I'm The Devil - Chapter 302

Chapter 302: He Is Holding Back
The Depths of Hell

The air was thick with heat, the ground beneath him cracked and pulsing with molten veins. Satanael stood in the heart of the abyss, his massive wings stretched wide as his form grew with each passing second. His once-pale skin deepened into a darker shade of red, black tattoos burning into his flesh like ancient runes seared by hellfire. His muscles expanded, his presence swelling, and the very ground trembled beneath him.

Power. More than he had ever wielded before. The gifts of the Outer Gods coursed through him, fueling his transformation.

A deep, rumbling laugh escaped his lips. With this, even Lucifer won’t be able to stand against me.

But then—

A ripple in the air. A shift in the fabric of existence itself.

A presence.

Ancient. Absolute.

The heat of the abyss faltered for a moment as a dark mist coiled through the air. The torches of hell flickered, not from wind, but from something deeper. A force beyond the gods and demons of this realm.

Satanael’s eyes snapped open, glowing like molten gold. He turned sharply—

And there she stood.

A woman. Dressed in black, her long, flowing hair darker than the void itself. Her skin was flawless, smooth, and untouched by time, yet there was an agelessness about her, something beyond comprehension.

But it was her eyes—black as oblivion, deeper than the abyss—that sent a rare pulse of fear through Satanael’s chest.

Khaos.

The mother of destruction. The one who existed before time had a name.

His jaw clenched, his fingers twitching with restrained instinct. He had faced gods, demons, even celestial beings. But before her? Acting mighty was a death sentence.

Still, he refused to kneel. Instead, he straightened his posture, his massive form casting a looming shadow over the abyss. “What are you doing here?” His voice was steady, but he didn’t dare lace it with arrogance.

Khaos took a single step forward. The ground beneath her didn’t crack—it simply ceased to exist, as if reality itself bent around her presence.

She tilted her head slightly, a lazy smirk playing at her lips. “I know you’re planning to take on Lucifer.”

Satanael’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.

Khaos chuckled, soft but cold. “With that borrowed power from the Outer Gods, you actually think you stand a chance?” She exhaled through her nose, almost amused. “I have to tell you, you’re bound to fail.”

A flicker of defiance flashed in Satanael’s eyes, but before he could respond, the pressure in the air intensified.

Khaos’s black gaze bore into him.

“Lucifer is going to wreck you.”

The words were not a warning. They were a fact.

Satanael’s lips pressed together into a firm line, his fingers curling into fists. He wasn’t foolish enough to dismiss her words, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down either.

Khaos took another step, her expression unreadable. “Don’t worry,” she continued, her voice smooth but laced with something sinister. “Your father won’t get involved. Neither will I.”

Satanael stiffened slightly. That meant…

“He’s been holding back for far too long.” Khaos’s smirk widened. “It’s time for him to get serious.”

The abyss rumbled. The chains of the damned rattled in the distance.

Satanael swallowed down the heat rising in his throat.

Khaos leaned in slightly, her voice dropping into something more playful—yet still terrifying. “So if you even have the means to bring those Outer Gods here yourself, then you should.”

She straightened, tilting her head back slightly, her dark hair flowing like liquid shadow.

“Because I want to see my man wreck havoc.”

Satanael’s breath hitched for half a second.

The entire abyss fell silent.

Khaos turned away as if she had lost interest, her form beginning to dissolve into darkness. “But hey,” she added, glancing over her shoulder. “If you really think you can handle Lucifer…”

Her black eyes gleamed with something cruel.

“Go ahead and try.”

With that, she vanished.

The air snapped back into place, the oppressive weight lifting—but the chill in Satanael’s bones remained.

For the first time since his fall, a sliver of doubt crept into his mind.

Was he really ready to fight Lucifer Morningstar?

The Pangu Realm

The sky above the Pangu Realm was an endless swirl of colors, shifting between deep purples and burning golds, as if the universe itself was in motion. Towering mountains floated in the distance, waterfalls pouring into nothingness. It was a realm beyond mortal comprehension—an ancient land untouched by time.

At its center, seated on a throne of black stone adorned with silver flames, was Lucifer Morningstar. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed down at the three figures before him.

Sun Wukong, arms crossed, his golden eyes sharp with mischief. The Monkey King stood with an easy confidence, his red-furred tail flicking lazily behind him.

Loki, leaning casually on his staff, a smirk playing at his lips. The Trickster God looked more entertained than anything, his emerald-green cloak billowing slightly in the otherworldly breeze.

Nezha, standing straight, his arms folded. His expression was neutral, but there was a fire in his eyes, the same fire that had burned since his rebirth.

Lucifer exhaled, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Well,” he began, resting his chin on his hand. “You lot are gathered here not because of necessity but because I like you.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice smooth, almost teasing. “And because I want your names to be remembered as the friends of the Devil who fought by his side.”

Wukong snorted, scratching his ear with a finger. “Hah! So basically, we’re here for decoration?”

Lucifer chuckled. “Maybe. I do have an army, after all.” He leaned back, his wings shifting slightly behind him. “Maybe I just enjoy your company.”

Nezha narrowed his eyes. “That’s not like you, Lucifer. You always have a reason for what you do.”

Loki twirled his staff, tilting his head. “Or maybe the great Morningstar is just feeling sentimental.”

Lucifer smirked. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Loki’s grin widened. “Not at all. I quite enjoy watching you be sentimental.”

Wukong sat down cross-legged, resting Ruyi Jingu Bang across his shoulders. “So, what exactly are we dealing with? You don’t just gather three troublemakers in one place for small talk.”

Lucifer’s smile didn’t fade, but his eyes darkened slightly. He raised a hand, and the air in the throne room shimmered. A massive vision appeared before them—a swirling image of Satanael, his body growing larger, his tattoos glowing, his power distorting reality itself.

The energy radiating from the vision made even Wukong’s fur bristle slightly.

Nezha frowned. “That power… it doesn’t belong to him.”

Loki’s smirk dropped for the first time. “Outer Gods. Tch. Borrowing power from things that shouldn’t even exist.”

Lucifer let out a slow breath, watching Satanael’s image with faint amusement. “He thinks he’s strong enough to take me on now.” He flicked his fingers, making the vision vanish.

Loki exhaled through his nose. “And what about you? Do you want to fight him?”

Lucifer was silent for a moment, then he smiled—wider this time, but it wasn’t his usual carefree smirk. It was something sharper.

“He thinks he can take me on.”

Nezha crossed his arms. “Can he?”

Lucifer let his aura flare—just for a second. The entire throne room shook. The sky outside dimmed. Even the floating mountains in the distance trembled as if the realm itself was reacting to his presence.

The three gods before him tensed.

Then, just as quickly as it came, the pressure vanished.

Lucifer tilted his head, smiling like nothing had happened. “What do you think?”

Wukong let out a low whistle. “Damn. Haven’t felt that in a long time.”

Loki rolled his shoulders, muttering, “Alright, well, now I know why you never go all out.”

Nezha simply stared, his grip tightening around his spear. “…I get it now.”

Lucifer chuckled, resting his chin back on his hand. “So, what do you say? Stay and watch the fireworks? Or would you rather join in?”

Wukong grinned, spinning his staff. “You even have to ask?”

Loki smirked. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Nezha exhaled, eyes blazing. “Let’s see what Satanael’s so confident about.”

Lucifer’s grin widened. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Outside, the skies of the Pangu Realm rumbled—because soon, hell itself was going to break loose.