The battle above the academy had reached a fever pitch. Azazel and Katerea Leviathan clashed fiercely in midair, their powers painting the night sky with blinding light and devouring darkness. Every collision of their attacks echoed like thunder, shaking the ground and sending shockwaves rippling through the barrier that protected the school.
Azazel wielded his power with practiced precision. His calm, calculating expression never faltered, even as Katerea roared in fury, her demonic aura twisting like a storm. Raising his hand, Azazel summoned his most formidable weapon—a sleek, glowing spear that pulsed with divine and draconic energy.
"The Artificial Sacred Gear—Downfall Dragon Spear," he declared, his voice carrying authority and confidence.
The weapon thrummed, its energy dense enough to distort space around it. Katerea's eyes widened; she could feel the power within that spear—something capable of piercing through gods. She screamed, summoning a tide of destructive magic, but Azazel merely smirked.
"Your ambition ends here, Katerea!"
With a single throw, the spear tore through her layered defenses like fragile glass. The explosion that followed was deafening—light and darkness collided in a cataclysmic burst that illuminated the battlefield. When the smoke cleared, Katerea was wounded, her wings torn and body scorched by divine energy.
Azazel sighed, lowering his arm. "That's what happens when you rely on obsolete pride rather than evolution," he muttered.
But before he could descend, a flash of white light sliced through the air. The attack came from nowhere—a sphere of condensed energy slamming into his side. Azazel barely managed to twist his body, yet the impact sent him spiraling downward, blood trailing behind him as he crashed into the ground near the schoolyard.
He groaned, pushing himself up, his gaze shifting toward the sky. Floating above him, cloaked in the glow of the Divine Dividing's wings, was Vali Lucifer.
Something fell down right in front of us! After the cloud of dust that enveloped it vanished, there was—.
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Amid the chaos of exploding spells and flying debris, I drove my fist into another magician's barrier, shattering it like thin glass. Smoke and screams filled the air. Just as I turned to fire off another blast, something heavy crashed beside me — Azazel.
"You okay, man?" I asked, offering a hand.
He grunted, brushing off some ash from his coat. "Never been better…" His golden eyes flicked toward the distance. His expression hardened. "Tch. So, you're really betraying me under these circumstances, huh, Vali?"
A flash of silver light answered him.
"That's right, Azazel."
Vali floated above the ruins, white armor gleaming, his aura cold and brilliant. The Hakuryuukou stood before me — radiant, confident, and already pulsing with battle intent.
"Guess it's my turn, huh?" I muttered under my breath.
Vali's voice carried over the battlefield, clear and unwavering. "The instant you decided on peace, the preparations were already complete. The Sacred Gear of the kidnapped half-vampire was forced into activation, and the terrorist attack began. The Hakuryuukou ran wild along with me once we saw an opportunity. Burying any one of the leaders would've been enough. Disrupting the meeting works just as well."
As he spoke, a familiar woman descended beside him — Katerea Leviathan. Her power crackled in waves of violet magic, and her figure was… well, hard to ignore.
I caught myself staring and sighed internally. Why do villains always have to be this gorgeous?
Katerea turned her cold gaze on me. "I feel vulgar eyes on me. Is this child the Sekiryuutei, Vali?"
Vali's smirk deepened. "Yeah. Regrettably, yes. He truly is a most disappointing host."
"Hey, hey, watch your mouth, snowflake," I shot back. "You were practically begging for my attention back at the school gates, and now you're calling me regretful? You can't be both obsessed and offended. Pick a lane."
Then I pointed at Katerea. "And lady, don't give me that 'vulgar eyes' talk. If you don't want people to look, maybe don't leave your cleavage looking like it's trying to start a diplomatic incident."
Azazel actually laughed — laughed — in the middle of this chaos. "Geez… I've really lost my edge. For one of my followers to pull something like this…"
"When?" he asked suddenly, turning to Vali, his tone sharp. "When did you plan this?"
Vali answered without hesitation. "I got the offer while returning Kokabiel to headquarters. Sorry, Azazel. But this side sounded far more interesting."
Azazel's expression darkened. "Vali… have you pledged yourself to Ophis?"
Vali shook his head. "Not pledged. Just cooperating. They made an irresistible offer — 'Would you like to fight against Asgard?' Tell me, how could I refuse? You hate war, Azazel. You dislike conflict with Valhalla, don't you? But me? I live for it."
Azazel exhaled slowly, the look of a teacher watching his brightest student choose ruin. "I told you to become strong," he said. "But I should've added—don't become something that destroys everything around you."
Vali's response was calm, almost casual. "Strength and destruction are the same coin. I just want to fight—eternally."
"…I see." Azazel gave a weary half-smile. "I suppose I always knew, somewhere deep down, you'd walk this path. You were never meant to stand behind anyone."
Katerea sneered, stepping forward. "The preparations, the coordination—it was all possible thanks to the Hakuryuukou. You knew his nature, yet you still left him unchecked, Azazel. And now, your own creation turns against you. How poetic."
Azazel didn't rise to the bait. He simply spread his wings, sparks of lightning crawling over his gauntlet again. "Poetic, maybe. But don't think for a second that makes me weak."
Vali crossed his arms over his chest. "Before we continue, let me introduce myself properly." He struck his chest with his fist and declared proudly, "My real name is Vali—Vali Lucifer."
The name echoed across the battlefield like a challenge. Even the magicians paused for a moment.
"I'm a descendant of the previous generation's Maou Lucifer," he continued, "though not pureblood. My father was the old Lucifer's grandson; my mother, a human. That's why I could wield the [Vanishing Dragon]—because I'm half-human. Call it fate, or irony. Either way, I was born with both devil and dragon blood. If miracles exist, maybe I'm one of them."
As he finished, six beautiful devil wings unfolded from his back alongside his gleaming dragon wings, radiating both light and darkness.
I looked him up and down, unimpressed. "Fancy entrance, sure… but maybe get with the progress, dude. We're in the middle of a war, not your origin story flashback."
For a split second, even Katerea looked caught between confusion and offense, while Azazel snorted quietly, shaking his head.
Vali's smile, though, didn't fade. "You really are entertaining, Issei. That's why I'm looking forward to crushing you."
I cracked my knuckles, red aura flaring around me. "Heh. Careful what you wish for, pretty boy."
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