I'm The Devil-Chapter 318: Trouble Keeps Coming 1

Dark clouds churned in the sky above as Lucifer and Nezha reappeared atop a jagged cliff, overlooking a battlefield that had yet to erupt. The air crackled with energy, thick with the scent of an impending storm. Below, an eerie stillness spread over the valley, where an army of strange beings stood in formation, their twisted forms shifting unnaturally, their eyes glowing with an unholy light.

Lucifer slid his hands into his coat pockets, black eyes scanning the scene with mild curiosity. "So," he mused, "this is what had you so tense."

Nezha stood beside him, arms crossed, his twin rings floating idly around him, pulsing with contained power. "This isn't a normal invasion," he said, his voice low. "These things… they're not gods, not demons. They're something else."

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Outer Creatures?"

Nezha's gaze sharpened. "Worse."

Lucifer's smile widened. "Now you're making it interesting."

A gust of wind howled through the valley, stirring the dust and shaking the jagged rocks beneath them. The army below remained still, as if waiting for something—or someone.

Then, as if in answer, a figure rose from their ranks.

It wasn't like the others.

Taller, more refined, its body wrapped in writhing black tendrils that flickered between solid and intangible. Its face was a smooth, expressionless mask, save for the piercing void where its eyes should have been.

It floated upward, effortlessly closing the distance between them.

Lucifer met its gaze with an easy smirk. "And who might you be?"

The figure didn't respond immediately. Instead, it cocked its head, studying him with something that felt… ancient.

Then, it spoke.

"You are the one they fear."

Its voice wasn't a sound. It was a sensation—a crawling, invasive whisper in the mind.

Nezha's rings flared as he tensed beside Lucifer. "Telepathy," he muttered.

Lucifer chuckled. "Flattering. But you'll have to be more specific. Plenty fear me."

The being didn't blink. "You conquered a universe. Killed their children. Laughed in their faces."

Lucifer arched a brow. "Ah. The Outer Gods finally noticed."

"They always noticed." The whisper curled around his thoughts like tendrils of smoke. "But now… you are an infestation."

Lucifer's smirk sharpened. "And what do you plan to do about it?"

The being raised a hand.

The valley erupted.

The ground cracked apart as more of the twisted creatures poured forth, moving in a way that defied natural motion—like frames skipping in a broken film. The air itself seemed to warp around them, bending under their unnatural existence.

Nezha barely had time to move before a wave of them surged forward, their forms stretching and twisting as they lunged.

Lucifer didn't flinch.

Instead, he lifted a single hand.

A pulse of power rippled outward.

Everything froze.

The creatures, mid-lunge, stopped as if reality itself had hit pause. Even the air stilled, the very fabric of space trembling under the weight of Lucifer's presence.

Then, with a flick of his wrist—

They shattered.

Not just bodies breaking. They ceased to exist, erased as if they had never been there.

The valley fell into silence once more.

Lucifer lowered his hand, tilting his head. "Was that supposed to impress me?"

The masked being didn't react.

Then, its form began to shift.

The mask cracked.

And behind it—

A thousand writhing maws, each filled with shifting rows of teeth, grinned.

"Hardly."

A wet, gurgling laughter rippled through the air—not from a mouth, but from everywhere at once. The sky darkened further, the very clouds twisting unnaturally, shifting like a living thing reacting to the entity's amusement.

Nezha's grip tightened around his spear, his rings humming as golden flames licked at their edges. "I don't like that," he muttered.

Lucifer, however, merely arched a brow. "You lot always have a flair for the grotesque," he mused, his tone light. "I take it this is the part where you try to intimidate me?"

The writhing maws twisted into something resembling a grin.

"We are beyond intimidation," the voice slithered into existence. "We are inevitability."

Lucifer let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You all say that," he said. "And yet, here I stand. Again."

The being's tendrils unfurled, stretching toward the heavens. The ground beneath them groaned as the valley seemed to expand, stretching unnaturally, warping as though reality itself was being pulled apart at the seams.

Nezha cursed under his breath. "It's trying to unmake this space."

Lucifer exhaled through his nose, almost bored. "Typical Outer God tricks. I was hoping for something new."

The creature lunged.

Not like a body moving through space—but as though it was already here. No motion, no transition, just arrival.

A clawed appendage, black as the void, lashed toward Lucifer's chest.

Lucifer's fingers twitched.

A single snap.

The air detonated.

A shockwave blasted outward, rupturing the sky itself as the creature's arm was gone—not severed, not broken, just erased.

The force sent the being reeling back, its many maws screeching in a chorus of eldritch agony. The warped space around them trembled, struggling to hold itself together under the sheer weight of Lucifer's power.

Nezha whistled. "Damn. You're getting faster at that."

Lucifer dusted off his coat. "It's almost like I do this often."

The creature writhed, its severed limb regenerating in an instant, but something was different. Its tendrils twitched violently, its movements erratic. And then—

It laughed.

Not the gurgling, distorted mockery from before. This was something deeper, darker.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed slightly.

The being straightened, its presence pressing heavier against the fabric of reality. "You are strong," it admitted. "Stronger than most. But even you cannot stand against what is coming."

Lucifer smirked. "You think so?"

"We know so."

The sky ripped open.

A black void, swirling with colors that shouldn't exist, split the heavens apart. From within, more figures emerged—tall, shifting things, their very existence radiating something wrong.

Lucifer's smirk widened. "Finally," he murmured. "A real challenge."

Nezha spun his spear, flames roaring around his rings. "You take left, I take right?"

Lucifer chuckled. "Oh no, Nezha. I'm taking everything."

And then—

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