I'm The Devil-Chapter 323: Destroying The Outer God 2

The storm didn’t roar.

It screamed.

Crimson lightning split the void, dragging thunder from a place that shouldn’t have had sound. Fire poured sideways. The sky bled concepts—hope, despair, memory—twisting into raw power as Lucifer stood with his arm still raised, eyes glowing like dying stars.

Nezha shielded his face. "Okay. That’s new."

Lucifer didn’t answer. He was locked in.

The moment the Balance vanished, something inside him snapped. Like a lock coming undone. He wasn’t holding back anymore.

He didn’t have to.

Across the battlefield, the Outer Gods started to move again. Hesitant. Confused. Zathrith’s coils coiled tighter. Vora’Zhul’s birthing canals cracked open, ready to spawn more horror. Izh’raqul reared its infinite jaws, and Naqirath began to shift all her thousand gazes back toward them.

Lucifer looked at them like pests.

"I’m done playing."

Then he moved.

Fast.

Way too fast.

He launched into Zathrith first. The Bound Leviathan tried to rise, but Lucifer punched straight through his core. One hit. That’s all it took. Zathrith’s form—an endless coil of time-flesh and shattered rules—twisted, spasmed, and imploded. No fire. No gore. Just compression. He folded in on himself, screaming in a voice made of whale songs and broken timelines.

Gone.

Nezha’s jaw dropped. "Holy—"

But Lucifer was already gone again. A blur of red light and fury.

Naqirath tried to run. Her thousand eyes blinked in perfect sync, launching a fractal blast of reality-inverting lasers at him. He didn’t dodge. He didn’t need to. The beams hit him—and unhappened. They touched his skin, and just stopped existing.

Lucifer grabbed two of her limbs and ripped.

She screamed. Loud enough that Nezha’s eardrums nearly burst. The air cracked. Planets in distant universes shattered from the echo.

He twisted her like rope, then crushed her down into a single, screaming singularity. With a snap of his fingers, she blinked out of the void like she was never real.

Two down.

Vora’Zhul surged forward in a panic, trying to vomit out a newborn god into the fray. Her mouth opened wide—too wide—and fire began to pour.

Lucifer caught the baby god mid-birth.

Looked it in the eyes.

Then crushed it in one hand.

Vora’Zhul screamed like a dying choir. Lucifer leapt straight into her maw, let his body catch fire inside it—then exploded out the back, dragging her spine behind him, wreathed in unholy light.

She collapsed, a mountain of stillbirths and broken futures, and died alone.

Three.

By now, the void was shaking.

Not from them.

From fear.

Izh’raqul roared, its mouths blooming like flowers made of nightmares. It charged, all teeth and dimension and myth-eating hunger. Lucifer didn’t wait. He went in.

Inside the maw.

Inside the god.

Nezha couldn’t see what happened next.

But something changed.

The inside of Izh’raqul lit up. From within. Red lightning streaked through its throat. Then pulses. Then pulses became cracks. Cracks became ruptures.

A beat later, Izh’raqul exploded from the inside out, torn apart by the pressure of something it couldn’t digest.

Lucifer hovered above the remains, cloak flickering behind him, his eyes locked onto whatever god came next.

He landed.

Nezha walked up, careful now.

"…Are you okay?"

Lucifer looked at his hand. It trembled. Not with weakness. With power.

"I think I finally stopped holding back."

"Yeah," Nezha muttered. "Noticed."

The surviving gods pulled away. Not many were left now. Maybe a dozen. Maybe less. Time was bending around them, so counting didn’t really matter.

And then came the scream.

Not a god’s.

Not human.

Just existence crying out as something deeper woke up.

Lucifer turned slowly.

From the deepest part of the void, something rose.

Old.

Older than the gods.

Older than Balance.

Its name echoed across every language at once.

Azahrak. The First Silence.

A mass of stillness. A god that didn’t move or speak. A presence so heavy that when it appeared, even the concept of "motion" around it started to die.

It didn’t attack.

It just stood there.

And that was enough.

Lucifer stumbled back one step, eyes narrowing.

"…Damn."

Nezha frowned. "You can kill that, right?"

Lucifer took a deep breath. "I’ll find out."

Azahrak didn’t roar. It breathed in.

And that was worse.

Space folded into its lungs. Light dimmed. A few lesser gods were caught in the breath, pulled toward it, screaming—and unmade. Turned into dust before they touched its skin.

Lucifer raised both hands.

And stepped forward.

He didn’t run this time. No explosion. No burst.

Just calm steps.

Every footfall made the void flinch.

When he got close, he stopped.

"You’re the one they all hid from," he said softly. "The one that watches the end of things."

Azahrak didn’t answer.

Lucifer smiled.

"Then watch me."

And he rose.

Flames burst from under his feet, lifting him into the dark above Azahrak’s mass. He spread his arms wide, summoned every piece of power he’d ever stolen, forged, earned. Light, dark, rage, sin, grace. All of it.

Then he dove.

A meteor.

A starfall.

He hit Azahrak headfirst—and everything broke.

The sky.

The rules.

The boundary between thought and matter.

Nezha screamed as reality turned inside out. The gods fled. The ones that couldn’t just vanished. The void cracked down the middle, like someone had split the concept of "space" with a hammer.

Silence.

Then—

A roar.

From the center of the crater, Lucifer rose. Covered in fire. Eyes wild. Hands bleeding light.

Azahrak was on its knees.

Lucifer reached into the god’s chest—if it even had one—and ripped.

Pulled out the core.

A black pearl.

A singularity of silence.

He crushed it.

And Azahrak died.

For real.

The final stillness.

Gone.

Lucifer dropped to his knees, panting, flames still burning around him.

Nezha stumbled up to him, clutching his spear. "You’re insane."

Lucifer chuckled. "Took you this long to figure that out?"

They both stood.

The battlefield was silent now.

No gods.

No Balance.

No Azahrak.

Just the two of them.

Lucifer looked up. "They’ll come back. Some of them."

Nezha nodded. "We’ll deal with it."

Lucifer grinned, red eyes still glowing faint. "Yeah. But next time, you’re going first."

Nezha laughed.

Somewhere, distant stars started to shine again.

And above them…

The crack in the sky slowly began to close.