel’s new form was monstrous, a fusion of angelic and demonic features, his wings now vast and obsidian, his eyes burning with a cold, malevolent fire. “Michael,” he roared, his voice reverberating through the very fabric of reality. “Lucifer. Your feeble alliance will not save you from the inevitable. This world will be mine!”

Michael drew his sword, its divine light cutting through the darkness. “Azazel, your ambitions end here. We will not let you destroy creation.”

Lucifer stepped forward, his own sword materializing in his hand. “You’ve picked the wrong side of history, Azazel. Time to send you back to the void.”