I'm The Devil - Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Lucifer Vs Satanael
The Clash of Fallen Gods

Above the chaos of the battlefield, two figures clashed, their blows shaking the sky itself.

Lucifer and Satanael moved at speeds beyond mortal comprehension, their strikes sending shockwaves that shattered reality around them. The very fabric of existence twisted with each collision of their power, the air splitting apart with every clash.

Lucifer was calm, his movements effortless, his white wings cutting through the burning winds. His every attack was precise, almost playful. He wasn’t fighting seriously—he was toying with Satanael.

Satanael, on the other hand, fought like a man possessed. His corrupted wings, now twisted by eldritch power, flared behind him, leaving trails of unnatural energy in their wake. His golden armor was cracked, pulsing with the cosmic influence that had reshaped him, but his eyes burned with relentless fury.

He believed he could match Lucifer.

He was wrong.

A Dance of Blades and Light

Their swords met in the air. Lucifer’s black blade, wreathed in infernal fire, clashed against Satanael’s weapon, a jagged thing dripping with the essence of the Outer Gods. Sparks and black lightning erupted from the impact, raining down upon the battlefield below like falling stars.

Satanael twisted his body, vanishing in an instant, reappearing behind Lucifer with a downward slash aimed at his spine.

But Lucifer was faster.

Without even turning, he raised two fingers.

Clang.

Satanael’s blade stopped dead against Lucifer’s fingers, unable to move an inch further.

Lucifer smirked. “Slow.”

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent Satanael hurtling through the air, his body spinning uncontrollably before he managed to right himself. His wings flared wide, stopping his momentum, but Lucifer was already there, appearing before him with a lazy smile.

A fist drove into Satanael’s stomach.

The force bent space itself, and a deafening boom echoed across the battlefield. Satanael’s body rocketed downward like a meteor, crashing into the war-torn land below, sending up a shockwave that obliterated everything in a mile-wide radius.

The fighting demons and eldritch horrors were sent flying by the sheer force of impact, their screams lost in the thunderous explosion. The ground cracked open, forming a crater so deep it seemed to reach the core of the world itself.

And yet—Satanael rose.

He coughed, ichor dripping from his mouth, his grip tightening around his sword. His body ached, his organs screamed in agony, but he refused to believe it.

He couldn’t be weaker.

No. He wasn’t weaker.

He grinned, wiping the blood from his lips. “You haven’t changed, Lucifer. Always arrogant.”

Lucifer slowly descended from the sky, landing gently on the shattered remains of the battlefield. His hands rested in his pockets, his expression unreadable. “And you still talk too much.”

Satanael roared and surged forward.

His blade became a blur of movement, slashing at Lucifer from every possible angle. Each strike bent reality, tearing rifts into the void, sending arcs of black lightning and eldritch energy spiraling through the sky.

Lucifer dodged effortlessly.

A slight tilt of his head. A step to the side. A lazy shift of his foot.

Every swing of Satanael’s sword met nothing but empty air.

Satanael snarled, his attacks growing faster, wilder. He teleported behind Lucifer, then above him, then below him—striking from a thousand different directions in an instant.

But Lucifer was always a step ahead.

With a sigh, Lucifer raised a single hand.

Then—he caught Satanael’s sword.

The eldritch blade, capable of slicing through dimensions, was frozen in place, gripped effortlessly by Lucifer’s fingers.

Satanael’s eyes widened.

Lucifer’s smirk widened. “Are you done?”

Then, with a simple flick of his wrist—

CRACK.

Satanael’s sword shattered.

The twisted, corrupted metal broke apart like brittle glass, scattering into the winds.

Satanael barely had time to react before Lucifer’s foot slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward, crashing through the battlefield like a cannonball.

The Abyss Awakens

But then—the air shifted.

The battlefield trembled.

Something dark, something wrong pulsed from Satanael’s broken form.

Slowly, he rose again.

His body twisted, his wings stretching into something more grotesque. The eldritch corruption inside him surged, pulsing like a heartbeat, warping the air around him. His veins bulged with inhuman power, his golden eyes flickering with an unnatural glow.

“I see…” Satanael exhaled, his breath coming out in a mist of blackened light. “You’re holding back.”

Lucifer tilted his head. “Obviously.”

Satanael’s face twisted in rage.

The ground beneath him shattered as he launched himself forward, his speed faster than before, his entire form a blur of madness and power.

Lucifer’s eyes flickered with something resembling amusement.

Satanael threw a punch.

Lucifer raised his hand.

The moment their fists connected—the entire world broke.

Space fractured. The battlefield collapsed under the sheer force of their clash. A shockwave tore through the sky, splitting the heavens apart. Stars flickered. The war itself seemed to pause, as if the universe itself had been struck.

The very laws of reality screamed in agony.

And still—Lucifer remained calm.

Satanael, breathing heavily, grinned. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”

Lucifer’s lips curled. “What are you talking about?”

Then, in an instant—

Lucifer’s hand shot forward, grabbing Satanael’s throat.

Before Satanael could react, Lucifer drove him into the ground again, this time with such force that the earth itself caved in, creating an abyss beneath them.

Lucifer leaned down, looking into Satanael’s dazed eyes.

“This is fun and all,” Lucifer said, his voice smooth, almost lazy. “But you do realize you can’t win, right?”

Satanael growled, his power surging once more. The eldritch influence inside him twisted, the darkness swelling, growing. His body convulsed, his aura expanding into something massive, something monstrous.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you about to do something interesting?”

Satanael’s eyes burned. “I’ll wipe that smug look off your face.”

Lucifer’s smirk widened. “Go ahead and try.”

And then—the fight continued.

The Battlefield Crumbles

Satanael roared, his aura erupting like a living storm. The eldritch corruption inside him twisted his body, warping his form into something greater—something monstrous. His wings elongated, jagged and pulsating with an unnatural glow, his veins coursing with cosmic energy that defied all reason.

The ground beneath him shattered from the sheer force of his presence. The very air vibrated as his power reached its peak.

Lucifer watched with an amused expression, tilting his head slightly. “Oh? That’s new.”

Satanael grinned, his teeth sharp and gleaming. “You’re not laughing for long.”

Then he vanished.

Faster than before, faster than anything on this battlefield, Satanael blurred forward, his fist aimed straight for Lucifer’s skull.

Lucifer’s eyes flickered.

For the first time, he lifted a hand in defense.

Their collision was cataclysmic.

The impact sent a shockwave across the entire battlefield, flattening both demons and eldritch horrors alike. Mountains in the distance crumbled into dust. The sky tore open, revealing glimpses of otherworldly dimensions filled with writhing things that should not exist.

Lucifer was pushed back.

Only for a fraction of a second, but it happened.

Satanael’s eyes gleamed with triumph.

“See? We’re equal.”

Lucifer chuckled.

“Equal?” His voice was filled with genuine amusement. “You poor, delusional fool.”

Satanael’s grin twitched.

Then Lucifer moved.

Faster than thought, faster than light.

Before Satanael could even react, Lucifer’s fist crashed into his stomach, folding him in half. The force bent the very fabric of space, launching Satanael backward at speeds that broke through time itself.

He skipped across the battlefield like a stone across a raging ocean, each impact sending waves of destruction through the land. Blood trailed in the air as he finally came to a stop, buried deep within a crater of molten rock.

Lucifer sighed. “I get it now.”

Satanael coughed, dragging himself to his feet, his body shaking. “Get… what?”

Lucifer’s gaze was piercing. “You actually believe you can match me.”

Satanael clenched his fists, ignoring the pain screaming through his body. “Because I can.”

Lucifer shook his head, as if talking to a child who just didn’t understand. “No, you can’t. You’ve been tricked—by yourself.”

Satanael growled, his aura surging. “You’re—”

Lucifer appeared in front of him.

He didn’t teleport.

He didn’t blur.

He was just there.

Satanael’s breath caught in his throat.

Lucifer’s fingers lightly touched his chest.

Then—

BOOM.

A shockwave exploded outward.

Satanael was sent flying again, but this time, it wasn’t just force—it was control.

Lucifer moved alongside him, faster than the speed at which he was falling, his strikes landing before the impact of the last one even registered.

A fist to the ribs—bones cracked.

A knee to the spine—wings bent at unnatural angles.

A heel to the skull—vision blurred.

Lucifer was everywhere, striking from angles that shouldn’t be possible, his attacks impossible to predict. He was overwhelming, unstoppable, untouchable.

And all the while, he was smiling.

The Abyss Howls

Satanael gasped for breath, barely able to stand. Blood dripped from his mouth, his limbs trembling.

But his eyes still burned with defiance.

He wouldn’t lose. He couldn’t lose.

The eldritch corruption inside him twisted further, his body shuddering. His wings cracked, his form warping with the raw, infinite energy of the Outer Gods. His presence became wrong—an anomaly in existence itself.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

Then, with a deep breath—

Satanael roared.

The battlefield erupted.

A massive, spiraling vortex of cosmic destruction expanded outward, swallowing everything in its path. Demons, eldritch horrors, even the very landscape—all of it was consumed.

Lucifer stood at the center, untouched.

Satanael, his body shifting between forms, stared at him with something new.

Something dangerous.

Lucifer chuckled. “Oh? You’re finally serious?”

Satanael’s voice was layered—his own, mixed with the whispers of countless ancient things. “No more games.”

Lucifer’s smirk widened. “Alright then.”

For the first time—

Lucifer released a fraction of his power.

The sky—broke.

The battlefield—stopped.

Time itself paused for a single moment, as if reality itself had forgotten how to function.

Then—

They clashed.

The world ended.

And still—there was no victor.