I'm The Devil

The Abyss Watches

The battlefield trembled.

Satanael gritted his teeth, golden blood dripping from his lips. His wings were tattered, his armor cracked. He panted, struggling to keep himself upright, his pride forcing him to ignore the pain tearing through his body.

Across from him, Lucifer stood perfectly composed, not a single scratch on him. He dusted off his shoulder, as if flicking away imaginary dust. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Getting tired already?" Lucifer mused, tilting his head. "I thought you said we were equals."

Satanael clenched his fists. He refused to acknowledge the truth. No—he wasn't losing. This was just… a minor setback.

Yeah. That's all this was.

"Shut up," Satanael spat, flaring his wings wide. Dark energy crackled around him, burning the air itself. "I'm just getting started."

Lucifer sighed, almost disappointed. "Still lying to yourself?" He lifted a hand lazily. "Fine. I'll keep playing with you."

With a flick of his fingers, he vanished.

Satanael barely had time to react before a force like a meteor slammed into his gut.

His vision blurred as he was sent flying, his body twisting through the air like a broken doll. He barely managed to spread his wings before he crashed, skidding across the rocky terrain, tearing through stone like paper.

Blood dripped from his lips.

Lucifer appeared above him, floating effortlessly, hands in his pockets.

"You fall the same way every time," he said, almost lazily. "I wonder—" He suddenly kicked forward, his boot slamming into Satanael's ribs before he could move. "—if you'll ever learn?"

Satanael was launched again, smashing through jagged rock formations, each impact shattering the stone like glass. He coughed violently, feeling something crack inside.

This wasn't a battle.

This was humiliation.

And yet—

The Abyss watched.

Five figures stood in the distance, their forms barely solid, their presence distorting the very fabric of reality around them. The air around them pulsed unnaturally, as if rejecting their existence.

The first, the ashen-skinned one with golden markings, smiled faintly, his golden eyes locked onto Lucifer with an expression of intrigue. "I see now," he murmured. "This one is… interesting."

The second, the horned woman with void-black skin, chuckled, her voice like a whisper between dimensions. "Satanael is struggling. That wasn't supposed to happen, was it?"

The third, a towering figure wrapped in a shifting, shadowy cloak, its face an endless void, simply observed, unreadable.

The fourth, a hunched, insect-like creature with elongated limbs and jagged mandibles, clicked its jaws in amusement.

The fifth, a slender being wrapped in ribbons of darkness, its movements fluid and unsettling, tilted its head. "Perhaps we should join," it said, voice echoing in multiple tones at once.

The ashen-skinned one smiled. "Yes… perhaps we should."

As one, they began to step forward.

But before they could move—

BOOM.

A massive shockwave erupted in front of them.

Four figures landed between them and the battle.

Bariel.

Asmodeus.

Amiel.

Moronuel.

Each of them radiated overwhelming power, their combined presence forming a wall of sheer force.

Asmodeus cracked his knuckles, his violet eyes gleaming dangerously. "That's far enough."

Bariel rolled his shoulders, his expression cold. "You don't belong in this fight."

Amiel twirled her dagger between her fingers, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Sorry, but we're not letting you interrupt his fun."

Moronuel exhaled slowly, gripping the hilts of his twin blades. "Turn around. Now."

The ashen-skinned Outer smiled wider. "Oh? Are you saying we aren't welcome?" His eyes flickered with dark amusement. "How cruel."

The horned woman grinned, her sharp teeth glinting. "I like cruel."

The air grew heavier.

Tension crackled.

It was about to explode.

But then—

Lucifer's voice cut through the air.

"Let them come."

Everyone turned.

Lucifer was still standing over Satanael, one foot pressed lightly against his brother's back, pinning him effortlessly against the ground. His expression was amused, but his eyes burned with something… wilder.

"The more, the merrier," he said, cracking his neck. "I was starting to get bored."

Bariel narrowed his eyes. "Lucifer—"

"Relax," Lucifer said, smiling faintly. "I want to stretch my bones a little this time."

The ashen-skinned Outer chuckled. "Oh? How generous."

The horned woman's grin widened. "Then we'll gladly take you up on that."

The air trembled.

The five Outer horrors moved.

And the real fight began.

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The sky above Devil's Peak shattered.

The moment Lucifer welcomed them, the five Outer horrors moved as one. Reality twisted around them, warping like a living thing rejecting their existence. Their bodies flickered—half-solid, half-nightmare—each step stretching impossibly across space.

They weren't just fast.

They were wrong.

Lucifer lifted his foot from Satanael's back, allowing his beaten brother to collapse onto the stone, wheezing. But Lucifer didn't look at him anymore. His eyes were locked onto the five figures charging at him.

And he was grinning.

BOOM!

The ashen-skinned one appeared first, his golden markings flashing as he thrust out a hand. From his palm, an impossible black sphere formed—something so dense, so absolute, that even light was swallowed by it.

It shot forward.

Lucifer tilted his head. Just slightly.

The sphere missed by a hair, erasing everything in its path—a mountain in the far distance simply ceased to exist.

"Interesting," Lucifer mused. "But not enough."

The second, the horned woman, was already there. She lunged, her obsidian claws glowing with an eerie, shifting light. Lucifer barely raised an arm before she ripped through his sleeve, tearing flesh from his forearm.

Golden ichor dripped.

Lucifer laughed.

"Ah, finally." He flexed his fingers, watching the wound vanish instantly. "Something that actually stings a little."

The third, the cloaked void, descended from above, its form expanding into a swirling mass of shadows. Dozens of inky tendrils lashed out, aiming to consume Lucifer whole.

Lucifer didn't move.

He exhaled.

WHOOMPH.

A shockwave erupted from his body. Not a mere burst of energy—a command.

The shadows froze mid-air, trembling, before they began to retract. The void itself withered under Lucifer's presence, as if it had looked too deep into him and found something more terrifying.

Lucifer smirked. "Don't bite off more than you can chew."

The fourth, the insect-like one, blurred forward, its elongated limbs splitting into hundreds of razor-sharp scythes. It moved without sound, carving the air apart with impossible precision.

Lucifer moved one finger.

The creature stopped.

Then—CRACK.

Its arms bent backward, shattered by a force unseen. It screeched, but Lucifer was already somewhere else.

The fifth, the ribbon-wrapped one, tried to react—its body shifting into a stream of dark tendrils to evade him.

Lucifer simply grabbed one of its ribbons—

—and pulled.

BOOM.

The creature whipped through the air like a flail, its form unraveling as it slammed into the mountain below. A crater formed instantly, stone exploding in every direction.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, laughter.

Lucifer stood there, still relaxed, grinning ear to ear.

"That was fun," he said, rolling his shoulders. "But I hope that wasn't everything."

The Outer horrors rose.

The ashen-skinned one wiped golden ichor from his lip—his own blood. His golden eyes gleamed with something new.

Excitement.

"Oh," he murmured. "You really are something else, aren't you?"

The horned woman licked her lips, her claws flexing. "This might be worth it after all."

The void-cloaked one, the insect, the ribboned nightmare—none of them spoke, but their auras flared, shifting, adapting.

They had underestimated Lucifer.

Now, they wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

From the side, Bariel, Asmodeus, Amiel, and Moronuel watched, their expressions tense.

"Should we step in?" Moronuel muttered.

Asmodeus scoffed. "Did you see what just happened? What the hell would we even do?"

Bariel exhaled. "We watch. We wait." His eyes were locked on Lucifer's form. "If he actually starts struggling, we move."

Amiel smirked. "Struggling? Him?" She flipped a dagger between her fingers. "Please. This is the most fun he's had in centuries."

Loki and the others stood further back, watching the battle unfold.

Sun Wukong let out a low whistle. "Damn. I almost feel bad for them."

Nezha crossed his arms. "Almost."

The sky churned.

The five Outer horrors gathered their full power, the air warping violently.

Lucifer tilted his head back, rolling his neck.

"Alright, then," he murmured. His crimson eyes blazed. "Round two."

He vanished.

And Hell itself shook.