I'm The Devil - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: A Bloody War
The moment Lucifer and Satanael clashed, the battlefield exploded into chaos.

The skies trembled. The ground split apart. The air itself howled in agony.

And then—the war truly began.

The demons of Hell surged forward like a tidal wave of darkness, their forms ranging from monstrous beasts to regal, armored devils wreathed in black flames. Their roars filled the air as they crashed against the grotesque horrors of the Outer Gods.

The monstrosities shrieked, their bodies shifting and writhing in ways that defied logic. Some were masses of flesh and eyes, others were towering things with countless insectoid limbs, and some… some were simply wrong—things that existed outside of normal perception, flickering in and out of reality.

Then, among the chaos—voices.

From the depths of Hell’s forces, Bael, a towering three-headed demon king, stepped forward. His body was covered in gleaming obsidian armor, his six arms gripping massive flaming swords.

He gazed at the horde before him, eyes burning with contempt. “Disgusting filth,” he spat. “You don’t belong here.”

In response, one of the humanoid Outer beings stepped forth.

It had the form of a slender woman, her skin translucent, her veins pulsing with something that looked like liquid galaxies. Her face was smooth—too smooth, devoid of eyes, nose, or mouth. But when she spoke, her voice echoed directly in the minds of all around her.

“We belong everywhere,” she said. “We are the spaces between, the hunger that never ends.”

Bael grinned, revealing rows of jagged, inhuman teeth. “Then I’ll carve out that hunger myself.”

He lunged.

In an instant, their clash shook the battlefield. Bael’s swords met her shifting form, but every time his blades should have cut flesh, she twisted—her body splitting, reforming, phasing in and out of reality itself.

Then—her hand lashed out.

A single touch.

Bael’s right arm disappeared.

Not severed. Not burned. Just… gone. As if it had never existed.

Bael stumbled back, snarling, but his regeneration kicked in almost instantly, a new arm forming in seconds. “Tch… tricky little bitch.”

She tilted her head. “You think you can kill me?”

Bael wiped the blood from his mouth and grinned. “I don’t think—I know.”

And then, the real fight began.

Further away, a massive Outer creature loomed. It had no legs, only an endless, writhing mass of tendrils stretching in every direction. Dozens of gaping maws lined its body, each one filled with rotating teeth that ground together with sickening sounds.

This was The Devourer—a being that had consumed entire dimensions.

In front of it stood Beelzebub, a high ranking demon under the Lord of Gluttony, Bariel, a bloated demon with six insect wings and the face of a rotting corpse. Green bile dripped from his fanged mouth as he grinned at the abomination before him.

“Hah… you think you’re hunger?” Beelzebub chuckled, licking his cracked lips. “I am hunger.”

The Devourer didn’t speak—it only screamed.

Then, the two beings launched at each other, mouths wide.

Beelzebub’s jaw unhinged, opening impossibly wide, a swirling black hole of gluttony forming in his throat. The Devourer’s tendrils lashed forward, some snapping off and being eaten the moment they got too close.

But the Devourer was endless. For every tendril it lost, a dozen more took its place.

Beelzebub laughed even as his body was being torn apart. “Yes… yes! More! Give me more!”

And the grotesque feast continued.

The lesser demons and Outer creatures clashed in pure, merciless brutality.

A demon with blazing wings tore through a mass of slithering horrors, only for a tendril to impale him through the chest, his body rotting to dust in seconds.

A monstrous Outer beast the size of a building crashed into the earth, swallowing entire squadrons of demons whole—only for a high-ranking archdemon to rip it apart from the inside, bursting out in a spray of eldritch gore.

A pack of hound-like Outer creatures with eyes for teeth leaped onto a greater demon, gnawing at his flesh, their very bites unraveling reality around them. The demon roared, his body splitting into multiple versions of himself, attacking from different angles at once.

Everywhere—blood. Flesh. Screams.

Reality was breaking.

From atop Devil’s Peak, Nezha watched the battlefield, his grip tightening on his spear.

“This is worse than I thought…” he muttered.

Sun Wukong, balancing his staff on his shoulder, whistled. “Well, this looks fun.”

Nezha shot him an annoyed look. “Fun?”

Wukong shrugged. “I mean… yeah. Look at them go.” He grinned. “No way I’m missing this.”

And with that, he leaped—vanishing in an instant, reappearing in the heart of the battle.

With a single swing of his staff, a shockwave blasted through the field, sending both demons and Outer creatures flying.

Nezha sighed. “Damn monkey.”

Then, with a flash of golden light, he followed.

Loki, still standing on the cliffside, just smirked. “Guess I should do something too.”

He snapped his fingers.

A hundred illusions of himself flickered into existence, all rushing into battle at once.

Lucifer vs. Satanael—A Clash Between Gods

Above all of it, in the sky painted with hellfire and abyssal energy, Lucifer and Satanael clashed over and over again.

Each strike sent shockwaves through the entire realm.

Lucifer’s black wings beat once, and a storm of infernal energy erupted, scorching through Satanael’s defenses.

Satanael retaliated, his newfound eldritch power twisting space itself, shattering the laws of reality with each attack.

“I am beyond what I once was!” Satanael roared. “I will surpass you, Lucifer!”

Lucifer smirked, dodging an incoming blast with effortless grace. “You wish.”

Then, in an instant, he appeared behind Satanael.

Before Satanael could react—

Lucifer’s hand closed around his skull.

And with a single movement—

He slammed Satanael into the ground, the force shattering the entire battlefield beneath them.

The war waged on.

Blood soaked the land.

The Outer Gods watched.

And the fate of the realms—hung in the balance.

Bariel watched the battlefield, his arms crossed as chaos raged before him. Demons and Outer creatures tore into each other, blood and flesh flying in every direction.

“So… are we just gonna stand here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure we came here to fight.”

Moronuel stretched his arms, cracking his neck with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. No point in sitting this one out. Besides…” His grin widened, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I’ve been itching for a good brawl.”

The others exchanged glances before nodding, smirks creeping onto their faces.

All except for Coriel—who was already knocked out, snoring peacefully amidst the carnage.

Amiel sighed. “Unbelievable.”

Asmodeus just laughed. “Leave him. He’ll wake up when it gets interesting.”

And with that, they stepped forward—ready to join the bloodbath.