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Cliche Chapter 396: Crimson Rage
🕑 Added 2021-12-06 21:40:57 +0000 UTCFour influential figures died and the Underworld was in shambles. Grayfia delivered the news when Asahi was having fun with Gabriel in Heaven. The fight with Great Red was delayed until Asahi received his Boosted Gear, or the Emperor Gear as Biblical God called it. A fight like that should definitely be witnessed by Ddraig. He might even have a chance of taming Great Red with the Monster Tamer class that awaited him at Level 50.
‘I’ll dive back in the dungeon tonight.’
The girls were also helping Astraea Familia instead of going to the dungeon.
“Their husbands died...” Gabriel whispered, glancing at Asahi with teary eyes. “It’s so unfortunate…”
She could imagine the pain the women were experiencing. As she thought of a world without Asahi, more and more tears poured out of her eyes.
Her sudden outburst of emotions gave Asahi no choice but to hug her and rub the back of her head. “I am not dying anytime soon.”
He wasn’t even sure if he could die with Klyscha backing him up.
“Thank you.” Gabriel sniffed like a child. “C-can we help those women?”
In the end, Gabriel was Gabriel, the kindest and most innocent soul in Heaven. Unable to contain his affection, he leaned down and pecked her lips. Gabriel stared in silence, her halo dying black with lust. It was her first kiss, and the momentary contact of their lips swept her into a myriad of fantasies.
A magic circle materialized and sucked out Gabriel’s lustful thoughts. Gabriel tilted her head at the sudden shift in her emotions. Asahi chuckled and patted her head.
‘God’s working OT.’
Asahi prayed for the old man’s bones. “I’ll help them, okay?”
How could he reject the words of his precious Gabriel?
‘Their death won’t be vain.’
“Asahi…” Gabriel rubbed her tears away and revealed a smile.
Grayfia, who had been awfully quiet this whole time, stood up from the couch. “My Lord… I haven’t told you about Venelana Gremory. She fell to the devil curse. The Incurable Sleep Disease.”
From the assassinations to Venelana falling unconscious, everything happened in less than twenty hours. From a political standpoint, Gremory, Sitri, and Valefor were better off with decent successors. Baal, however, had a young and immature successor. The shrewd devils sitting beneath the Devil Kings would eat him like hyenas.
Asahi’s brow sank in a deep frown. The devil curse had also affected Misla Bael until Issei saved her. There was one person who broke the incurable curse, Ingvild Leviathan. It was her Longinus that pulled her out of her eternal sleep.
“Can we save her after the war?” Grayfia’s request shot down his hope to save Venelana.
Pulling Gabriel close to his chest, Asahi covered her ears. Gabriel’s confused expressions made up for the inefficient method.
Grayfia continued, “The situation will escalate quickly with Sirzechs Gremory and his friends raging.”
Asahi grinned. “If Sirzechs attacks the Devil Kings, those fuckers are dead for sure. Then, it will be a bloodbath for power without a definite ruler.”
He had a hunch something similar would happen sooner or later. His instincts were always on point these days.
Grayfia nodded with a soft smile. “That’s when we step in and declare war. They will have no choice but to agree to our tyranny.”
“Well, we’re officially part of Heaven. We have to be tyrants to make them agree to our rule.”
“I agree…”
Their method might be flawed for costing some lives, in the long run, however, the Underworld would be a much better place than it currently was. At least no more people would die for meaningless world conquest. As for the devil’s innate urges to fight, Asahi told her about the Rating Games.
Asahi put a hold on his dream when he recalled the newly crowned Devil King. “Hold up. Lilith could be in danger!”
Grayfia’s eyes widened. “Lilith is staying in my clan house.”
She became anxious at the thought of someone hurting her father. Asahi reassured her that nothing would happen since his fairy was still at Lucifuge estate. Asahi nudged the Seraph obediently sitting on his lap.
“Gabriel.”
Gabriel, as though realizing he was leaving, peered up with a serious look in her eyes. “It’s okay. I understand you’re doing something important in the Underworld.”
“I’ll bring you next time.”
He gave her the pats she wanted all the time before he left Heaven in search of Sirzechs. He might as well place a tracker on Sirzechs before all hell broke loose.
***
Sirzechs couldn’t shake off the doubts implanted by Rizevim. Even a walk through the institute garden didn’t help.
‘Something isn’t right. Rizevim must have come to make me suspicious of them… what a bastard, like his imbecile father.’
Feeling tricked, Sirzechs decided to meet Rizevim again behind his friends’ back. He knew his emotions were at an all-time high, and he might even start a fight. That’s why he wasn’t telling his friends.
He flew straight to Rizevim’s home in Lucifaad City and disintegrated the door. Any guard or servant that came in his way fell unconscious under the pressure of his aura.
Sirzechs walked into the only room with strong devils inside, catching Rizevim screwing Leviathan from behind on the bed. The two were so deep into pleasure that none of them noticed Sirzechs. He came to his realization of the deep relationship between the Devil King and Lucifer’s son.
‘They were using me to wipe out their competition, so they could horde the power. SCUM.’
His rage flared up, his aura exploding into the room. The entire mansion was decimated, including the devil guards and servants. The crimson-haired devil was not attentive to the victims, rage driving him into a near-berserk state.
The lovemaking couple fell to the cold ground. While Leviathan cowered in terror, Rizevim’s cold gaze swept over Sirzechs as he got up and fixed his robe. He unconsciously wrapped himself and Leviathan before the aura hit them. Otherwise, he would be standing butt naked.
“Lilith gave me this mansion when I was a kid. It was precious to me, you know—” Rizevim cut off his words as he felt a presence. Scanning the area yielded no results.
Sirzechs walked towards Rizevim, numerous red orbs crackling around him. The power of destruction was ready to be unleashed.
A cold, dark aura radiated from Rizevim, matching and even surpassing Sirzechs’s own aura. The son of Lucifer was more than ready to face a rage-driven Sirzechs.
