Azazil's heart throbbed in my hand like a dying animal, and my eyes burned crimson—two moons drowning in blood.Before I even understood what I was doing, instinct devoured reason.
I bit into the heart.
The taste…Gods, the taste was intoxicating—rich, rotten, divine, filthy.For a moment I forgot why I was even fighting that pathetic overlord.
With a second bite, the heart crumbled into shards of black decay, and Azazil's entire body followed—disintegrating into dust like he never existed.
The damned recoiled.Demons gagged.Even humans turned away.
Jester's smile widened beyond sanity.Lust and Pride exchanged a glance—like worried parents watching a child sink deeper into the monster he's meant to be.
The world slipped away.All I heard was a warm, wicked whisper:
"Kill them all. Kill them all. They look down on you."
I hissed back through clenched teeth,"Then I'll kill you instead, you bitch."
Darkness swallowed me.I clutched my head, trying to stay whole, and suddenly—
—I was back inside that nightmare.
My mother chewing my throat exactly the way I devoured her.No pain. Just the relief of letting go.
I laughed."I knew you wouldn't die that easily, mother."
Her voice curled around me like smoke.
"Close your eyes, my son. Mother will take care of them for you."
And I almost obeyed.
Then—
A hand touched my back. Gentle. Too gentle.
Jester.
"You did well," he murmured, soft and deranged."We'll kill them all later."
Something snapped back into place.My mother's voice dissolved.The illusion vanished.I could breathe again.
While I fought myself, lower devils crept toward the angelic girl.She lay paralyzed, limbs useless, voice locked in her throat—easy prey.
The first devil reached for her—
Lust blurred across the bar and hurled him away.
The crowd erupted in hate:
"Traitors.""Hypocrites.""That's Lilith's son?""Pathetic."
Pride rose.
His presence filled the bar—heat, darkness, and divine arrogance twisting around him like a crown.
"How dare any of you low-lifes defy a Fallen Human's order?"
His eyes burned like suns trying to devour the moon.
The damned dropped instantly.The overlords… resisted. Barely.
One stepped forward politely.
"Forgive us, Fallen Human of Pride. But we cannot, as overlords of Hell, ignore a child defending an angel who mocked us all. And he killed one of ours bru—"
A laugh cut through his words.
Jester's.
Madness rolled off him in waves.Even his makeup melted from the heat of his presence.
The overlords buckled, hands pressed to their skulls as if their minds were cracking open.
Jester walked toward them slowly, grinning like a nightmare.
"You pitiful overlords grew tongues today?"
He seized the 'polite' one by the throat.
Before he could snap him in half, I spoke—cold, loud, calm:
"It's fine."
Everything stopped.
"I don't care about any of you. Overlords, damned, angels, mortals—you're all the same to me. I'm not here for your respect or your love."
My power rippled outward.Glass shattered.Walls cracked.Doors slammed open.
"There's only one thing I want."
I smiled darkly.
"Get the hell out of my sight."
Silence swallowed the bar.
The five of us walked out.Pride carried the angel girl gently—Lust glaring daggers at him the whole way.Jester made jokes just to annoy them.And I trailed behind, dripping Azazil's blood with every step.
Each drop hit the ground like a reminder I existed—loud, sinful, heavy.
Rejected by the damned.Rejected by angels.Rejected by mortals.
Of course.What else could I expect?
I stopped walking.
Pride turned. "Is everything alright?"
I stared at the ground.
"I… I'm sorry," I whispered, ashamed."I ruined your night. Dragged you into my stupidity."
I gripped my face hard."What was I thinking? Saving an angel? While being what I am?"
Pride sighed, handed the girl to Lust, and stepped closer.
Then he hugged me.
"You did nothing wrong," he said softly."You just didn't want her to die a shameful death in a rotten place like that. You did what you thought was right."
My eyes burned with something unfamiliar.Warmth.Safety.A hint of family.
Lust groaned, "Okay boys, enough bonding. What do we do with her? We can't leave her here, and we sure can't take her underground."
Jester's grin stretched slowly.
"I have just the thing."
And of course—I knew that smile.
Nothing good ever follows it.