Chapter 49 – The Wrath of the God of Creation’s Disciples
Hell's Crimson Battlefield
Kuragami stood on the battlefield, the ground beneath him a shattered wasteland. Black flames burned endlessly, illuminating the training grounds where his army was gathered. Thousands of demons—his newly formed legion—stood in perfect formation, their eyes fixed on him, awaiting his command.
Malphas (formerly Asmodeus), Selphira, and the rest of the Strongest Demons who had pledged their loyalty stood behind him. At his right side, Saphira, his most trusted warrior, her black eyes emotionless, her aura suffocating.
Kuragami's voice was cold, his words like steel.
"The gods believe themselves untouchable. They think their judgment is absolute. But today, we carve their names into the dirt beneath our feet. We are no longer the hunted—we are the hunters."
The demons roared, shaking the land itself.
But then—the sky above Hell split open.
A blinding divine light descended upon them. The presence was overwhelming, drowning out the aura of Hell itself. The flames turned cold. The air became heavy, as if the very concept of destruction had been erased.
From the light, six figures stepped forward.
Clad in radiant armor, the Disciples of Jews, the God of Creation, had arrived.
Their leader, Elijah, stood at the front, his gaze locked onto Kuragami. He was different from the others—his presence alone was enough to make the weaker demons fall to their knees. His aura was absolute, suffocating, the weight of creation itself pressing down on Hell.
His voice was filled with both sorrow and fury.
"Kuragami… you slaughtered the Disciples of Thor. You killed them without hesitation. Even… my friend."
Kuragami's expression remained unreadable. So, one of them was your friend?
The air between them crackled with unspoken violence.
"Today, you pay the price."
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The War Begins
A single step. That was all it took.
Elijah moved—and the battlefield erupted into chaos.
A golden sword, burning with divine flames, sliced toward Kuragami's throat.
Saphira intercepted, her black blade clashing against the divine steel, the force of their battle shattering the ground beneath them.
Malphas surged forward, unleashing a torrent of destruction, but the second disciple countered, sealing the attack with a gesture.
The battle was unlike anything the demons had ever faced. These were not mere angels or holy warriors. These were the Disciples of Creation, the true enforcers of divine will.
Kuragami watched, analyzing. They are strong. But they are not gods.
His purple eyes flashed—and he moved.
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Kuragami vs. Elijah
Elijah's blade came for his heart. Kuragami didn't dodge.
Instead—his black eyes turned crimson.
Red Eyes – The Power of Absolute Strength.
With a single motion, he caught the divine sword with his bare hands.
Elijah's eyes widened. "Impossible—"
Before he could react, Kuragami's fist struck his chest.
The world trembled. A crater formed beneath them, swallowing everything in darkness.
Elijah coughed up blood, his divine armor cracking from the impact. But instead of retreating, he laughed.
"Is this all, Demon King?"
Kuragami smirked. Interesting.
He activated his Golden Eyes.
A massive wave of undead erupted from the ground, demons long thought lost to time rising once more.
Elijah gritted his teeth, realizing the battlefield itself had turned against him.
But he wasn't done.
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The Fall of Hell's Sky
The Disciples of Jews unleashed their true power.
One raised his hands, and the sky turned to light.
Another summoned chains that wrapped around Malphas, sealing his destruction.
Saphira struggled, her demonic energy flickering as divine restraints weakened her.
Kuragami narrowed his eyes. They want to erase everything.
Then—Elijah whispered something.
"I will bring you judgment, Kuragami."
The sky cracked apart.
A massive divine weapon descended.
It was not a sword. Not a spear. It was something beyond mortal comprehension—a pillar of pure creation.
And it was coming for Kuragami.
The demons screamed. Hell itself trembled.
Kuragami did not move.
Instead—his purple eyes burned.
"Fool."
With a whisper, he copied Elijah's divine power.
And then—he made it his own.
The pillar of creation froze mid-air. The divine weapon that should have erased him from existence now belonged to him.
Elijah's face twisted in horror.
"No—impossible!"
Kuragami raised a single hand. The stolen divine energy twisted, corrupted, reshaped.
He turned it into destruction.
And then—he brought it down.
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The End of the Disciples
The battlefield was silent.
Where the Disciples of Jews once stood—only ruins remained.
Elijah lay on the ground, coughing up blood. His divine armor had shattered. His power was fading.
Kuragami stood over him, eyes filled with nothing but cold amusement.
"Your gods did not save you."
Elijah struggled to move, his hand reaching toward the sky.
Kuragami knelt beside him, whispering in his ear. "Do you see now? There is no salvation. No paradise. Only me."
And with that—he crushed Elijah's throat.
The last disciple fell.
The war was over.
Hell belonged to Kuragami.
Saphira stepped beside him, silent. Her eyes, once filled with anger, now carried something else. Awe. Devotion. Something darker.
Kuragami turned to his army. "This is what awaits all who oppose me."**
The demons roared, their loyalty absolute.
Kuragami simply smiled.
"And now, we prepare for the next war."
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