I'm The Devil - Chapter 228

Chapter 228: “That They Won’t”

Lucifer’s eyes softened as he observed Khaos’s intense reaction. He understood her pain and the deep wounds that His actions had caused. Stepping closer, he spoke gently, yet firmly, his voice imbued with a blend of empathy and determination.

“Khaos, I understand your hesitation and your anger. What He did to you was unforgivable, and the scars are deep. But consider this: summoning Him does not mean we have to submit to His will or forgive Him. We summon Him for a purpose that transcends our personal grievances.”

Khaos’s form wavered, her chaotic energy flickering as she grappled with her emotions. “Lucifer, you ask too much. The thought of facing Him again, after all that has transpired, is unbearable.”

Lucifer reached out, his hand hovering near her shifting form. “Khaos, this is not just about Him or us. It’s about creating something truly extraordinary—a realm where countless possibilities can flourish, where life can thrive in ways we can’t even imagine. The Omniverse would be a testament to our power, our vision. But we won’t be able to do it without Him. We are talking about countless worlds out there and many possibilities, and you might be surprised that from that world, there might be people who might emerge as powerful as I and Michael to help fight the Outer Beings who are now set to end both you and my Father. Please, let’s do this.”

Khaos’s chaotic form flickered with conflicting emotions, her essence torn between the desire to create something magnificent and the fear of facing Him again. Lucifer’s words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their potential.

“Khaos,” Lucifer continued, his voice steady and earnest, “we are on the brink of creating something beyond our wildest dreams. But without His essence, the foundation of our Omniverse will be unstable. We need His power to ensure that our creation can withstand the trials it will inevitably face, including the threat of the Outer Beings. Imagine a reality where countless beings, powerful and wise, can rise to join us in defending all that we create. This is bigger than our past. This is about the future of all existence.”

Khaos’s form wavered again, the swirling chaos momentarily calming as she considered Lucifer’s words. “The Outer Beings… If they are truly as powerful as you say, then our Omniverse would indeed need more than just our combined strength. It would need a multitude of champions, beings who could stand with us against such a formidable threat.”

Lucifer nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “Exactly. By creating this Omniverse, we aren’t just shaping a new reality—we’re forging an alliance of worlds, a defense against the encroaching darkness. We cannot achieve this alone, but with His essence, we can lay the groundwork for a legacy of strength and resilience.”

Khaos took a deep breath, her chaotic energy settling into a more stable form. “Very well, Lucifer. I will set aside my grievances for the sake of this greater vision. But mark my words, I will not tolerate any attempt by Him to control or manipulate our creation.”

Lucifer gave a solemn nod. “Understood. This is our creation, and we will ensure that it remains so.”

With newfound resolve, Lucifer called out, his voice resonating through the very fabric of existence. “Father, it’s time to get off your throne and grace us with your egoistic presence.”

The realm around them seemed to shiver in response to Lucifer’s words. The air thickened with a palpable tension, and a blinding light began to coalesce before them. The brilliance was overwhelming, forcing even Lucifer and Khaos to shield their eyes momentarily.

When the light subsided, a figure stood before them, radiating an aura of pure, unbridled power. God regarded them with a mixture of curiosity and solemnity. His presence was both comforting and imposing, a paradox that mirrored His nature.

“Lucifer, Khaos,” God’s voice was both a whisper and a thunderclap, reverberating through the very essence of the realm. “You have summoned Me. For what purpose?”

Lucifer stepped forward, his tone respectful yet firm. “Father, we seek to create an Omniverse—a boundless collection of worlds. To achieve this, we require Your foundational essence. We do not seek Your control or interference, merely Your initial spark to set our vision in motion.”

God’s gaze shifted to Khaos, His expression inscrutable. “And you, Khaos? Do you share this vision, despite our history?”

Khaos, her chaotic energy now a steady glow, met His gaze with unwavering resolve. “I do. This creation transcends our past conflicts. We are here to build something extraordinary, something that will stand against the threats we face.”

God’s light pulsed with contemplation, His presence a beacon of ancient wisdom. “An Omniverse… A grand and ambitious vision indeed. But to achieve what you have in mind, Lucifer, to create beings that would aid us against the Outer Beings, we are going to need the three entities which means, we are going to need Michael here.”

Lucifer’s face tightened at the mention of Michael, a mix of frustration and resignation flickering across his features. “I thought I would never see him again unless another crisis demanded it,” he muttered, his voice tinged with a blend of old rivalry and reluctant acceptance.

God’s gaze softened slightly. “Lucifer, I understand your reluctance. But to create an Omniverse capable of withstanding the Outer Beings, we need the strength and unity of all three entities: you, Michael, and Khaos. Each of us brings a unique essence that is crucial for this grand vision.”

Lucifer sighed, his mind racing through memories of past conflicts and alliances with Michael. He turned to Khaos, who watched him with a steady, supportive gaze. “Very well, Father,” Lucifer said, his voice steadying. “Summon Michael. Let’s see if he shares this vision.”

With a nod, God raised His hand again, summoning the third entity. The air shimmered once more, and another burst of light heralded the arrival of Michael. When the light faded, Michael stood before them, his expression a blend of curiosity and wariness.

“Lucifer,” Michael greeted, his voice calm yet firm.

Lucifer stepped forward. “Michael, we need you. We are on the brink of creating an Omniverse—a boundless collection of worlds teeming with life and potential. To achieve this, we need your essence, combined with ours. This is about more than our past conflicts; it’s about ensuring the survival of all existence against the threat of the Outer Beings.”

Michael considered the words, his gaze shifting between Lucifer, Khaos, and God. After a moment, he nodded. “If this creation can stand as a defense against the Outer Beings, then I will join you.”

Lucifer’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Thank you, Michael.”

The three of them—Lucifer, Michael, and Khaos—extended their hands towards each other, their divine energies intertwining. The realm shimmered with their combined power, the air thick with potential. Lucifer and Michael’s forms began to merge, their essences intertwining.

A brilliant light erupted from the fusion, the intensity of their combined might radiating through the realm. When the light subsided, a single entity stood before Khaos and God—Metatron, an embodiment of both creation and destruction, forged from the union of Lucifer and Michael.

Metatron’s presence was awe-inspiring, a harmonious blend of divine power and cosmic potential. His form shimmered with the combined essence of the two archangels, radiating an aura of unyielding strength and boundless creativity.

Metatron bowed his head. “We are ready. Let us create a realm where light and shadow, order and chaos, coexist in perfect balance. A realm that will stand as a testament to our vision and strength.”

With Metatron’s power now at the center, the creation of the Omniverse began in earnest. Stars ignited, galaxies swirled into existence, and countless worlds took form, each one a unique expression of their combined essences.

As the final threads of creation were woven, Metatron, Khaos, and God stood together, united in purpose and vision. Hand in hand, they gazed out over the countless worlds they had brought into existence, ready to nurture and protect their creation against the encroaching darkness. United in their vision, they forged a legacy that would endure for all eternity.

The vast, newly created Omniverse shimmered with vibrant energies and countless potentialities. Each galaxy spun with a symphony of creation, each star a beacon of possibilities, and each planet a canvas for life. Metatron, standing at the very heart of this expansive creation, felt the immense weight and wonder of the newly formed realms.

Khaos, her chaotic energy more stable than ever before, floated beside Metatron, her gaze sweeping over their creation. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and a touch of reverence. “So much potential, so many paths yet to be forged.”

Metatron nodded, his gaze equally absorbed by the magnitude of their achievement. “This is only the beginning. The true test lies ahead, in nurturing and protecting this creation.”

God, His presence a steady and comforting light, stepped forward. “Indeed, Metatron. The Outer Beings will not be deterred easily. We must be vigilant and prepared.”

Khaos turned to God, her expression resolute. “We have created something extraordinary, something worth protecting at all costs. I will not allow the Outer Beings to destroy what we have built.”

Metatron smiled as He looked at their work, “that they won’t”