slaughter

"Do you think I was born 2,000 years ago? That is no longer my problem. It was probably my grandfather that you made the deal with… Hm, on second thought, if you really want my help, offer yourself up to me!!"

"You vile demon! How vulgar, as expected from the demon race!" One of the captains lashed out, sword raised high as he charged at Luseraph, his face twisted with rage. His blade gleamed with a faint, ethereal light, a symbol of his determination. But Luseraph merely watched him with disinterest, eyes gleaming red, like a hunter sizing up its prey.

Before the captain could land a blow, the princess stepped forward, raising a hand to halt the soldier. Her voice rang out, firm and unwavering, "That's enough. Without his help, we might as well all die. If it's for the future of humanity, I might as well offer myself up! I, crowned Princess of Aelfhim, hereby swear upon my crown that if you help us secure a victory against the Fallen Angels, I will offer my life up to you!"

The air around them shifted, an unspoken tension growing heavy. Luseraph's crimson eyes flickered toward her, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. "If that's the case," he said softly, his tone like silk wrapping around steel, "then I see no reason why I shouldn't help you take care of these pesky Fallen Angels." With a swift motion, he landed in front of the humans, the ground beneath his feet cracking as his gaze shot upward, locking on the Fallen Angels' leader.

"Hey, Leviathan," Luseraph called out, his voice smooth and teasing, "I hope this doesn't mean you'll spare this insignificant race from annihilation because of me!"

Leviathan, high above in the sky, stood still for a moment. Her form, a towering silhouette against the blood-red sky, radiated a potent and undeniable presence. Her piercing gaze locked onto Luseraph, her voice cold and cutting, "It seems Luseraph, the demon prodigy who became the Demon Lord by defeating his father at the age of seven, has chosen to side with the humans—all because of a single girl. However, I must warn you: if you get in my way, I will not hesitate to kill you!"

Luseraph chuckled darkly, the sound of it like a whisper that echoed through the battlefield. "Ah, I see. So because the humans are of a lower level of existence than you Fallen Angels, you plan to kill them all?" He shook his head slowly, his smile deepening. "I see... Well, in that case, I also have reason to wipe out your entire race, since you're of a lower race to us demons! So, pick: go, or be killed!"

Leviathan's eyes narrowed into slits, a dangerous smile playing on her lips as she slowly raised one hand toward the heavens. The air seemed to thicken, and a pulse of dark energy surged through her, crackling with power. "It seems you've become too arrogant. We Fallen Angels are not inferior to demons. In fact, we're of a higher level. After all, we have your strengths but not your weaknesses!" she declared, her voice laced with deadly confidence.

She flicked her wrist, and a massive, purple magic circle appeared in the sky above, its edges crackling with immense energy. It spiraled down toward the battlefield, spreading like an ominous storm cloud. The ground trembled as the circle expanded, its presence suffocating the very air around them.

Luseraph's smile only grew wider as he met her gaze. "Seems you've made your choice," he said softly. He raised a hand and turned it in a sweeping motion, as though conducting an invisible orchestra. "Well, it's about time I make mine..." His voice grew louder, a deep resonance in it. "Hear me, humans: this is no longer your fight, so consider the deal we made void! Your princess wasn't really eye-catching to begin with—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the captain who had tried to retaliate against him lunged forward, his sword aiming for Luseraph's chest. But his movement was slow, too slow to reach the demon lord.

Luseraph's gaze flicked to the captain in the same instant, his crimson eyes gleaming with malice. In one swift motion, his hand shot out, gripping the captain's throat and lifting him into the air with ease. The soldier's body spasmed in an attempt to break free, but Luseraph merely squeezed. The captain's body trembled, his face turning purple, and then—explosion. Blood sprayed across the battlefield as the captain's body shattered, leaving only fragments of flesh and bone scattered across the floor.

The princess recoiled, her eyes wide in shock, but Luseraph's gaze never left her. His voice was cold, casual, "I've tolerated you enough! Anyone else who'd like to join him?"

The words barely left his lips before Leviathan's rage-fueled voice rang out, "Judgment of the Fallen Gods!" Her words cut through the air like a blade, and with a violent surge, she summoned a massive sword—over a hundred meters in length—carved from pure purple energy. The sword descended from the sky, its edge glowing with an ominous light, aimed directly at Luseraph and the humans.

The air around them crackled with electricity as the sword's massive form grew closer, casting a shadow over everything below. "With this attack, I bid you all goodbye, including you, Demon Lord!" Leviathan shouted, her voice high and maddened with laughter. Her face twisted with almost sadistic glee, as though this were the climax of some grand spectacle.

Luseraph's eyes gleamed, unbothered. He looked up at the descending blade and smiled faintly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Well, that's if the attack even manages to hit." He paused, his smile widening as his crimson gaze flicked back toward Leviathan. "It'll probably take ten seconds before it reaches us, and that's enough time to kill you. You'll soon understand why I'm known as the Demon Prodigy!" He raised a single hand, fingers splayed wide as he summoned something—an orb-like object that appeared in his palm.

The orb pulsed once, its surface dripping with dark, crimson fluid. It was heart-shaped.

Leviathan's eyes widened in disbelief as Luseraph crushed the heart into pieces with a casual motion, sending the broken pieces scattering like fragile glass. The very air seemed to tremble with the sheer weight of his power.

"Spatial magic! One of my best," Luseraph remarked nonchalantly, his voice cool and unaffected. "Since I disrupted your magic, taking care of this attack will be child's play!" He vanished in a burst of speed, appearing in front of the massive sword in the blink of an eye. With a single, devastating punch, his fist collided with the sword, shattering it into a thousand shards. The pieces exploded outward, sparkling like glass as they disintegrated into nothingness.

Leviathan stared, wide-eyed and furious. "You think taking my heart would kill me?" she sneered, her tone dripping with venom. "We Fallen Angels share the same concept of life as angels! After all, we're half divine!" Her form shimmered with energy, the wound she had suffered rapidly healing before the humans' eyes.

"Dark Lightning!" she roared, thrusting both hands into the air as purple lightning crackled around her. The bolt erupted from her fingers, a blinding stream of violet energy that shot straight toward Luseraph.

The bolt engulfed him in a violent explosion, a massive flash of light that consumed the sky and split the heavens themselves. The shockwave rippled outward, a shock of pure destructive force that shook the very earth beneath their feet.

"Are you still there, or are you already dead?" Leviathan's mocking voice echoed through the storm as she hovered in the air, eyes gleaming with malicious delight.

In the wake of the explosion, the humans cowered, hearts racing as they feared the worst. But then, as the smoke began to clear, a voice cut through the haze, calm and unfazed.

"Did you call for me, master?" a voice inquired, soft and steady. From the swirling dust emerged a silver-haired boy with crimson eyes. He appeared no older than fourteen, his features serene, almost ethereal in the light.

"Yes, Beel! Help me take care of these small fries while I deal with this pesky Fallen Angel!" Luseraph's voice rang out clearly from behind the boy, stepping through the smoke completely unharmed, as though the lightning had never touched him.

"Understood, master!" Beel grinned, his face lighting up with fierce excitement. In an instant, he was gone, vanishing into a trail of flashing light. The remaining Fallen Angels, who had been closing in on the humans at incredible speed, suddenly found their heads severed from their bodies in a flash. Their lifeless forms crashed to the ground with a sickening thud, blood spraying in all directions.

"You're as fast as ever, Beel!" Luseraph praised, watching with mild amusement as his subordinate effortlessly eliminated the last of the Fallen Angels.

Beel landed beside him, eyes gleaming with pride. "If you want, I can take care of the final one for you!" he said, full of confidence.

Luseraph turned his gaze toward Leviathan, who hovered in the air, stunned and furious. "It would be an insult for the leader of the so-called mighty Fallen Angels to die at the hands of my subordinate while I merely watch," he said with a smile, his voice laced with amusement. "But as a reward, I'll let you experience a portion of my power."