I'm The Devil - Chapter 320

Chapter 320: A Fight In The Void 1
The void trembled.

Not from pain. Not from fear.

From rage.

High above the ruined battlefield, where the sky still tore at its seams, the shadows boiled. The last remnants of the abominations vanished into dust, erased by Lucifer’s mere presence, and what followed wasn’t silence—it was pressure. A crushing, suffocating pressure that wrapped around the edges of the universe like a clenched fist.

They were watching.

The Outer Gods.

Not with eyes. Not with faces. Just presence. Ancient. Vast. Endless.

Their whispers filled the void.

“Again…”

“He interferes…”

“The Fallen One breaks what was promised…”

“Too many cycles. Too many losses.”

Lucifer stood at the center of the scorched battlefield, coat fluttering lazily in the still-rippling air. He tilted his head upward, crimson eyes narrowing as he felt them. The watching ones. The ones who had tried again and again to infect this universe like a disease.

Nezha stood beside him, resting his spear on his shoulder. He didn’t speak, just followed Lucifer’s gaze. The sky above looked like it was bleeding ink—streaks of void curling and folding in on themselves.

Then—suddenly—it stilled.

Everything stopped.

Even the wind.

Then came the voice.

Not sound.

Not words.

Just weight.

“We come.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed.

A ripple shot through the stars. Every living thing across the galaxies felt it. A shiver that ran down the spine of creation itself. Like the universe just realized it was no longer alone.

Somewhere in the distance, suns dimmed.

The void cracked wider.

From the heart of that endless nothing, the gods began their preparations.

Their true forms, locked away in realities stacked on top of each other like cards, started to stir. Bones older than time groaned. Limbs coiled across dimensions stretched. The ones who had never needed to descend, because they had never been threatened before—

Were finally moving.

Not avatars.

Not whispers.

Them. For real.

Because of one man.

The Fallen One.

Lucifer.

Inside the swirling black, they screamed in rage, their thoughts slamming against the walls of the void, crashing through the gaps between realities like thunder.

“He ruins us. Always him.”

“He denies fate. Again.”

“We gave them nightmares. He gave them rebellion.”

“It ends now.”

Far beneath that chaos, back on the broken battlefield, Nezha stepped forward slowly, his face tense.

“…They’re coming.”

Lucifer didn’t respond.

He didn’t have to.

The sky twisted.

A crack, thin as a paper cut, formed above them. It glowed faintly—wrong, shimmering with colors that didn’t exist in any spectrum.

Then came the hum.

A low, bone-deep vibration that made the air taste like metal. The ground beneath their feet crumbled into dust. Even time slowed, seconds dragging out unnaturally.

Nezha gripped his weapon tightly. “You think we can stop them?”

Lucifer just smiled.

A lazy, knowing smile.

But in his eyes—there was no arrogance. Just certainty.

Above them, the crack split wider.

And from it poured tendrils of shadow. Not creatures. Not weapons. Just the residual presence of gods that had never needed to walk in flesh. That changed now.

From the dark came the first ripple—a pulse of pure pressure that snapped every mountain on the horizon in half. Oceans hundreds of miles away boiled. Cities on distant planets cried out in terror without knowing why.

Lucifer tilted his head, listening.

“…They’re not hiding anymore.”

Nezha blinked as the second wave hit—this one worse. The air bent around them, like the world was trying to fold in on itself.

“They’re not sending horrors this time,” Nezha muttered. “They’re sending themselves.”

Lucifer nodded. “Good.”

From within the void, deep where no mortal mind could survive, the Outer Gods began building their bridge. Not a portal. Not magic. Just raw, impossible power, tearing its way into existence.

Their real forms couldn’t exist in this universe. Not fully.

So they were going to make the universe fit them.

They would reshape it. Break its laws. Crush its boundaries. Just to step inside.

Planets would burn as side effects. Stars would blink out like dying candles. Reality would bend until it cracked like glass.

And at the center of it all—they were coming for him.

Lucifer.

The fallen one.

The destroyer of their cycles.

Back on the battlefield, black sparks danced through the air like snow. Time distorted. Up became sideways. Gravity reversed for half a second, then slammed back down with a crash. The sky wasn’t sky anymore. Just a wound.

Nezha’s eyes narrowed. “If they step through—”

Lucifer cut in, voice low. “They will.”

A pause.

Then Lucifer looked over at Nezha and gave a small shrug.

“I’ve broken worse.”

The rift screamed.

The void itself howled.

And then—

They began to descend.

Slowly. Terribly. With weight that made the world feel like it was sinking. Like everything knew this wasn’t supposed to happen. That whatever was coming wasn’t just powerful—it was wrong.

Nezha swallowed hard. “We buying time?”

Lucifer chuckled, stepping forward into the storm of madness. “Nah.”

His coat flared as the ground cracked under his feet.

“We’re ending it.”

From above, something massive moved. Not seen. Not heard. Just felt. Like a mountain rolling through space. The crack in the sky widened, glowing now with the heat of newborn stars and the cold of forgotten graves.

A single hand began to press through.

Not a human hand.

Not even a creature’s.

Just something divine and ruined, made of screaming geometry and sins from before time began.

Lucifer didn’t flinch.

He raised his hand slowly, palm out.

And as the hand reached lower—

He smiled.

“Welcome to my universe.”

Then everything exploded into light.

The light faded—but the pressure didn’t.

That hand… it didn’t belong in this world. The moment it touched the atmosphere, everything screamed. Mountains collapsed into themselves. Clouds twisted into spirals. Lightning cracked in reverse across the sky.

Lucifer stood still. Dust blew past his boots.

Then, like smoke being pulled away, the veil of unreality thinned—and a shape loomed above the battlefield.

It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t supposed to. But it was there. Half-stepping into the world. Towering. Eternal. Wrong in every way.

Lucifer looked up, hands in his coat pockets.

“Alright,” he said casually, “you’ve got my attention.”

The air shook. Not from movement—but from thought.

Then—

“You mock us.”

Lucifer raised a brow. “Not really. Just trying to figure out what’s so special about this universe you keep crawling back to ruin.”

Silence. Then a low hum, like the universe grinding its own teeth.

“It is… ripe.”

“Unstable.”

“Full of cracks. Weakness. Doors.”

Lucifer’s smirk faded slightly. “…Doors to where?”

The void above rippled. Their voice came again, not as one—as legion.

“Everywhere.”

“Everywhen.”

“It touches places your kind cannot imagine.”

“We must take it. Before another does.”

Nezha, still standing back-to-back with Lucifer, spat to the side. “So you’re not even fighting over this place. You’re fighting over access.”

“It is a gate.”

“And you—” the voice focused now, weight falling like thunder—”—are the lock.”

Lucifer chuckled.

“Always nice to feel appreciated.”

He stepped forward, brushing ash off his shoulder.

“So let me get this straight. You tear holes in reality, corrupt everything that breathes, flood the stars with things that should’ve stayed forgotten—all because you’re scared someone might get here before you?”

A pause.

Then—”We are not scared.”

“We are patient.”

“We waited while your kind crawled from dust.”

“We watched while you made gods of yourselves.”

“And now you… stall us.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You had your shot.”

Another rumble rolled across the battlefield.

“You cannot hold us back forever.”

Lucifer cracked his neck. “Don’t need forever.”

The rift pulsed.

Behind the voice, others stirred.

Shadows like oceans. Voices like planets dying. Things that had only ever whispered through nightmares now leaning closer.

“We will rewrite this reality.”

“Burn it down. Build it in our image.”

“You stand in our way.”

Lucifer smiled again, just a little. “That’s kind of my thing.”

Then, silence.

Just the void stretching, breathing.

Then came something different.

A voice—not cold. Not ancient.

Mocking.

“You think this is power, Fallen One?”

“You think you’ve won because you swat our toys?”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “…You wanna test that theory?”

The rift twisted. A pulse of laughter—deep, layered, wrong.

“You are a crack in the wall.”

“We are the tide behind it.”

Lucifer raised a hand. Snapped his fingers.

A shockwave flattened the land around him.

But the rift didn’t flinch.

They were already deeper than that.

Nezha leaned in, eyes on the storm. “They’re not bluffing.”

Lucifer nodded. “I know.”

Nezha glanced sideways. “So what’s the play?”

Lucifer stared at the sky.

“…We make them bleed.”

For the first time, the rift reacted. It flinched. Just a tremor—but real.

“You cannot touch us.”

Lucifer grinned. “I already did.”

And without warning, the sky cracked again—but this time not from them.

From him.

From a pulse that started in his chest, rippled through the battlefield, and punched straight into the heart of the void.

The shadows above twisted. Screamed.

The rift—their bridge—shook.

Lucifer’s coat flared behind him as he stepped forward.

“You came here to take what isn’t yours,” he said. “To break a universe and claim its bones.”

He pointed to the sky, casually, like he was picking a target.

“You forgot something.”

A pause.

“I don’t share neither does my father.”

The rift started to destabilize—bits of unreality flickering, pulling apart like paper soaked in flame.

The gods shrieked, their voices fracturing.

“We will return.”

“You cannot stop the sea.”

Lucifer smirked.

“You’re right.”

He raised both hands.

“I’ll just drain it.”

And then—

He vanished.

Straight into the sky.

Straight into their world.

Straight into the rift.

And the sky—exploded.