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On this day, an unprecedented event shook the cosmos. Across the 999 Hells, all demons heard the agonized screams of their Supreme Ruler.
The King of All Evil, the Ruler of All Demons, the First Sinner, and the Betrayer of the Heavenly Father—none other than the one everyone feared, the being who shaped Hell into what it was now.
His body twisted in agony, withering and regenerating endlessly. The damage from his battle against Anna and the Venerables was far greater than he could have ever imagined.
As his humanoid form dragged itself through his empty palace, demonic blood leaked from his wounds, staining the floor. Wherever his blood touched, dozens of demonic abominations sprouted to life, groaning and crying.
He began laughing abruptly, glaring at the monsters surrounding him, drinking his own blood as they groaned and wailed.
His handsome, human-like face contorted. His blue eyes and long blond hair transformed, his head morphing into a gigantic, red-scaled dragon’s maw. He devoured his own offspring one by one.
Their pitiful cries echoed through the palace as he consumed them, born from his wounds and blood, in a monstrous ritual of bloodshed. The act restored some of his vitality, grotesque as it was.
Finally, he dragged himself back to his throne, collapsing onto it, gasping for air. Exhausted and in pain, he felt death looming at any moment.
He screamed in both fury and pain. The memory of Anna’s face ignited an inferno of rage within him. He wanted nothing more than to tear her to shreds and feast on her corpse.
In a frenzy of anger and insanity, he clawed at his pristine white skin, tearing it apart to reveal monstrous jaws, eyes, and writhing red tentacles that screamed. His face distorted into countless crying visages as he ripped away his feathered, angelic wings. Black and red tentacles, filled with blood-weeping eyes, sprouted in their place.
Engulfed in rage, pain, and agony, something glowed within him, mutating. As he sank deeper into insanity and hatred, fixated on a nemesis he vowed to slay, his stagnant Story—the narrative of his existence—began to progress. He was evolving.
The Laws of Causality around him twisted and warped, feeding him the essence of the cosmos. His enlightenment, born from hatred, pain, and agony, elevated him into something beyond comprehension.
His laughter triggered an explosion, obliterating his palace and the entire region of the First Hell. An entire city, home to billions of demons, was erased from existence.
The demonic souls of those obliterated flowed toward him, nourishing his monstrous, writhing form as it grew uncontrollably, regenerating like a cancer. His wicked laughter reverberated across all 999 Hells.
Demons screamed—mostly nobles or high-ranking beings who had enjoyed the privilege of residing millennia in the First Hell—fleeing in terror. Those with sufficient power escaped through portals, but the weaker remained, trapped as Lucifer’s expanding jaws consumed the entire First Hell and everything within it.
Amid the screams of hundreds of billions of demons, Lucifer completed his “ascension” into a new form, a new being, a new realm—a new
He grinned through countless jaws as his massive, fleshy body compacted itself. A new form emerged, both demonic and angelic, overflowing with the flames of Hell and the light of Heaven.
As Lucifer laughed and reveled in his ascended form, he summoned the Demonic Thrones, the Archdemons.
Portals opened around his new form, and giant entities emerged—some beastly, others humanoid. A few were conspicuously absent.
“You mean that Earth where Anna hails from, Your Majesty?” asked Leviathan.
“S-So that’s what happened…” Mammon murmured.
As Lucifer and his Archdemons plotted their next moves, two divine golden eyes gazed upon them with contempt.
In that moment, Lucifer’s crimson eyes glared back.
The divine presence vanished, and Lucifer smirked.
“No longer will you survey me as you please, Father. If you wish to watch me so badly, come yourself.”
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The divine presence reappeared in its own realm, a world of pristine white clouds, blue skies, and shining stars above.
He collapsed onto the white floor of his palace, gasping for air, drained. A mere glance from his brother had nearly devoured his soul.
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Chapter 492: Abhorrent Ascension
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