I'm The Devil - Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Prelude To The Great Flood 12

Before he could unleash his attack, a blinding light descended from the heavens, enveloping the battlefield in a radiant glow. The ground shook, and a sense of profound peace and power washed over everyone present.

The light coalesced into figures of unparalleled majesty: Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel, the other archangels, arrived to aid their brethren. Each exuded an aura of divine power, their presence bolstering the resolve of Michael and his allies.

Gabriel, the Messenger of God, stepped forward, his trumpet glowing with celestial energy. “Azazel, your reign of terror ends now,” he declared, his voice echoing with authority. He raised his trumpet, releasing a powerful blast of holy sound that reverberated through the battlefield, disrupting Azazel’s concentration and weakening his dark energy.

Raphael, the Healer, stood beside Michael, his staff glowing with a soothing light. “Be strong, my brothers and sisters,” he said, casting a healing wave over the wounded. “Our combined strength will vanquish this darkness.” His presence invigorated the allies, restoring their energy and mending their wounds.

Uriel, the Flame of God, joined Lucifer, his eyes blazing with righteous fire. “You have caused enough suffering, Azazel. Face the wrath of Heaven.” He unleashed a torrent of holy flames, merging with Lucifer’s hellfire, creating a whirlwind of destructive energy that bore down on Azazel.

Azazel, though powerful, now faced the combined might of the archangels and their allies. His dark energy surged in defiance, but he was pushed back, his attacks becoming increasingly desperate.

Michael, his strength renewed by Raphael’s healing, charged at Azazel with his sword of divine light. “You cannot withstand the united forces of Heaven and Earth,” he shouted, his blade cutting through the dark energy.

Lucifer, his infernal blade burning with renewed vigor, slashed at Azazel, their blades clashing in a shower of sparks. “And Hell” he said flashing a smile at Michael, before he focused back on Azazel, “This ends now,” he growled, his strikes precise and relentless.

Lilith and Fang Hua, their powers enhanced by the presence of the archangels, continued their assault. Lilith’s ancient magics and Fang Hua’s shadow manipulation struck at Azazel’s weak points, their attacks coordinated and effective.

Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel each added their own powers to the fray. Gabriel’s holy soundwaves, Raphael’s healing light, and Uriel’s purifying flames created a symphony of divine energy that assailed Azazel from all sides.

Azazel, now cornered and overwhelmed, roared in fury and frustration. “You think you can defeat me?” he bellowed, his dark form flickering with instability. “I am eternal!”

Gabriel stepped forward, his trumpet raised. “No, Azazel,” he said, his voice calm and unwavering. “You are a fallen angel who has strayed too far. Your time is over.”

With a final, unified strike, the archangels and their allies unleashed their combined power upon Azazel. The dark energy that surrounded him shattered, his form collapsing under the weight of their assault. Azazel screamed, his voice fading into the void as he was finally subdued.

The battlefield fell silent as the last echoes of the battle faded away. The dark clouds parted, revealing a sky filled with stars. The ground, once shattered and broken, began to heal, the fissures closing and the air clearing.

Michael lowered his sword, his gaze steady. “It is done,” he said, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

Lucifer, standing beside him, sheathed his blade. “For now,” he agreed, his eyes still watchful. “But we must remain vigilant. The forces of darkness will always seek a way back.”

Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel nodded in agreement. “We will stand ready,” Uriel said, his voice resolute. “Together, we will protect this world from any threat.”

Lilith and Fang Hua, their powers spent but their spirits unbroken, stood with the archangels. “We are with you,” Lilith said, her voice steady. “For the balance of all realms.”

Fang Hua nodded, her gaze fierce. “We fight for all that is good and just.”

As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the united forces of Heaven and Earth stood together, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that as long as they remained united, no darkness could ever truly prevail.

As the united forces of Heaven and Earth stood victorious, the remnants of Azazel’s dark energy dissipated into the air. Michael, Lucifer, Lilith, Fang Hua, and the other archangels felt a sense of relief, but they knew their battle was far from over. Vigilance was now their duty, for the forces of darkness would undoubtedly regroup.

In a realm beyond the physical and the divine, where the very fabric of existence was different, entities known as the Outer Beings observed the floating, defeated form of Azazel. These beings, ancient and unfathomable, existed beyond the comprehension of mortals and even angels. Their forms shifted and twisted in the void, reflecting the chaos and order they embodied.

Azazel’s body hovered before them, still crackling with residual dark energy. He was in a state of suspended animation, a consequence of his immense power and the combined might of his adversaries. The Outer Beings communicated through thoughts and impressions, their “voices” resonating in the void.

**Outer Being 1**: *He has failed, but he is not lost.*

**Outer Being 2**: *The power we granted him was substantial, yet he was still overcome. The forces of light and darkness have united against him.*

**Outer Being 3**: *This is an unprecedented alliance. We underestimated their resolve and the strength of their unity.*

They surrounded Azazel, their forms swirling and merging, contemplating their next move. Their goal was to disrupt the balance, to plunge creation into chaos and darkness.

**Outer Being 4**: *We must enhance him further. His defeat is a temporary setback.*

**Outer Being 5**: *Or perhaps… we should change our strategy. More power alone may not suffice. We need to grant him not just strength, but new abilities. Something unexpected.*

The beings reached out with their ethereal tendrils, examining Azazel’s essence. They infused him with dark energy, altering his very nature, making him stronger, more resilient, and imbuing him with new, arcane powers. They whispered ancient, forbidden knowledge into his subconscious, knowledge that could turn the tide in favour.