Chapter 123

Chapter 123: 

The very fabric of the Shadow Realm trembled as Yahweh's power surged, an unbearable weight pressing down on every being within the abyss. The skies above the battlefield, already a swirling mass of blackened clouds and crimson lightning, ripped apart as a pillar of golden light began to form—a celestial passage opening. 

"As dramatic as ever arent you Yahweh." Lucy said watching as he opened a portal while he prepared for the battle but wanted everyone to know he was coming 

He was getting ready and was coming.

As Yahweh prepared to descend, the air was thick with anticipation, the weight of divine fury crashing against the forces of darkness like an tide clashing against the earth. The seven deadly sins and the seven heavenly kings could feel it, the raw hatred, the judgment, the arrogance of Heaven itself was about to surge downward to them.

The trapped angels felt happy feeling this while the weaker demons felt chills down thier spine.

But before his arrival, the remaining Archangels joined the battlefield, streaking through the golden fissures in the sky like falling meteors. Their descent was like an executioner's blade slicing through the void—unyielding, merciless, inevitable.

Raphael, the angel of Healer gripped tightly her Scythe.

Azrael, the Angel of Death wielding his massive axe.

Jophiel, the reluctant youngest, the Radiant Dawn and beauty of Heaven.

Uriel, the reluctant angel of wisdom, light, and prophecy, gripping her spear tighter than ever before.

As they landed, the battlefield erupted with renewed chaos. 

"Surrender and your death will be swift." Azrael stated

The Seven Deadly Sins did not falter.

They adapted.

Greed, Pride, Wrath, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, and Sloth fought as if they were team switching opponents mid-fight, their movements fluid, their strategy was to take a chance to build upon their sisters moves and it was working. They struck where their enemies were weakest, shifting their focus the moment an Archangel tried to regain control.

"Damn you!" Michael said had barely had time to raise his sword before Pride's blade clashed against it, the impact sending golden sparks flying. He twisted his wrist, trying to overpower her, but Pride was already gone, replaced by Sloth.

"Got you" Sloth said and swayed like liquid darkness, slipping past his guard and driving a heavy fist into his side.

"Arggh" Michael staggered back, his ribs screaming from the impact, but before he could recover, Wrath was upon him, her hellfire-coated fists crashing against his chestplate, each blow sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

"Your one of heaven's mightiest you can't even keep track of us." Wrath taunted.

While that was happening Gabriel whipped his flail in an arc of burning gold, but Lust merely tilted her head, her alluring smile unshaken as she reached out—just the barest touch of her fingertips against the air, and suddenly, Gabriel's breath caught awestruck by her beauty and lust taking over him. He had to stop it he could not fall but something cracked in his mind.

His righteous fury, his unwavering faith—it wavered.

He blinked, his grip on his weapon loosening for half a second.

It was enough.

Envy snatched the moment, striking low, a crescent of abyssal energy slamming into Gabriel's thigh, sending him skidding backward. His leg throbbed, the pain real, the corruption clinging to his divine form.

"Damn it harlot leave me be." he yelled

While that was happening Camael's blades sang through the air, but Greed was laughing, weaving through them as if they were her own. Every slice that came close was redirected, the force of his divine energy twisted back at him, his own strength being stolen and used against him.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it feel unfair?" Greed whispered, her fingers twitching as she yanked the energy from his blade, turning it into a shadow-wrapped whip that cracked against his armor.

Camael gritted his teeth not answering to not give this demon satisfaction, driving a knee into her stomach, but she absorbed the impact, using the force to spring backward and switch places with Gluttony, whose presence alone made the air feel heavier, draining the stamina from the angels surrounding her.

Azrael moved like a storm, his axe carving deep trenches into the battlefield as he tried to strike Sloth down, but every time his weapon came down, Sloth wasn't there—her form flickered, sluggish yet always untouchable, moving just enough that every strike felt as though he was swinging into mist.

Jophiel, the youngest of Heaven's elite, found herself face-to-face with Envy, their eyes locking in silent conflict.

"What do you fight for?" Envy sneered, stepping forward.

Jophiel's fan thrust forward, a golden winds raised and flowed through the dark.

Envy barely dodged, her grin twisting into something cruel.

"I already know the answer. You're fighting for nothing."

Jophiel's movements faltered.

And then—

A crack in the sky.

A golden fist of light descended.

The very ground beneath them cracked as Yahweh entered the battlefield.

The impact alone sent out shockwaves, hurling demons and weaker entities off their feet. The very essence of the Shadow Realm recoiled at his presence, the abyss itself shuddering under the weight of his power.

He stood there, radiating pure, unchecked divinity, his golden form blinding against the darkness. His gaze did not wander.

It went straight to Noboru.

There was no hesitation.

No wasted words.

He moved.

It was instant.

One moment he was standing.

The next, he was upon him.

Noboru couldn't even react—the speed, the sheer difference in power was beyond anything he had faced. Before he could even raise his defenses, Yahweh's hand was reaching for his throat, golden light already blooming in his palm, a divine force strong enough to erase him from existence in an instant.

And then—

A barrier of flames ignited between them, an inferno roaring to life, halting Yahweh's approach.

A hand grasped Yahweh's wrist. Delicate, yet unbreakable. crushing it making him let go.

A voice, smooth, venomous, filled with unshakable resolve, rang through the battlefield.

"You want my baby?"

Lucy Morningstar stood before him, her crimson gown billowing, her golden eyes burning with maternal fury, her lips curling into a smirk that held no amusement—only warning.

"You'll have to go through me."

The battlefield fell silent.

And Yahweh smiled.

But it was not a smile of amusement.

It was pure, unfiltered rage.

The world itself seemed to hold its breath.

The battle between Heaven and Hell had begun.

But now…

Now, it was a war between The God and The Devil.