Banished to the Abyss After Defying the Author-Chapter 7: When Restraint Breaks

Noah stood still.

Victoria had wandered ahead into what remained of the displaced town. Her steps were careful, hesitant, as if moving too fast might erase what little was left.

She scanned the empty streets, eyes lingering on doorways, windows—places where people should have been.

She moved like someone afraid that stopping would make the absence final.

Noah watched her.

Not closely.

Not protectively.

Just aware.

Then something changed.

Not in Hell. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Not in space.

In structure.

The air tightened around him, as if reality itself had drawn in a breath and forgotten how to release it.

The stasis around him shattered.

Noah’s head snapped up.

"—Victoria."

He took one step—

—and space folded.

Azazealeux appeared between them without warning, wings slicing through existence like blades. Before Noah could close the distance, the world inverted.

He was gone.

Silence.

Not emptiness—finality.

The kind of silence that existed only where stars had already burned out and no one had bothered to replace them.

Six presences surrounded him.

Devil Lords.

Each one radiated power that didn’t sit right—authority layered on authority, reinforced, stabilized, borrowed. Noah felt it immediately.

Dragonforce’s fingerprints were everywhere.

He exhaled slowly.

"So," he said calmly, "you think borrowed strength is enough to delay me."

The Leviathan moved first.

Chains snapped into existence—temporal bindings that wrapped around Noah, locking causality itself. Past, present, future collapsed into a single pinned moment.

Noah looked down at the chain coiled around his wrist.

Then he grabbed it.

The concept broke.

"I’ll say this once," Noah said evenly. "Leave."

More chains followed.

Black.

White.

Gray.

They wrapped around him in layers—authority binding authority. Noah felt the alignment now: Dragonforce. The Abyssal King. The Devil King.

Acting together.

A sigh escaped him.

"...So these are the best restraints you could manage."

Lilith stepped forward, her smile soft, almost affectionate.

"We’re not here to kill you," she said gently. "Just to keep you occupied."

She leaned closer, voice dropping.

"Long enough for the girl to die."

The space around Noah cracked.

"You can revive her body," Lilith continued. "But her soul will fracture."

Permanently.

The false universe Azazealeux had constructed imploded.

Not exploded—collapsed inward, like a lie that could no longer support its own weight.

They were back in Hell.

And Hell screamed.

"I restrained myself," Noah said quietly. His voice no longer carried boredom. "So worlds wouldn’t break."

The chains snapped.

"But you involved her."

His presence expanded.

The first layer of Hell collapsed.

Devil Lords fled upward on instinct, tearing through layers to escape annihilation—but the destruction followed faster than reality could rebuild itself.

Hell tried to heal.

It failed.

In desperation, the Devil Lords regrouped—merging flesh, authority, and stolen power into a single unstable existence.

An incomplete Devil Prince.

It laughed.

"You can’t survive this."

It raised its hand.

Destructive energy—dense enough to erase worlds—crashed down on Noah.

He didn’t move.

The energy vanished into him.

Silence followed.

Noah’s body glowed faintly blue.

"...That’s it?" he asked quietly. "Your ’infinite’ power already has limits."

The Devil Prince recoiled.

Noah glanced around at the collapsing Hell.

"...I’ll have to rebuild this."

He grabbed the Devil Prince by the throat.

"You made poor decisions."

Energy poured back—every fragment of destruction Noah had absorbed, forced inward.

The Devil Prince smiled weakly.

"My body is linked to the Void. I can absorb endlessly."

Noah tightened his grip.

"Then let’s see how much your Void can hold."

Hell shattered.

Not partially.

Completely.

The sky fractured like glass. Layers peeled away. Destructive energy spilled outward, ripping into Shallow Hell, then deeper strata beyond.

The Devil Prince screamed.

"Stop—please—my Void is breaking—!"

A portal tore open.

Victoria stumbled through—alive.

Luciferus followed.

"Noah!" she called.

The moment her voice reached him, Noah’s aura collapsed inward.

He threw the Devil Prince aside.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, already moving toward her.

Victoria shook her head and raised her hand.

A sword gleamed—silver and gold intertwined, sharp enough to hurt the eyes.

"The Sable Edge," she said. "Luciferus gave it to me. It kept me alive."

Noah’s gaze flicked to Luciferus.

The Devil Lord dropped to one knee.

"KING OF KINGS," Luciferus said, head bowed. "Please forgive my brothers’ and sisters’ foolishness. Spare them."

The Devil Prince unraveled—splitting back into the six Devil Lords, collapsing into the ruined ground.

Noah’s voice echoed—not loud, but absolute.

"They endangered someone under my protection. They conspired with the Devil King, the Abyssal King, and Dragonforce to restrain me."

Luciferus didn’t lift his head.

"Then punish me," he said. "I am the eldest. Their failure is mine."

Noah studied him.

"...You haven’t changed."

He turned away.

"H E L L H E I M."

The word rewrote absence.

Hell reformed—not pristine, not whole, but stable. Scars remained. Consequences stayed.

Noah exhaled.

"Victoria," he said, extending his hand. "We’re returning."

She took it without hesitation.

"I want to find my people," she said.

Noah nodded.

He glanced once more at Luciferus.

"This is the last mercy," Noah said. "If this happens again, your siblings die."

Noah turned to leave.

Then he stopped.

"Luciferus," he said without looking back. "Tell me—where is your Devil King?"

Luciferus remained on one knee, head bowed."The Devil King has left this realm," he answered. "He departed for the Abyssal Worlds... alongside the Abyssal King."

Noah exhaled slowly.

"...Of course he did."

He turned back.

"Since the Devil King isn’t here," Noah continued, "I’m appointing you."

Luciferus stiffened.

"...My lord?"

"You’ll serve as the Acting King," Noah said flatly. "Until I return."

Luciferus’s eyes widened. "B–But I am not worthy of such a title—"

"That’s irrelevant," Noah cut in. "Hell requires a king to regulate it. And among those left, you’re the most suitable."

Luciferus lifted his gaze, disbelief giving way to resolve."Thank you, King of Kings," he said, bowing deeper. "I will govern according to your will."

Noah stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"From this moment on," he said, "you are the Acting King of the Underworld. Manage all its layers."

Luciferus didn’t rise."My lord," he said carefully, "may I request something?"

Noah sighed. "Speak."

"My six siblings caused great damage," Luciferus said. "But... please grant them roles. Let them serve, so Hell remains stable."

Noah considered it for a moment.

"...Fine."

He spoke once, decisive.

"Azazealeux and Lilith will govern Hell Proper.Leviathene and Belphogar will manage Shallow Hell.Satane and Beelzebub will oversee the Underground Hell."

Luciferus’s shoulders eased.

"I will monitor them personally," he vowed. "They will not repeat their mistakes."

Noah nodded.

"See that they don’t."

He turned away.

Victoria fell into step beside him without a word.

Behind them, Luciferus remained kneeling—no longer in fear, but in responsibility.

And Hell, for the first time in ages, had direction.