I'm The Devil - Chapter 321

Chapter 321: A Fight In The Void 2
The light didn’t fade this time.

It stayed. Burned. Blinded.

A pillar of energy tore through the heavens, straight where Lucifer had vanished. The rift buckled like torn cloth, screaming in colors that didn’t belong to any sane spectrum.

Nezha shielded his eyes, his grip tightening on the spear. “Damn idiot,” he muttered, teeth clenched. “Didn’t even give a signal.”

But deep down, he knew—that was the signal.

Up there, past the cracked sky, past the bleeding void, Lucifer stepped into their world.

And it hurt.

Not pain like flesh.

Worse.

It felt like being unraveled.

His body blurred at the edges, breaking into equations and thoughts and myth. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t flinch.

Lucifer walked forward, boots echoing on nothing.

Around him, their domain stretched forever—an endless, black ocean of impossible shapes, of floating monoliths and reversed gravity. A place where light screamed and shadows watched.

Then—they came.

Not with footsteps.

They arrived.

The Outer Gods, in their full shapes. Things too big to be things. Faces made of galaxies folding in on themselves. Arms that moved like time having a seizure. Mouths that didn’t open, but still spoke.

“You are not welcome here,” they said.

Lucifer’s eyes glowed red, burning brighter than the chaos around him.

“Wasn’t planning on staying.”

One of them moved—just slightly.

Reality shuddered.

A wave of corruption rushed toward him like a tsunami of shattered glass and regrets. It reached for him—tried to rewrite him, twist him, erase him.

Lucifer exhaled.

And everything stopped.

The wave froze mid-air, then shattered like ice.

He raised a finger. Pointed.

“You wanted me, right?”

“You got me.”

The gods roared. Not in anger—in surprise.

Because in their world, nothing should be able to stand.

And yet here he was.

Still smiling.

Lucifer stepped again, and this time, the void around him rippled—changed.

He wasn’t adapting to their world.

Their world was bending around him.

The gods surged.

Voices like storms screamed his name.

“FALLEN ONE.”

“TRAITOR TO DESIGN.”

“YOU BREAK THE BALANCE.”

Lucifer rolled his shoulders. “Yeah, that’s kinda my brand.”

Then he launched forward.

No wings.

Just will.

He tore through space, fist first. Crashed into the nearest god like a meteor. The impact lit up the void with a sunburst of red and white.

The god reeled, shrieking in unreadable tongues. Pieces of it fell—concepts, histories, fragments of timelines.

Lucifer didn’t slow down.

He spun, dragging fire behind him, and slammed another strike into the second god—a punch that sent shockwaves through layers of dimensions. Planets cracked in distant realities just from the echo.

“You wanted war?” he growled. “You got it.”

They swarmed him. Dozens now. Maybe hundreds. Hard to count when your enemies were abstract ideas with teeth.

But Lucifer fought.

With fists, with flame, with gravity that bent backward. He turned lies into blades. He made music into bombs. He twisted their own reality rules and threw them back like daggers.

Down below, Nezha could see it.

The sky had become a war film. Glimpses through the rift showed explosions in reverse. Stars being thrown like shuriken. Colors bleeding upward.

“He’s really doing it,” Nezha muttered.

Then something moved near him.

Not a god.

A presence.

A figure.

Soft. Distant.

A woman’s voice, whispering near his ear.

“He won’t last long in there alone.”

Nezha spun. “Who—?”

But she was already fading. Just a ghost in the static.

Still, her words hit deep.

Nezha looked up at the rift.

Then sighed.

“…Tch. I hate cosmic politics.”

He twirled his spear once, crouched—

—and leapt.

Straight into the rift.

Straight into the madness.

Straight into the fight.

And as he vanished into the storm, the sky screamed once more.

A new chapter had started.

And everything was on the line.

The moment Nezha passed through the rift, it felt like diving into ice and fire at the same time.

His body twisted—memory turned sideways, instinct blurred. But he gritted his teeth and pushed. The air—or whatever passed for it here—was thick like syrup, filled with whispers that didn’t stop. They weren’t words, not really. Just fragments of meaning. Regret. Hunger. Time.

Then he saw him.

Lucifer.

Still standing.

Still fighting.

Bleeding light, surrounded by gods.

But laughing.

“About time,” Lucifer called out, ducking under a tendril shaped like regret and slamming his elbow into it hard enough to tear a hole in the thing’s form.

Nezha landed beside him, spear spinning into a defensive stance.

“You didn’t even warn me.”

“I did. You’re just slow.”

A god surged forward—a mass of blinking mouths and bone wheels, all spinning around a pulsing eye.

Nezha didn’t wait. He launched.

With one fluid spin, his spear sang—glowing red-gold—and slammed into the eye, which popped like a star going nova.

The entire thing exploded backward, shrieking like a collapsing temple.

Lucifer whistled. “Nice shot.”

“Shut up and keep punching.”

They moved together, now. Fluid. Natural.

Lucifer ducked low as Nezha vaulted over him, spear flashing. Nezha landed as Lucifer leapt off his back, twisting in mid-air, both hands glowing with raw crimson energy.

Two gods came at once—towering shapes of crawling physics, melting reality with every breath.

Too slow.

Nezha’s spear cut one in half. Lucifer detonated the other with a burst of pressure so dense, space folded in on itself for a second.

The void screamed.

And then—everything paused.

A ripple echoed through the chaos.

The gods stopped.

They didn’t retreat.

They just… stood.

Watching.

Waiting.

Lucifer landed beside Nezha, frowning. “Why’d they stop?”

Nezha’s eyes scanned the horizon—if you could call it that.

Then he saw it.

The gods weren’t alone anymore.

Something else had stepped forward.

One shape.

Humanoid.

Tall. Covered in flowing white. No face. Just a mirror where its head should’ve been. The reflection showed nothing. Not them. Not the void. Just possibility.

It didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

But Lucifer froze.

Nezha noticed. “You know that thing?”

Lucifer’s voice was low. Careful.

“That’s not a god.”

Nezha’s grip tightened. “Then what is it?”

Lucifer took a breath.

“The one they’re afraid of.”

The being raised a hand.

Time skipped.

Nezha blinked—and in that blink, half the battlefield was gone.

Not destroyed.

Erased.

Lucifer staggered back, eyes burning. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

The being didn’t answer.

But the gods did.

And for the first time—

They sounded afraid.

“THE BALANCE.”

“THE INTERFERENCE.”

“IT WAS NOT IN THE DESIGN.”

Lucifer stepped forward, voice sharp. “You brought that here?!”

“No,” the gods whispered. “It follows you.”

The being tilted its head.

Then moved.

Lucifer and Nezha barely dodged. A beam—not light, not fire, not anything—just null—ripped through where they’d been standing.

Lucifer growled. “Alright. New plan.”

Nezha huffed. “Which is?”

Lucifer’s eyes flared.

“We kill a concept.”