I'm The Devil - Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Shove Your Dream Up Your Ass

Lucifer led his wives deeper into the infernal realms, their laughter echoing through the twisted corridors of Hell. The landscape around them was a macabre blend of dark beauty and haunting decay, with flames flickering in the distance and grotesque statues lining their path. The wives marveled at the eerie yet captivating sights, each with a different expression of intrigue and curiosity.

As they reached a secluded glade where the ground was less treacherous and the air was marginally less acrid, Lucifer decided it was the perfect spot for a brief respite. They settled down, sharing stories and enjoying each other’s company, the bizarre beauty of Hell serving as an unusual backdrop for their intimate moments.

Aphrodite, with her usual charm, leaned against Lucifer, her voice a melodic whisper as she shared tales of ancient love and passion. Amaterasu, radiant even in the depths of Hell, spoke of the light and its eternal struggle against darkness. Bast, her eyes gleaming with mischief, recounted the secrets of the feline world, while Hestia, ever the hearth keeper, spoke of warmth and home, bringing a sense of peace even in this infernal place.

Just as they were about to delve deeper into their conversations, Lucifer felt a sudden, powerful tug within his being. It was as though an unseen force was summoning him, calling out from another realm. The sensation was both foreign and familiar, an echo of something ancient and potent. His eyes narrowed, and he straightened, the carefree demeanor vanishing as he concentrated on the source of this mysterious call.

His wives noticed the change immediately, their expressions shifting from contentment to concern. Aphrodite was the first to speak, her voice soft but laced with worry. “Lucifer, what is it?”

Lucifer’s gaze was distant, his mind reaching out to discern the nature of the summon. “I’m being called,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “From another realm. It’s powerful and persistent.”

Amaterasu’s eyes widened with concern. “Should we be worried?”

Lucifer shook his head slowly. “I don’t know yet. But I need to find out.” He rose to his feet, his wives following suit, their earlier mirth replaced with a readiness for whatever might come.

He closed his eyes, focusing his immense power on the source of the call. The air around them seemed to shimmer and pulse with dark energy as he delved deeper into the summoning force. It was not from Hell or Earth, but from a place that felt strangely adjacent to both—a realm that intersected with their own but remained hidden from mortal and infernal eyes.

As Lucifer concentrated, a portal began to materialize before them, swirling with dark energy and emitting an eerie glow. The call grew stronger, more insistent, pulling at the very core of his being. He looked at his wives, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I must go,” he said firmly. “Stay here and wait for me. I’ll find out what this is and return as soon as I can.”

Aphrodite stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. “Be careful, my love.”

He nodded, his eyes softening for a moment before he turned towards the portal. With a final glance back at his wives, he stepped through, the swirling energy enveloping him as he vanished from their sight.

On the other side of the portal, Lucifer found himself in a realm that was both familiar and alien. The landscape was a stark contrast to Hell—verdant and lush, yet tinged with an otherworldly aura that spoke of ancient power and hidden dangers. The air was thick with magic, and the skies were a swirling tapestry of colors that defied earthly description.

As he surveyed his surroundings, Lucifer felt the summon intensify, guiding him towards a distant mountain range. He set off, his steps purposeful and swift, his mind racing with questions. Who or what had summoned him? And to what end?

The journey was swift, the landscape shifting around him with each step, as if the realm itself were alive and responding to his presence. As he approached the mountains, he saw a figure standing atop a peak, silhouetted against the vibrant sky.

As Lucifer drew closer to the peak, the figure’s features became clearer. It was Khaos, the primordial embodiment of the void and disorder, a being older than the cosmos itself. Her presence was both awe-inspiring and unsettling, with an aura of raw, untamed power that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the realm.

Khaos turned to face Lucifer, her eyes a swirling vortex of chaos and creation. Her form was constantly shifting, a fluid amalgamation of shadows and light, embodying the very essence of unpredictability.

“Lucifer,” Khaos intoned, her voice resonating with an ancient echo that seemed to reverberate through the mountains. “I am glad you answered my summon.”

Lucifer inclined his head in acknowledgment, his curiosity piqued. “Khaos,” he responded, his voice respectful yet probing. “Why have you called me here? What is this place?”

Khaos gestured to the verdant, yet eerily empty landscape around them. “This is a world I have newly created, a realm born from the very essence of chaos and potential. But it is devoid of life, a canvas awaiting creation. Despite my nature, or perhaps because of it, I find myself at an impasse. I have summoned you to assist me in bringing life to this world.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he surveyed the landscape. The air was thick with latent magic, the sky a swirling tapestry of colors, but there was an unmistakable void where life should be. “You want me to help you create life?” he asked, his tone both intrigued and cautious.

Khaos nodded, her ever-shifting form momentarily stabilizing. “Yes. Your power, your understanding of both order and disorder, makes you uniquely suited to this task. I can create the realm, but the intricacies of life elude me. Together, we can weave the threads of existence and bring forth something truly extraordinary.”

Lucifer considered this, his mind racing with possibilities. The chance to shape a new world, to create life from the void, was an opportunity both daunting and exhilarating. He nodded slowly, his decision made. “Very well, Khaos. I will help you.”

Khaos’s form seemed to brighten, her chaotic energy thrumming with newfound intensity. “Thank you, Lucifer. Let us begin.”

Lucifer stepped forward, extending his hand towards the ground. He closed his eyes, summoning the vast reservoir of his power. Dark energy swirled around his fingertips, mingling with the latent magic of the realm. He focused on the essence of life, drawing from the depths of his knowledge and experience.

Khaos watched intently, her chaotic energy coalescing around them, amplifying Lucifer’s efforts. Together, they began to weave the threads of existence, combining their powers to shape the very fabric of life.

As the dark energy flowed into the ground, the landscape began to transform. Grass sprouted from the barren earth, trees stretched towards the sky, their leaves unfurling in a riot of green. Flowers bloomed in vibrant hues, and the air filled with the soft hum of insects. Streams of water carved their way through the terrain, bringing life to every corner of the realm.

Lucifer and Khaos continued their work, shaping creatures to inhabit this new world. Birds took flight, their songs filling the air, while animals of all shapes and sizes roamed the newly created forests and plains. The realm was coming alive, a testament to their combined power and creativity.

As the final touches were added, Lucifer stepped back, surveying the world they had created. It was a place of beauty and wonder, a harmonious blend of order and chaos, life and potential.

Khaos’s form stabilized once more, her chaotic energy settling into a calm, steady glow. “We have done it,” she said, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. “This world is alive, thanks to you.”

Lucifer nodded thoughtfully, the satisfaction of their achievement mingling with a spark of deeper ambition. The act of creation had awakened a desire within him—an insatiable urge to push beyond the boundaries of a single world.

“Khaos,” he began, his voice contemplative, “what if we didn’t stop at just this world? What if we created something even greater?”

Khaos’s eyes narrowed slightly, the swirling chaos within them intensifying. “What do you mean, Lucifer?”

He turned to her, his gaze piercing and filled with an ancient fire. “An Omniverse. A collection of worlds, each unique and teeming with life. A grand tapestry of existence, where every thread is a new reality.”

The idea hung in the air between them, heavy with potential and peril. Khaos’s form shimmered, her energy vibrating with the magnitude of the proposal. “An Omniverse… It is a grand vision, Lucifer.”

Lucifer nodded. “I know. And to achieve such a monumental creation, we need His intervention.”

Khaos’s chaotic energy pulsed with a mix of excitement and hesitation. “You mean Him. Your bastard of a Father, the one who imprisoned me and forced me into a relationship?”

“Yes,” Lucifer affirmed

Khaos shook her head, “I’m sorry but you can go shove your dream up your ass if it involves him”