I'm The Devil - Chapter 311

Chapter 311: The Devil vs. The Abyss 2
The air shattered.

Lucifer moved first.

No hesitation. No warning. Just pure, terrifying speed. One moment, he was standing, smirking at his enemies—the next, he was already in front of the ashen-skinned horror. His fist blurred forward, aiming for the creature’s skull.

BOOM!

The space where the horror stood crumpled, distorting like a black hole had just formed. But—

Lucifer’s punch hit nothing.

The horror was gone.

At the same moment, a wave of black ribbons lashed toward Lucifer from behind, twisting unnaturally through the air. Lucifer didn’t turn—he simply lifted a hand, grabbing one mid-swing.

ZZZRRRRRMMM!

The moment his fingers touched it, the entire battlefield trembled. The ribbon wasn’t just a weapon—it was a living concept of darkness, a sliver of something beyond reality itself. It writhed in his grip, trying to devour him, to unmake him.

Lucifer exhaled.

RIP!

He tore the ribbon in half with his bare hands.

The air screamed. The horror that wielded it—a shifting, humanoid figure wrapped in endless ribbons—lurched back, clutching its own body as if it had been wounded. Its form flickered, destabilized.

Before Lucifer could press forward, the void-cloaked horror attacked.

The air froze.

Not cold. Not ice. Something deeper. The very concept of movement ceased.

Lucifer’s body locked in place mid-step.

For the first time, his expression shifted slightly. Amusement flickered in his crimson eyes. “Oh?”

The void rippled. The cloaked horror raised a single hand, and from its palm, an abyss was born. Not energy. Not magic. Just nothingness—a tear in existence itself.

Lucifer could feel it pulling at him, dragging him toward oblivion. A direct hit from that—

But before the void could swallow him—

CRACK!

Lucifer moved.

The horror’s head snapped back as Lucifer drove a brutal uppercut into its jaw. The frozen space shattered like glass, releasing the battlefield from its grip. The horror, despite having no visible face, lurched, stunned.

Lucifer didn’t stop. He twisted mid-air, his foot slamming into its chest.

BOOM!

The void horror shot backward like a meteor, crashing into the mountains behind it. The impact rippled through the land, splitting the earth open for miles.

Before Lucifer could breathe, the insect horror descended.

SZZZZZZZ!

A bladed limb sliced down at his head. Lucifer tilted his head slightly, dodging. Another came from the side. He leaned back. Another from below. He hopped over it.

More. Faster. Sharper.

The horror attacked with hundreds of razor-thin limbs, all striking at once. The air screamed. Each cut distorted reality, leaving afterimages of the attack before the strikes even landed.

Lucifer dodged them all.

Effortlessly.

His body weaved through the onslaught, not a single blade touching him. It was absurd. Impossible. The horror was faster than sound, yet Lucifer made it look slow.

Then—

Lucifer’s hand shot out, grabbing one of the scythe-like limbs mid-strike.

The insect horror froze.

Lucifer smirked. “Got you.”

Then he ripped its arm off.

The horror screeched, black ichor spraying from the wound. It lashed out again—

Lucifer threw its own severed limb at it like a spear.

THWACK!

The limb impaled the horror through the chest, pinning it to the rock below.

Lucifer cracked his neck. “Next?”

BOOM!

The ashen-skinned horror reappeared behind him, a black sun forming in its palm. It pulsed, growing heavier, denser—this time, aimed directly at Lucifer.

Lucifer turned to face it—

But the horned woman was already there.

Her claws ripped into Lucifer’s back, carving deep into his flesh. For the first time, Lucifer winced—not from pain, but from the sheer wrongness of the wound. Her claws didn’t just cut him.

They unmade the space around him.

A direct hit.

Lucifer grinned.

“Not bad.”

Before she could react, Lucifer grabbed her wrist—

—and ripped her arm clean off.

She shrieked, stumbling back, black energy swirling violently around her wound. But even as she lost a limb, she laughed. “You’re insane.”

Lucifer smirked, golden blood dripping from his own wound. “And you’re slow.”

He threw her severed arm at the ashen-skinned horror just as it launched its black sun.

BOOM!

The collision erupted, swallowing the battlefield in an explosion of light and darkness. The very sky ripped apart, the shockwave erasing everything in its radius.

For a moment—

There was only silence.

Then—

Lucifer walked out of the smoke.

His coat was torn. His wounds were healing. His grin never faded.

“Well,” he mused, stretching his arms. “That was fun.”

The five horrors regrouped.

For the first time—

They looked at each other.

They understood.

This wasn’t a fight.

This was a game.

And Lucifer was playing with them.

The ashen-skinned horror wiped ichor from its mouth, eyes flickering. “Enough,” it murmured.

The five horrors moved as one.

No more hesitation.

No more testing.

This time, they attacked with everything.

The ribboned horror’s form expanded, stretching across the battlefield, filling the sky with shifting, writhing darkness. Its ribbons lashed in every direction, each one a razor-thin cut through reality itself.

The void horror vanished, becoming nothing, dispersing into an intangible storm of emptiness that devoured everything in its wake.

The insect horror evolved, its limbs multiplying, its speed tripling, its body shifting into a nightmare blur.

The horned woman grinned, her missing arm growing back instantly, this time wreathed in even darker energy.

The ashen-skinned horror ascended, golden sigils igniting across its body, its power amplifying beyond reason.

The battlefield collapsed under their combined pressure.

Lucifer… laughed.

“Now we’re talking.”

They struck.

All at once.

Lucifer vanished, moving faster than thought itself. He dodged, countered, weaved—striking one horror, breaking another, shattering limbs, tearing through their abilities with pure, overwhelming power.

The void tried to consume him—he punched through it.

The ribbons tried to bind him—he burned them away with his presence alone.

The insect tried to cut him apart—he caught every blade with his bare hands and snapped them like twigs.

The horned woman tried to rip him from reality—he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the earth.

The ashen-skinned horror launched its ultimate attack—a black sun the size of a planet—

Lucifer caught it with one hand.

The world screamed.

The horrors collapsed, exhausted, their forms flickering.

Lucifer… stood there.

Grinning.

Golden blood dripped from his fingers. But he was still standing. Still laughing.

“Well,” he said, flexing his fingers. “That was refreshing.”

The five horrors stared.

They had fought gods. They had fought titans.

They had never fought something like this.

Lucifer tilted his head, crimson eyes glowing. “Still wanna keep going?”

The battlefield was silent.

Then—

The ashen-skinned horror…

Smiled.

“Oh,” it murmured.

“I think we will.”

Round Three.