I'm The Devil - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: PTTGF 13 – Corrupted Watchers

**Outer Being 6**: *He will rise again, more powerful than before. But this time, he will wield the shadows and the light in ways his enemies cannot predict.*

**Outer Being 7**: *Let him be the harbinger of our will. The balance will be broken, and the realms will fall into darkness.*

Azazel’s body began to glow with a dark, ominous light, his wounds healing and his energy restoring. His eyes opened, now burning with an even fiercer intensity, reflecting the newfound power and knowledge bestowed upon him by the Outer Beings.

**Azazel**: *I… am… eternal.*

He floated upward, the dark energy around him pulsating with renewed vigor. The Outer Beings watched in satisfaction as their pawn was reborn, now a true embodiment of their chaotic will.

**Outer Being 1**: *Go forth, Azazel. The realms await your return. Bring chaos, and fulfill your destiny.*

The Outer Beings, satisfied with Azazel’s rebirth, turned their attention to other potential allies within their vast, chaotic domain. They knew that to ensure their plan’s success, Azazel would need more than just raw power—he would need formidable allies of his own.

**Outer Being 2**: *Our pawn is ready, but he will require more support to crush his enemies.*

**Outer Being 3**: *Indeed. The Watchers—those who once swore fealty to the celestial order but now just like Azazel, can be used to further our goal*

They reached out with their tendrils of thought, seeking the presence of the Watchers. These ancient beings, fallen angels like Azazel, had been cast out for their rebellion. They now lurked in the peripheries of the Outer Realms, powerful and bitter, waiting for an opportunity to strike back at their former brethren.

In a realm of shadows and whispers, the Watchers sensed the summons. Among them were leaders of great power: Samyaza, who once led the rebellion; Arakiel, the master of the elements; and Sariel, the seer of fates. They gathered in a dark, swirling vortex of energy, heeding the call of the Outer Beings.

**Samyaza**: *Why do you call upon us? We are not pawns to be moved at your whim.*

**Outer Being 4**: *You misunderstand, Samyaza. This is an opportunity for you to reclaim your glory and power. Aid Azazel, and together you can bring the celestial order to its knees.*

**Arakiel**: *We have watched Azazel’s struggle. His defeat was a setback, but his power is undeniable and I want a power like that*

**Sariel**: *I see paths of destiny converging. The time for action is now.*

The Outer Beings infused the Watchers with additional dark energy, enhancing their abilities and binding them to Azazel’s cause. They could feel the surge of power, a promise of vengeance, and a chance to overturn the celestial order that had cast them aside.

**Outer Being 5**: *Join Azazel. Your combined strength will be unstoppable.*

With a final surge of energy, the Watchers were transported to Azazel’s side. He stood at the edge of a darkened realm, his form radiating with newfound power. Upon seeing the Watchers, he nodded in acknowledgment.

**Azazel**: *Welcome, my brothers. Together, we will reclaim our place and shatter the balance forever.*

**Samyaza**: *We are with you, Azazel. Let the heavens tremble.*

**Arakiel**: *We will bring the elements to our side.*

**Sariel**: *Destiny has aligned us. Let us fulfill it.*

As they prepared for the next assault, the landscape around them darkened, crackling with anticipation. The united front of Azazel and the Watchers promised a formidable force, one that would challenge even the most steadfast of the celestial defenders.

The Watchers gathered in a shadowed enclave, a place hidden from the eyes of both Heaven and Earth. Here, they could plan and prepare without interruption. Azazel stood at the center, his dark aura a testament to the newfound power bestowed upon him by the Outer Beings. Samyaza, Arakiel, and Sariel formed a circle around him, their expressions grim and resolute.

Samyaza broke the silence first, his voice a deep rumble. “We cannot rely solely on brute force. Michael and Lucifer have proven their resilience. To defeat them, we must be cunning. We need to disrupt their unity.”

Arakiel nodded, his eyes glinting with a mix of determination and malice. “Natural disasters can create chaos and force their forces to spread thin. Earthquakes, hurricanes, and tidal waves will strike at different regions, keeping them constantly on the defensive.”

Sariel, ever the seer, spoke with a voice that seemed to echo from the depths of time. “Confusion will be our ally. I can weave illusions, manipulate their perceptions, and make them question their reality. They will strike at shadows, wasting their strength.”

Azazel, his form crackling with dark energy, considered their words. “Dividing their forces is a good start. But we must also strike at their morale. If we can sow seeds of doubt and fear, their unity will crumble. Sariel, your illusions will be key. Can you make them believe their allies are turning against them?”

A cold smile spread across Sariel’s face. “It will be done. They will see betrayal where there is none, and their trust in one another will erode.”

Samyaza added, “We should also target their leaders. Without Michael and Lucifer, their forces will be disoriented. We need to draw them out and strike when they are vulnerable.”

Arakiel raised a hand, conjuring a small whirlwind that dissipated into sparks. “And when they are weakened, we unleash our full power. They won’t be able to withstand a coordinated assault from all sides.”

Azazel nodded, satisfied with the plan taking shape. “Good. We will attack in stages. First, Arakiel, you will create the natural disasters. Keep them occupied and spread thin. Sariel, while they are distracted, your illusions will start to fray their trust and sow confusion. Samyaza and I will prepare for the main assault, targeting their leaders when the time is right.”

The Watchers exchanged looks of agreement, their determination palpable. They knew that their success depended on meticulous planning and perfect execution. There was no room for error.

Samyaza, always the strategist, suggested an additional layer to their plan. “We should also plant spies within their ranks. Disguised as their allies, they can feed us information and sabotage their efforts from within. I have a few loyal followers who can take on this task.”

Azazel’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Excellent. The more disarray we can cause, the better our chances. Let’s move swiftly. The longer we wait, the stronger their defenses will become.”

With their plan set, the Watchers dispersed to their respective tasks. Arakiel moved to summon the fury of the elements, focusing his powers on creating devastating natural disasters. Sariel began weaving her intricate illusions, casting spells that would create mistrust and fear among their enemies. Samyaza set about recruiting and positioning spies within the celestial forces, ensuring they would be ready to strike from within when the time came.

Azazel, meanwhile, prepared himself for the final confrontation. He meditated in the center of the enclave, drawing upon the dark energy bestowed by the Outer Beings. His mind was a whirlwind of strategies and scenarios, each one designed to bring about the downfall of Michael and Lucifer. He knew that this time, with the Watchers by his side and their plan in motion, victory was within his grasp.

As the shadows deepened around him, Azazel felt a sense of grim satisfaction. The celestial defenders had no idea what was coming. The Watchers, empowered and united, were ready to shatter the balance and plunge the realms into chaos. The stage was set, and the players were in place. All that remained was to strike.