I'm The Devil-Chapter 319: Trouble Keeps Coming 2

The world exploded into chaos.

Lucifer blurred forward, his coat whipping in the wind as he closed the distance between himself and the nearest horror. It lashed at him with tendrils of shifting darkness, each one distorting the air like a tear in reality itself.

Lucifer smirked. Predictable.

He didn't dodge. He simply moved.

One moment, he stood before the tendrils; the next, he was behind them, his hand already driving through the creature's chest. There was no resistance, no flesh to tear—just an absence of existence that should have swallowed him whole. But Lucifer wasn't bound by their rules. He imposed his own.

With a flex of his fingers, reality rejected the creature.

It unraveled from the inside out, its form dissolving into nothingness before it could even scream.

Lucifer turned, black eyes gleaming as more of them swarmed toward him.

Above, Nezha shot through the battlefield like a comet, his twin rings spinning around him in golden arcs of destruction. He ducked low, narrowly avoiding a clawed appendage that stretched too far, too fast. With a flick of his wrist, his spear extended—thrusting forward like a lightning bolt. The creature split in half, but it didn't die.

Nezha clicked his tongue. "Persistent bastards."

The two halves twitched, their flesh stretching, reattaching, reforming—

Nezha's rings screamed.

A blinding flare erupted from his body, consuming the abomination in divine fire. The thing writhed, shrieking in a voice that shouldn't exist, before collapsing into cinders.

Nezha smirked. "Fire still works."

Lucifer sighed. "If you burn the whole battlefield down, what's left for me?"

"Move faster," Nezha shot back, spinning mid-air as another Outer Horror lunged from the void above.

Lucifer chuckled, raising his hand as three more of the creatures surged toward him.

They came from all directions—above, behind, through the very ground itself. Their movements skipped, as if reality was trying to catch up to them, but Lucifer didn't wait.

He swung.

Not his fist, not a weapon—just the weight of his presence.

Space collapsed in on itself.

The creatures buckled under an unseen force, their bodies contorting, cracking, breaking as though the very concept of their existence was being denied.

And then—

Lucifer clenched his fist.

They ceased.

No remnants. No screams. No trace they had ever been there.

Nezha landed beside him, twirling his spear. "Alright," he admitted. "That was kind of cool."

Lucifer smirked. "Only kind of?"

A rumble shook the battlefield.

The sky above twisted violently as a single figure descended from the void—a being draped in living shadows, its presence suffocating. The air cracked under its weight, and the battlefield stilled. Even the remaining creatures hesitated.

Lucifer's smirk faded slightly.

This one… was different.

It didn't move like the others. Didn't lash out in blind violence. It simply stood, watching. Waiting.

Nezha's expression darkened. "That one feels wrong."

Lucifer rolled his shoulders. "Good."

The figure spoke—no sound, no voice, just a single, undeniable command that embedded itself in their minds.

"Kneel."

The entire battlefield bent.

The ground cracked, the air collapsed, and space itself seemed to buckle under the weight of the order. Nezha's knees shook, his body screaming as an unbearable force pressed down on him.

But Lucifer?

He laughed.

A slow, quiet chuckle at first—then a full, open smirk.

"Kneel?" he repeated, stepping forward as the pressure intensified.

The ground beneath him shattered.

And yet, he kept moving.

"Do you really think," Lucifer murmured, his voice like silk and razors, "that I bow to anyone?"

The figure twitched.

Lucifer took another step—then another. The weight grew heavier, space itself trying to break him—

He grinned.

And with a single, effortless motion—

He broke it first.

The force recoiled, the battlefield snapping back into place as the suffocating pressure vanished.

Lucifer cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. "Not bad," he admitted. "But if you're trying to make me kneel—"

He vanished.

Reappeared in front of it.

His hand shot forward, fingers wrapping around its throat.

"—then you better try harder."

The figure twitched—and for the first time—

It felt fear.

The creature writhed in Lucifer's grip, its shifting, intangible form flickering as if trying to reject the very reality holding it. The writhing maws beneath its cracked mask snapped and gurgled, spewing out words that had no place in existence.

"You… defy… inevitability…"

Lucifer's smirk widened. His fingers squeezed tighter around the creature's throat, the simple motion making the air ripple as though existence itself was bending to his will.

"Inevitable?" he murmured. "I've heard that before."

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The being's tendrils lashed out wildly, striking through the air—only to halt inches from Lucifer's skin. They trembled, struggling against an unseen force.

Lucifer leaned in closer, his crimson eyes glowing faintly. "You think just because you crawl out of the void, you understand power?"

The being gurgled, its many mouths hissing.

"We are eternal… we are the void made flesh…"

Lucifer's grin sharpened.

"And I am the one who breaks eternity."

With a flick of his wrist, he ripped the creature off the ground, hurling it into the broken earth below. The impact shattered the rock, carving a crater into the valley floor.

Nezha blurred forward, spinning his spear as flames roared around him. "You playing with your food or should I finish it?"

Lucifer chuckled, not breaking his gaze from the crater. "Let it crawl a little longer."

The creature began to reform, its shifting limbs dragging its broken form back together. But something was wrong—its regeneration was slower, its form flickering.

Lucifer's presence was already corroding it.

The thing let out a guttural, distorted shriek.

Lucifer tilted his head. "What's the matter? Did you think your kind was beyond death?"

The void howled.

The sky above split open wider, spilling countless more abominations onto the battlefield—writhing things without shape or name, their forms warping the air around them.

Nezha's rings flared brighter as he spun his spear. "They're trying to drown us in numbers."

Lucifer sighed. "They always do."

Nezha glanced at him. "Plan?"

Lucifer's smirk returned. "I break them."

Nezha grinned, flames licking along his weapon. "I like that plan."

The creatures surged forward—dozens, then hundreds, their twisted bodies slithering and crawling across the shattered ground.

Lucifer moved first.

One step.

He disappeared.

He reappeared in the center of the swarm, coat flaring as his fist drove through one creature's skull. It didn't shatter—it simply ceased to exist, erased from the fabric of reality.

He spun, black wings unfurling behind him. A wave of unseen force followed, collapsing every creature in its radius.

Nezha was right behind him, his spear carving arcs of golden flame through the horde. His rings spun faster, leaving trails of divine fire as they cut through limbs and twisted bodies.

The battlefield became a storm of annihilation.

Lucifer flicked a finger—and entire swaths of creatures unmade, their existence denied by his will alone.

Nezha danced between the gaps, every strike searing through flesh and bone, his movements like fire given form.

But the void never stopped.

For every creature they erased, more emerged from the rippling sky.

Nezha grit his teeth. "They just keep coming."

Lucifer's smirk didn't waver.

"Let them."

Another flick of his wrist—another dozen horrors erased.

"You know what the funny thing about inevitability is?" Lucifer mused, stepping through the carnage without a care. "It only works on those who accept it."

The creature he'd thrown into the crater finally reformed, rising slowly from the shattered earth.

Lucifer's eyes locked onto it.

"I don't."

With a snap of his fingers, the creature folded in on itself. Its limbs contorted, its endless maws screaming silently as its very existence was unraveled one molecule at a time.

Lucifer walked past the collapsing husk without sparing it a second glance.

"Next."

The void screamed.

Nezha fought at his side, sweat glistening on his brow but his grin unwavering. "Remind me not to piss you off."

Lucifer chuckled, flicking a tendril of blood from his fingertips. "Wise decision."

Another wave surged forward.

Lucifer exhaled slowly, stretching his fingers.

"Alright," he murmured.

"No more games."

His power shifted—subtle at first, then overwhelming. The very concept of reality seemed to bow beneath him.

With a single step, Lucifer commanded the battlefield.

The creatures froze.

Not by will, not by force—by sheer, unrelenting authority.

Lucifer's crimson eyes burned.

"This universe belongs to me now."

He raised his hand—and the sky itself trembled.

One by one, the creatures began to dissolve. Not killed. Not broken.

Erased.

Nezha watched in stunned silence as entire legions ceased to be, their twisted forms stripped from existence by nothing more than Lucifer's presence.

In mere moments, the battlefield was empty.

Lucifer dusted off his coat.

"Well," he said lazily. "That was disappointing."

Nezha let out a low whistle. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Lucifer smirked. "You'd last longer than they did."

Nezha grinned. "Flattering."

Lucifer's gaze shifted toward the sky, where the last remnants of the void still hung—torn and fraying.

He could feel them watching.

The Outer Gods.

They had seen everything.

Lucifer smiled wider.

"Let them watch."