A few days later after Zadkiel Resurrection, he Bursts through the chamber doors of the Star council.
Zadkiel, the Shadow Emperor, now wrapped in blackened armor, as he walks forward towards Law sitting on his throne.
Zadkiel:
"You... You were there."
Law doesn't flinch. He gently sets his teacup down and crosses one leg over the other.
Law:
"Of course I was. Who else could have orchestrated everything, even your resurrection was part of it as well."
Zadkiel's power surges, the walls weep molten runes as his fury spikes.
Zadkiel:
"You watched my soul rot. You whispered to my wife. You led the village to betray me.
You erased yourself from my memories like a coward hiding behind a veil!
Why?! Why did you do this to me?!"
Law (smiling faintly):
" for my entertainment and goals. And you did... beautifully."
Zadkiel (snarling):
"You used me. Everything—my children, my fall, my resurrection—it was all part of your game."
Law:
"No. You misunderstand. You were the game."
Suddenly, Zadkiel's body convulses — not from pain, but confusion. A sigil burns into his mind again. His memories ripple, fragmenting and reassembling.
Law stands slowly, eyes glowing silver.
Law:
"You think your story was one of pain, betrayal, and rage.
But I crafted that story… word by word.
You see, Emperor, your 'free will'? You never have."
Zadkiel:
"ENOUGH!"
He lunges—shadow exploding from his limbs, forming a spear. He hurls it at Law with world-ending force—
But Law simply raises a finger.
The spear shatters mid-air, the fragments freezing in time and falling like ash.
Law (walking toward him, voice sharp):
"You want the truth, Zadkiel? You were chosen because you're nothing.Your rage? Your grief? All of it...
Was meant to build something greater.
And that something is already here."
Zadkiel (breathing heavily, trembling):
"Then why... am I still alive?"
Law leans in, whispers:
Law:
"Because the next phase needs a monster.
And you're going to kill the ones you once loved."
Law snaps his fingers.
Chains of light wrap around Zadkiel's limbs for a split second, just long enough to inject a seed of control into his corrupted heart. Zadkiel drops to his knees, screaming again, not in pain, but in confusion, rage, and despair.
Law turns, brushing dust off his sleeves.
Law (to himself):
"Let the multiverse fear him. Let them all burn.
And when they fail, I'll be waiting at the edge of everything."
The crimson-black chains that had shackled Emperor Zadkiel splinter like glass under a tidal surge of hatred. Lightning cracks the vaulted ceiling; shattered marble rains across the dead thrones.
At the foot of the dais, Victoria kneels gracefully, crimson dress pooling like fresh blood. She tilts her head back, ruby eyes glowing with manic devotion.
Victoria (soft, thrilled):
"I missed you so much. Now that you're back, I'll never be alone again, so long as we're together."
She rises, arms outstretched in mock welcome, a smile that could cut stone.
"Oh… and by the way—welcome back."
Zadkiel's gaze drifts past her, hollow with grief that curdles into fury.
Zadkiel (voice low, trembling):
"When I finally found a wife… had three children… a life of peace—
"I thought I was finally happy.
Zadkiel (louder, eyes burning):
"Then Law, you came.
"You took it from me
"Stole it from me
"Killed it from me!"
A shockwave of shadow erupts from his body, toppling broken thrones like dominoes.
Victoria's hair whips wildly in the gale, yet her smile never falters. High above on the obsidian throne, Law merely sips his tea, unblinking.
Zadkiel (voice rising to a roar):
"People keep asking if I'm back…"
A pause—the chamber holds its breath.
Zadkiel (thundering):
"Well, YEAH—I'M THINKING I'M BACK!"
He hurls his arms skyward, and the remaining chains explode into shimmering dust. Black-red energy spirals around him, faces of the damned shrieking in the vortex.
Zadkiel (screaming, spit flying):
"AND YOU VICTORIA CAN EITHER MOVE OUT OF THE WAY—
OR YOU CAN DIE ALONGSIDE HIM!"
Columns crack, torches burst, the very air screams as space contorts around his rage.
Law sets his teacup down with a delicate clink, finally meeting Zadkiel's blazing glare.
Law (calm, almost amused):
"Very well, this is about to get interesting."
Victoria's smile widens into something rapturous—half-lover, half-devotee—while shadows coil at Zadkiel's feet like warhounds straining at the leash.
The air collapses inward as Zadkiel, fueled by agony, betrayal, and vengeance, erupts in pure violence.
His scream splits the heavens.
His sword—black as a starless void—forms in his hand, brimming with the souls of the damned.
With an earth-shaking leap, Zadkiel blitzes toward the throne. Every step he takes disintegrates the marble beneath his feet.
Zadkiel (howling):
"LAAAAAAAW!"
He slashes—
a single stroke capable of cleaving through entire dimensions.
But—
He hits nothing.
Space itself seems to bend and reject him.
Law is still seated calmly on the throne, not a speck of dust touching his pristine robe. He didn't flinch. He didn't blink.
Zadkiel snarls, his wings tearing from his back, hurling blades of cursed wind in all directions.
He slams the ground—
Chains of grief, fire, and agony rush toward Law like a divine execution.
Nothing lands.
Time stutters.
Zadkiel blinks. His eyes widen.
He's still at the base of the stairs, panting, shaking, fury boiling over. But…
he never moved.
Law (lightly, sipping his tea):
"I admire the passion, truly. But this is my domain."
He lifts a single finger.
CRACK!
Zadkiel is hurled backward by an unseen force, smashing through pillars, walls, and finally embedded into the far end of the chamber.
Victoria gasps in delight. "Oh… I forgot how beautiful this part is."
Zadkiel forces himself up, blood dripping from his mouth, his aura in chaos.
Zadkiel (growling):
"WHAT… ARE YOU?!"
Law smiles politely, placing his cup down.
Law (voice like silk over broken glass):
"I am the one who wrote your tragedy.
The one who burned your hope before you ever saw it.
The one who removed himself from your memories…
and placed himself in your fate."
He stands—finally—and the air around him bends, not with power, but with control.
Zadkiel, for the first time since his resurrection, feels small.
Law (smirking):
"You weren't reborn to kill me, Zadkiel.
You were reborn to prove that even gods… obey the writer."
Zadkiel's hands tremble.
His vengeance?
Caged.
His fury?
Leashed.
Law blinked.
And Zadkiel was gone.
In less than a breath, he was slammed into the floor, a crater forming beneath him.
CRACK.
He tried to rise—barely—but Law was already there.
Law (calmly):
"You were always a puppet, Zadkiel. The only difference now is… you're aware of your strings."
A palm to the chest.
BOOM.
The palace shook. Zadkiel's ribs cracked. Blood spewed from his mouth as he coughed violently.
He roared, a blast of shadow magic erupting around him. But Law simply walked through it, the darkness recoiling from his presence like it feared him.
Zadkiel (furious):
"I won't be your toy! Not again!!"
He swung—
Missed.
Law appeared behind him mid-motion and drove a knee into Zadkiel's spine, launching him through six columns, his body bouncing off stone like paper in a storm.
Law (cold):
"Your story ended long ago. This rage… this resurrection… is just a footnote I allowed."
Zadkiel stood, broken but burning, his eye twitching with madness.
He screamed. Shadows formed claws, swords, wings, faces of torment—but before they could lunge—
Law raised a single hand.
Everything froze.
Then imploded.
Zadkiel was launched straight up through the roof of the citadel, his body spinning midair—blood trailing like a comet.
Before he could fall back down—
SLAM.
Law was above him now, foot colliding with Zadkiel's chest, sending him crashing back down through the same hole, all the way to the lowest chamber.
BOOM.
Dust. Fire. Rubble.
Zadkiel tried to move—but couldn't. His fingers twitched. His wings were torn. His sword shattered.
Law descended slowly, never touching the ground.
Law:
"I erased your memories, not your nature. You're still a child crying at the sky, wondering why the world doesn't love you."
He knelt next to him, voice almost a whisper now.
Law (leaning closer):
"And the answer has always been the same…"
He grabs Zadkiel's face—gently.
Law:
"Because no one ever truly did."
Then he slammed Zadkiel's head into the ground—
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The floor cracked, blood spreading like a halo.
And then… silence.
Zadkiel, the once-feared god of vengeance, lay broken, breath shallow, body twitching.
Law stood, brushed dust from his sleeve, and turned without a second glance.
Law (to Victoria):
"Clean up. We'll need him later."
Victoria (grinning):
"Of course, my Lord. He's still so... precious."
The scene fades as Zadkiel's body is dragged across the cold floor.
Law: Oh… and Victoria… please inform—
A thunder-crack of light and fire detonates in front of him, point-blank. The shock wave rips the throne chamber apart, toppling shattered pillars. When the smoke clears, Law hasn't moved an inch. But now, some fifty paces away, Zadkiel stands—barely—charred, bleeding, one eye swollen shut yet burning with defiance.
Zadkiel: Are you afraid?
Law: What exactly do I have to be afraid of?
Zadkiel: If you were to die… all life will cease to exist.
For the first time, Law says nothing. His composure flickers—only for a heartbeat.
Law: …Shut up.
With a thought, invisible force slams Zadkiel against a wall. Cracks spider across the stone around his body as if the citadel itself fears Law's displeasure. Law's face resets to that flat, porcelain calm.
Law: Have I ever told you how much I detest change?
Change in circumstance, changes of flesh, changes in one's emotions—most change breeds weakness and inferiority. And I… am not weak.
Law: What interests me is permanence—to remain forever in perfect condition, immune to the disease of change.
Zadkiel's cracked lips curl. He begins to laugh—ragged, rasping, unstoppable.
Law: …What do you find so amusing? …Well, it doesn't matter. You're going to die now.
With a snap of his fingers, space folds at Law's side. Four figures emerge:
Victoria, smiling like a bride at midnight.
Ghost, mask gleaming, blade Sky whispering for blood.
Li Wei, eyes lit with cold ambition.
Leviathan, armored scales flexing, furnace-breath steaming the air.
They form a silent cordon behind their master.
Law: Now die.
Zadkiel continued to laugh—a broken, bitter, soul-scorching sound. His laughter echoed through the throne chamber like the tolling of a war drum. Blood dripping, bones cracked, yet will unshaken. His body trembled not from fear, but from fury forged into purpose.
Zadkiel:
"You want permanence, Law? Let me give you something permanent—the end of your era."
In a flash of voidlight and crimson flame, Zadkiel vanished—teleporting not only himself, but Law's entire court.
The sky cracked open. A massive, burning portal split through the heavens behind Zadkiel, who now stood alone in the center of a shattered city—ashen buildings silhouetted against the orange-red horizon. Wind howled. Silence ruled. The air was heavy with the tension of fate.
Then—
BOOM!
From the portal emerged an unending army. Marching through first were the blood-soaked remnants of the Frontier—battle-hardened, eyes filled with resolve. Dr. Jin stepped through with tech units glowing, Vincent with his rifle slung across his back, Eve and Adam walking side by side with cold, divine authority, and Seraphina descending like an avenging angel with red eyes locked on the enemy.
Following them came the monstrous, disciplined tide of the Shadow Empire, once loyal to Law but now summoned by Zadkiel's call. Orcs, vampires, dark elves, and beastmen—all stepping through the portal as equals to end the very war that birthed them in blood.
Among them—Xiao Ling, her spear gleaming under the twilight. Kai beside her. Don brushing ash off his coat, eyes locked ahead.
The ground trembled. Dust swept outward like a divine signal. The world stood still.
Across the broken street, Law and his enforcers—Victoria, Ghost, Li Wei, Leviathan—stood unfazed. Silent. Waiting.
Zadkiel raised his hand, pointing his blade at Law.
Zadkiel:
"This is the final day. No more gods. No more kings. No more lies."
The wind roared.
Everyone took their stance.
Two armies. Two ideologies. One world. One war.
The final battle… had begun.