Chapter 50: Conflict Breakdown.

Satan: "Thank you so much. For eons, I have dreamed of finally being free… I remain the incarnation of Sin, certainly, but I feel at peace. I do not know how to thank you, Apollon…"

Silent tears once again rolled down her cheeks, much to the solar god's annoyance.

Apollon (sighing): "You could start… by letting me go. Don't you think?"

Meanwhile, in the depths of the Void…

Thanato waited patiently for Apollon's arrival. To everyone's surprise, it was Raiku who appeared first, eyes blazing.

Raiku: "You!!!"

Thanato slowly turned his head, surprised.

Thanato: "Me…?"

Raiku: "Yes, you! Coward! Did you think your little technique would make me yield? Now, prepare to die-"

She was interrupted by a nonchalant voice suddenly echoing in the hall, causing her to grit her teeth.

???: "Uh, excuse me?"

Raiku: "Who dares interrupt my sentence?!"

Thanato (smiling): "Well, well… Wamy. What brings you here?"

It was indeed Wamy, whose cheerful voice contrasted with the tense atmosphere.

Wamy: "Sorry to cut in, but… the hall is still waiting. And I've tracked Arcane. I thought it best to inform you."

Thanato (standing up): "Excellent. Thank you, Wamy. You're as efficient as ever."

Raiku: "You dare ignore me?!"

Thanato: "To you, demon, I yield the victory. You see, the gods are perpetually called elsewhere…"

Wamy nodded with a knowing expression.

Wamy: "And striking such a charming woman, even if she's a demon, would almost be sacrilegious!"

Raiku blushed slightly, frowning.

Raiku: "Huh…? You two are completely idiots!"

Wamy & Thanato (in unison): "We are as serious as can be."

Raiku: "I… I don't even have words anymore."

Then Satan appeared, Apollon at her side.

Raiku: "Sata?! What are you doing beside Apollon?!"

Satan: "Call me by my true name now: Satan. And as for Apollon… let's just say I no longer have any reason to oppose anyone."

Raiku: "What do you mean by that?"

Satan: "That I will finally know rest."

Thanato: "By all the gods… What is the source of this change? You seem unrecognizable."

Satan: "The answer is simple: I am fulfilled. Time has taught me pain, indifference, and rejection. I cried without a hand to comfort me. I gave without receiving. I was hungry and no bread was offered. I was cold, and no fire was lit. I begged, and I was ignored. When I hoped, I was broken. I offered my love, and I was struck, chased away. Sadness, reflection, resolution… I understood how curious it is that people only notice your change… when it no longer serves them."

She raised her eyes toward the empty sky of the Void.

Satan: "It is their behavior… that changed me. But in truth, I was served by the primordial gods themselves. How could I express my gratitude to them?"

Raiku: "You… you really are Satan? I don't recognize you anymore. Apollon, what have you done to her?"

Apollon: "What can I say… except that she found herself."

Satan: "Raiku, I understand your confusion… But yes, it is truly me."

She raised her hand and summoned myriads of luminous butterflies.

Satan: "I will repair my faults, starting now."

Wamy: "These butterflies… What are they?"

Satan: "They are fragments of myself. They embody my consciousness. Those who gaze upon them will be compelled to act according to my will… for eternity. Once, I also used them to erase memories through time."

Wamy stepped back, worried.

Wamy: "Wait… Those who look at them?!"

Satan (reassuring): "Fear nothing. They are harmless. I have given them no orders. For now, they are just butterflies."

Wamy (wiping his brow): "Phew…"

Satan: "It is time to restore the memory and righteousness of those who still remain. Forward."

The butterflies took flight in a shimmering swarm.

Apollon: "We still have so much to do, you know."

Satan nodded, then turned to Raiku.

Satan: "Raiku… Will you come with me? Do you still want to stay by my side?"

Raiku (sighing): "I shouldn't. This change is so sudden… But well, you're the only one I can endure time with. Let's go."

Satan smiled at her, and the two disappeared.

Thanato: "Wamy… You said you knew where the little girl is?"

Wamy: "Of course."

Apollon: "That makes our task easier."

Wamy: "This way. Follow me."

They too vanished from the Void.

The world evolved. After Arcane was found, Zeus, in his wrath, cursed the world of the limbo, imposing his authority there. Zara was sealed there forever. Shiba was imprisoned in a weapon on Earth.

As for Satan and Raiku, they now lived humbly, renouncing harm.

Erasa, in her realm, led a peaceful existence alongside her subjects, continuing to train her soldiers.

Lucifer: "Erasa… Where does this ardor come from? This joy of existence?"

Erasa: "Father, I am indeed a demon, born of a familiar, but my appearance does not prevent me from living or being loved. It is precisely for that reason… that I am ambitious."

Lucifer: "I am proud to be your father, my daughter."

Erasa: "And I am ready to continue the fight, father. This is only the beginning."

With passion, she resumed her training. But in the secret of her heart, other ambitions perhaps still slumbered…

The truth is, Satan knows of the kingdom of Jada not because she was taught it, nor because she conquered it-but because she glimpsed Odin's light through me.

One day, she saw me. Just once. A fraction of a moment. She saw the scar the father of gods left on me-a burning groove etched between my shoulder blades, where even time no longer heals. And that was enough. For Satan possesses a gift no one should bear: the conception of origins.

I gave it to her. It was an act of pity, or perhaps mockery, I no longer know. She, a wandering and broken creature, transformed into the heir of Pure Viraya, shaped by her own ability to conceive and imitate what precedes all things: beginnings.

But here is the naked, scarlet truth: she will never rise beyond what I have granted her. Her ceiling is that of my mercy. She should thank me. She should fall to her knees and understand that without Lucifer, she would never have reached any height.

Instead, she saw Cancellor. And in his silhouette, I myself sowed the seed of elevation. She believed it was hers. She believed that step belonged to her. But it was still me. Always me. I, Lucifer, the fallen star, the bearer of fire.

Now, I have nothing left to give her. No more knowledge, no more momentum, no more light. My gaze no longer turns to her. I turn to my daughter. It is in her that the next spark burns. As for the rest… I will watch. I will see what they make of their ruins.

And from this throne I built in eternal silences, I contemplate the world of the Limbo.

A world with no sky. A world with no earth.

The stars fall there like rotten fruit, bursting in storms of blood and black light. The firmament is cracked, screaming in forgotten tongues, woven of dead thunder, inverted halos, hungry constellations. It is no longer a sky, but an open wound above the void.

The ground? It no longer exists. It twists, folds, rises like a feverish beast. Mountains of bones erupt and vanish. Gaping chasms breathe, swallowing air and souls. Every step is a blasphemy against gravity.

The Limbo was created by a demon damned by Zeus himself. A titan of chaos, scourge of times, reduced to oblivion… but whose dream of vengeance shaped this distorted hell.

Its children? Demons once of the Underworld. But Zeus cursed them, and their nature rotted in this unstable matrix. Their wings are inverted, folded like claws. Their voices are symphonies of dissonance. They crawl through dimensions like fevers. Some still carry the memory of their infernal rank, but it is twisted, painful, incoherent.

They imitate each other, devour each other trying to regain a coherent form. But every rebirth is only a grotesque draft, a nightmare spawn more deformed than the last.

There is no law in the Limbo. No time, no reliable causality. Frozen moments float in the air like fractured stained glass, and sometimes, a scream remains suspended there, frozen for eternity.

Chaos is total there-a reversed prayer, a cursed creation. It is the fractured dream of a fallen god, unable to forget order, but disgusted by its memory.

And yet, in this abyss, something still watches. Something ancient. Something that remembers.

And I, Lucifer, contemplate this… in silence.