CHAPTER 20: The Devil's Wrath
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The scream echoed across the chapel.
Not human.
Not animal.
Something far worse.
Something ancient.
The demon’s body convulsed violently as Lucifer’s hand remained buried inside its chest, black blood pouring slowly onto the shattered chapel floor.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Terrifying silence.
The surviving guards stood frozen in horror while Holland struggled painfully to his feet several feet away, breathing hard after being thrown across the room.
And Heaven—
Heaven could not move.
Because Lucifer no longer looked merely dangerous.
He looked catastrophic.
Darkness twisted violently around him like living smoke while his crimson eyes glowed unnaturally bright beneath the ruined stained-glass windows. Black wings stretched fully behind him, enormous enough to swallow the candlelight entirely.
Beautiful.
Terrible.
The Devil himself.
The demon choking beneath Lucifer’s grip clawed desperately at his arm.
“L-Lucifer—”
“How dare you touch her?”
Lucifer’s voice sounded inhuman now.
Cold enough to freeze blood.
The shadows inside the chapel screamed violently again.
Actually screamed.
The sound alone made the remaining guards collapse trembling onto their knees.
The demon tried speaking once more.
Lucifer crushed its heart instantly.
The body dropped lifelessly onto the floor with a sickening sound.
Silence crashed over the chapel afterward.
Lucifer remained standing there motionless, black blood dripping slowly from his hand while darkness curled across the cracked stone beneath his feet.
Heaven’s heartbeat thundered painfully inside her chest.
Not only from fear.
From realization.
Because the rage she just witnessed—
That was not the rage of someone protecting a weakness.
That was possessiveness.
Pure terrifying possessiveness.
Lucifer slowly turned toward her.
The moment his crimson eyes met hers—
Everything changed.
The darkness around him calmed slightly.
The violent shadows softened.
And Heaven realized something horrifying.
He was making an effort not to frighten her.
Holland noticed too.
The prince immediately stepped between them despite the blood staining his shoulder from the demon’s attack.
“No.”
His voice came rough but firm.
“You don’t come near her.”
Lucifer’s expression darkened faintly.
The tension inside the chapel sharpened instantly.
“Heaven nearly died because of your rebellion,” Holland continued furiously. “Your enemies are attacking my kingdom now!”
“They are not my enemies anymore,” Lucifer said quietly.
That answer unsettled everyone.
Even Heaven.
“What does that mean?” she whispered.
Lucifer’s gaze remained fixed on Holland for several moments before finally shifting toward her.
“It means Hell no longer obeys me completely.”
The words landed heavily.
Impossible.
Lucifer ruled Hell itself.
The idea of demons rebelling against him felt absurd.
Yet judging from the fury burning behind his eyes—
It was true.
Another distant explosion thundered across the capital.
The chapel trembled again.
Outside, screams echoed faintly through the city streets.
Lucifer’s jaw tightened.
“They’ve already breached the lower districts.”
General Cassian suddenly burst into the chapel alongside several royal knights.
The general froze immediately upon seeing the demon corpses scattered across holy ground.
But unlike the guards—
Cassian recovered quickly.
His sword lifted instantly toward Lucifer.
“You.”
The entire chapel darkened again.
Lucifer looked deeply unimpressed.
“You should lower that before embarrassing yourself.”
Cassian did not move.
“You brought Hell into this kingdom.”
“No,” Lucifer replied coldly. “Hell followed me into this kingdom.”
The distinction mattered.
And somehow everyone felt it.
General Cassian’s eyes shifted briefly toward the dead demons.
Then toward Heaven.
Understanding slowly darkened his expression.
“They came for the princess.”
Silence answered enough.
Holland swore under his breath.
Cassian looked ready to speak again before Lucifer suddenly stiffened.
The shadows around him sharpened violently.
Heaven noticed immediately.
“What is it?”
Lucifer’s expression became terrifyingly calm.
“They found us.”
The chapel doors exploded inward.
Black fire rushed violently through the entrance as enormous demonic figures stormed into the sacred chamber.
Not like the previous creatures.
These looked worse.
Stronger.
Armored in black iron marked with glowing crimson symbols.
War demons.
One stepped forward slowly, towering over everyone inside the chapel.
Its burning eyes locked onto Lucifer.
“The throne falls,” it growled.
Lucifer’s face remained expressionless.
“Then you came to die before seeing it.”
The demon laughed darkly.
“Azrath sends his regards.”
At the name—
Something dangerous shifted across Lucifer’s expression.
Not fear.
Never fear.
Recognition.
Hatred.
“You serve a coward,” Lucifer said softly.
“We serve the future.”
Then the demon’s gaze shifted toward Heaven.
And smiled.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Lucifer moved before anyone else could breathe.
Darkness exploded through the chapel like a living storm.
The war demon barely raised its weapon before Lucifer tore through the creature violently, shadows ripping armor apart like paper.
Blood splattered across shattered stone walls.
The remaining demons roared.
Chaos erupted immediately afterward.
The royal knights charged desperately while demons crashed through the ruined chapel.
Steel clashed against claws.
Screams filled the air.
Black fire spread across the floor.
Holland grabbed Heaven’s wrist instantly.
“Stay behind me!”
Heaven could barely process anything happening around her.
Lucifer moved through the battlefield like death itself.
Fast.
Merciless.
Terrifyingly beautiful.
Every demon that approached him died brutally within seconds.
Darkness obeyed him absolutely.
Shadows pierced bodies.
Black flames swallowed flesh.
Entire creatures shattered beneath his power.
And through all of it—
Lucifer never stopped watching Heaven.
Making sure nothing reached her.
The realization shook her deeply.
One demon suddenly lunged toward Holland from behind.
“Heaven!”
Before she could react—
Lucifer appeared instantly.
The demon froze.
Pure terror filled its monstrous face.
Because Lucifer was no longer merely angry.
He was furious.
And Hell itself feared Lucifer’s fury.
“You dare attack what is mine?”
Mine.
The word hit Heaven like lightning.
Lucifer ripped the demon apart violently.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
The chapel fell horrifyingly silent afterward.
Even the surviving demons hesitated now.
Because their king—
Their terrifying immortal king—
Had just claimed the mortal girl openly.
Lucifer seemed to realize it immediately afterward too.
The shadows around him faltered briefly.
Just for a second.
But Heaven noticed.
So did Holland.
So did Cassian.
And suddenly the truth became impossible to ignore anymore.
The bond was changing him.
The war demon still alive near the altar laughed weakly despite its wounds.
“There it is…” Blood spilled from its mouth. “The weakness.”
Lucifer slowly turned toward the creature.
The smile vanished from his face completely.
“You mistake attachment for weakness.”
The demon laughed harder.
“You’re already lost.”
Lucifer stared at it silently.
Then calmly—
“Perhaps.”
The single word stunned the entire chapel.
Because Lucifer did not deny it.
Heaven’s breath caught softly.
The demon’s laughter faded slowly afterward.
“Azrath will kill her.”
The shadows in the chapel screamed again.
Lucifer walked slowly toward the wounded creature.
Every step felt deadly.
“No,” he said quietly.
The darkness gathered violently around him.
“He won’t.”
And somehow—
The certainty in Lucifer’s voice sounded less like confidence.
And more like a promise to destroy anyone who tried.
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