I'm The Devil - Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Outer Creatures
Gathering at the Devil’s Peak

The winds howled over the Devil’s Peak, carrying the echoes of distant storms. The sky above the Pangu Realm was still torn, streaked with crimson and black, remnants of the broken barriers between realms.

Lucifer sat comfortably on his blackened throne, legs crossed, his elbow resting lazily on the armrest. He looked completely at ease, despite the chaos unfolding across existence.

Before him, five figures descended onto the rocky peak, their auras pressing against the world like titanic weights.

Bariel.

Moronuel.

Asmodeus.

Coriel.

Amiel.

All of them once rulers in their own right. All of them now standing before the one true King of Hell.

They bowed.

“What you said was true,” Asmodeus spoke first, his voice deep and serious. His expression was tense—awkward, even. Of course, it would be. He was once an accomplice to Satanael’s plans. “Indeed, one of us was trying to betray you. And as you already know… it was Satanael.”

Lucifer’s crimson eyes flicked to him, an amused smirk playing at his lips. “Okay.”

Silence.

Asmodeus blinked. “That’s it? Just ‘okay’?”

Lucifer chuckled, tapping his fingers against the armrest. “You’re here because you want to join the winning side, I believe?”

Asmodeus exhaled sharply, looking away. “Tch.”

Moronuel sighed, stepping forward. “Satanael has gone too far. When his plan to unleash an army in the realms failed, he decided to call upon the Outer Gods for backup.” He folded his arms. “I don’t know what he’s planning, but I believe it to be dangerous. And if that’s the case…” He looked directly at Lucifer. “You’re going to need all the help you can get.”

Lucifer’s gaze flickered with interest.

“Outer Gods, huh?”

For the first time since this all started, he actually seemed a little bothered.

Coriel yawned, stretching her arms lazily. “Speak for yourself, Moronuel.” She leaned on her spear like it was a walking stick. “I’m just here to show Lucifer that I’m on his side. I don’t plan on fighting.” Her golden eyes blinked slowly, her tone completely indifferent. “It’ll ruin my rest.”

Loki, who had been watching from the sidelines, snorted. “Must be nice to be that lazy in the middle of a war.”

Lucifer let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You guys can stay and do whatever you want. As long as you don’t have any ill intent of betraying me, I won’t mind you.”

Ameil clicked her tongue. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She glanced around, looking almost bored. “More importantly—where are those wives of yours?” She grinned slightly. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Lucifer chuckled, tilting his head. “Oh? You missed them that much?”

Ameil’s eyes glowed faintly. “Of course.”

Sun Wukong, still leaning on his staff, looked between all of them and exhaled. “Man, you devils are all insane.”

Nezha crossed his arms. “Not just insane. Arrogant, too.”

Lucifer just smirked. “And yet, you’re still standing here with me.”

The wind picked up, carrying the distant sound of battle across the realms.

The war was escalating.

But Lucifer had already won the first battle.

And now, all eyes were on what came next.

Hell’s Abyss

The air in Hell was thick with a rotting, suffocating presence—something even the damned souls would cower from.

Satanael stood in the center of a twisted nightmare.

Surrounding him were things that should not exist.

Monstrosities—shapeless, writhing masses of flesh and darkness, with too many limbs, too many mouths, and too many eyes that blinked in unnatural, unsettling rhythms. Their bodies dripped with corruption, their forms shifting and contorting as if reality itself rejected them.

But among them—five figures stood apart.

Unlike the rest, these ones were humanoid.

Or at least, they looked close enough.

Each of them radiated an overwhelming, otherworldly pressure, far beyond anything the lesser creatures could produce. Their eyes held no light, no warmth—just a bottomless abyss of hunger.

One of them—a tall, slender being with ashen skin and a face covered in golden markings—stepped forward. His expression was unreadable, his black sclera making his golden irises shine like predatory stars.

“So, who are we fighting?”

His voice was smooth, calm. Too calm.

Another figure—a woman with void-black skin and four curved horns—grinned, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim hellfire.

“The Outer Gods expect results this time, Satanael. Not failure.” She tilted her head. “Like the last one… what was his name again? Azazel?”

She let out a mocking chuckle. “He was such a disappointment.”

Satanael’s jaw tightened.

He knew exactly what she was doing.

But he wasn’t going to let these things look down on him.

His golden eyes burned, his aura flaring. The power of the Outer Gods surged within him, making the air itself twist and groan under the weight of his presence.

“Don’t look down on me.”

His voice was low, but it carried a dangerous edge.

“I was once the second strongest in Heaven before my fall. And now—” He clenched his fists, the sigils of the Outer Gods glowing across his arms and chest. The ground beneath him cracked, unable to withstand his power.

“Now, with their strength combined with mine…” His lips curled into a cold smirk.

“I will have Lucifer beneath me in no time.”

The horned woman hummed, eyeing him for a moment before grinning. “Good.”

She raised her hand and tore into the fabric of space like it was mere cloth.

A portal ripped open, swirling with unholy energy, its edges pulsating like a living wound. Through it, the image of a floating mountain—Devil’s Peak—was visible.

She glanced at Satanael, her dark eyes gleaming.

“This should take us to where your brother is.”

Without hesitation, the monstrosities began to move.

One by one, the twisted creatures took to the air, their grotesque forms slithering, crawling, and flying toward the tear in space. Their guttural, unearthly screeches echoed across Hell as they disappeared into the abyss.

The humanoid ones followed, their expressions unreadable, their power suffocating.

Satanael took one last look at the empty throne behind him.

Then, with a single step, he entered the portal.

And Hell was silent once more.

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Meanwhile, on Devil’s Peak—

The sky began to split apart.