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Beelzebub Attacker, Selfie, Five Deadly Sin
Lucifer Butler
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Rewriting L Card Stories : CLOSE
Recap Event Story : OPEN [Soon : The End of the Cliché Lucifer Gifted | Next : The Two Stars that fell from the Sky]
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#dronna fanfic
💔 Sitri x gn!reader : Solomon's Shadow : a love that wasn't meant for you | Corrected version (grammar)
🛁 Bael x gn!MC : Just half an hour | Corrected version (grammar)
3 ► Rewriting : L card Stories
Beelzebub Attacker : Part 1 | Part 2 [in progress]
Satan Attacker : Part 1 | Part 2 [in progress]
4 ► Recap & Transcript : Event Story
The End of the Cliché Lucifer Gifted : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [on going]
Devil wears an OL Look : Part 1 | Part 2 [Complete]
A Baptism for a Nameless Devil : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [Complete]
The two Stars that felldron the Sky [Soon]
5 ► In game / Battle
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Team large damage
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Satan Attacker
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#1 (Go back to Earth ?) | #2 Satan | #3 Bael | #4 Beel's birthday
Event story : The End of the Cliché Lucifer Gifted — Part 2/3 (4-7)
[Transcript of the event Story with illustrations] I transcribed the whole event for those who missed it or who would like to reread it ♥
Read part I (1-4) ○○○ The other 'Event Story' are linked in section n°4 of the masterlist
With a creeeak, you pushed open the rusty iron door and stepped outside. Under the clear blue sky, you saw the back of a man leaning against the rooftop railing, facing into the wind.
You : (Lucifer… I should call his name.)
A fallen angel who had lived for thousands of years, and a ruler of Hell. Just thinking about facing him alone — a being as unfathomable as an abyss, someone who was never easy to approach even under normal circumstances — made your throat go dry as you swallowed nervously. Still, you forced yourself to act confident, stepping forward with a deliberately cheerful voice.
You : Found you ! Lucifer, what are you doing here ?
At your call, Lucifer slowly turned his head. His indifferent, cold eyes settled on you. Even under the powerful coercion of this world, he maintained his signature calm, chilling composure. The moment your eyes met his, a shiver ran down the back of your knees.
You : (S-Still, I have to say what I came to say !) L-Leviathan told me to come find you. You’re supposed to get demerit points…
But Lucifer, as if such things didn’t interest him in the slightest, simply turned his gaze back toward the railing.
You : (... At least respond or something. He’s so cold I feel like I might catch a cold just standing there…!)
As you calmed your trembling heart and stepped closer to Lucifer, a low voice slipped though the strands of his hair fluttering in the wind.
Lucifer : ……
You : Hm ? What did you say ? I couldn’t hear you.
Lucifer : Now that you’re in a perfect world, how does it feel ?
You : Huh ?
Only after repeating his words did you understand.
You : (Ah, so Lucifer also knows that this dream is a perfect world made for me.)
The moment you realized that, you also became aware that standing alone with Lucifer on the rooftop like this felt very much like a cliché scene from a romance manga.
You : (Haha, if that’s true, does that make me the heroine and Lucifer the male lead ?)
Lucifer : Your answer to my question.
Just as you were about to sink into your daydream, Lucifer brought your awareness back to reality.
You : Ah. It’s…really fun ! Haha.
Lucifer …….
You : I mean, I know it’s just a dream, but still, getting to enjoy a perfect everyday life like this, even once, isn’t so bad, right ? It’s a great stress reliever !
Though your voice trembled slightly at the end, the bright smile you showed was sincere. Lucifer quietly looked down at your face for a moment. Then, without answering, he turned his gaze away and stared at the scenery beyond the rooftop.
You : S-So…um, when do you think you’ll come to the disciplinary office…?
Lucifer : …….
You : Mmm… I’ll just tell them you were busy and couldn’t make it today.
You knew Leviathan would probably scold you for it, but that still felt less frightening than dealing with Lucifer directly.
You : Th-then, I’ll see you again…?
You left behind an awkward farewell and turned to leave the rooftop. Not once realising that Lucifer was watching your back as you walked away. After meeting Lucifer, you opened the classroom door where Leviathan was sitting alone, intending to report your failed quest.
You : Leviathan, about that…
Levi : You failed.
You : Yes, that’s correct. I have no excuse…
Levi : Well, I expected as much. If even the teachers can’t handle him, there’s no way you could.
You : (Then why did you make me do it…!)
After searching the entire school so thoroughly, you felt it was a waste of all the energy you had spent. Just as you were about to turn and leave in disappointment — Clunk. You heard a sound behind you. Leviathan, who had been sitting at his desk, suddenly stood up and locked the classroom door with a stiff expression.
You : Leviathan ? Why are you locking the door ?
Levi : I’m not like Satan.
You : Why are you bringing up Satan all of a sudden…
Leviathan stepped closer with a chilling expression, his gaze stopping at your shirt collar and the back of your neck. It was where the deep red marks Satan had left in the storage room yesterday still lingered.
You : Ah…! Th-this is…!
Levi : [Y/n], I must correct myself.
You : Hm ? Correct what ?
Levi : Earlier, I said your attire was perfect…but now that I look again, there is one thing that is extremely displeasing.
Leviathan extended his long fingers and roughly yanked on your tie. Your body lurched forward, colliding with his firm chest.
Levi : According to our school rules, indecent behavior on school grounds is prohibited. And breaking the rules without my permission…
He pressed his lips close to your ear and whispered in a low, dangerous voice.
Levi : No, walking around covered in the filthy traces of other guys without my permission is something I cannot overlook as the disciplinary head.
Seeing the jealousy burning his eyes, your body trembled with excitement.
You : (Wait, could this be…a secret skinship even with the strict disciplinary president ?!)
Just as expected, Leviathan’s hot lips forcefully covered the marks Satan left on your neck.
You : Ahh…! Leviathan, wait !
Levi : Stay still.
Driven by jealousy, he bared his sharp fangs and forcefully layered his own mark over Satan’s. You accepted the persistent, wet caresses that followed in a completely receptive posture.
Levi : Haa…haa…you…
Inside the empty classroom, Leviathan’s heavy breath poured down over you as you lay half-pinned across a desk. His firm lower body pressed blatantly against your thigh, heightening the dizzying atmosphere.
You : Isn’t this…a violation of school rules ?
Levi : It seems you don’t know. The disciplinary head of this school…
He pushed his knee between your legs and rubbed slightly, letting out a faint smirk.
Levi : …Holds the right to be exempt from all rule violations.
After that, no proper words were exchanged between you. Only the sound of ragged breathing, the friction of skin against skin, and the rattling of desks as if they might toppled filled the classroom.
********** After quite some time
Silence lingered between you as you picked up your wrinkled uniforms from the floor and put them back on. A sudden sense of embarrassment had set in.
You : Um, Leviathan. About Lucifer-
Levi : Bringing up another man’s name at a time like this. Does the word ‘mood’ not exist in your vocabulary ?
He shot you a sharp glare. But when his eyes fell on the mark he’d left on your neck, his expression eased slightly, his mood visibly lifting.
Levi : Well, regardless. You can forget about that quest now. It was impossible from the start anyway.
You : More importantly, these marks…
He lightly traced along your neck and jawline with his fingertips.
Levi : If you don’t want attention, you’d better cover it properly. Though personally, I wouldn’t mind if you left it visible. You are a well-known figure at his school, after all.
As he turned to straighten his clothes, the tips of his ears were faintly flushed in red.
********** The next day
The next day, your school life was perfect once again. You were always praised and always excelled at everything. But there was one thing you learned, you weren’t the top student in the school.
You : (Even though I’m basically an overpowered prodigy…there’s someone who studies better than me ? Who could that be ?)
Just as you were walking along, lost in your new curiosity.
Asmodeus : [Y/n]. Over here.
Asmodeus was leaning casually at the entrance of the faculty office, waving at you.
You : It’s still broad daylight, you know, teacher…
Asmodeus : Thinking about things like that day and night, you really are such an exemplary student, [Y/N]. Unfortunately, that’s not why I called you.
You : …For someone saying that, you’re standing there with that thing in your pants…
Asmodeus : Don’t worry about it.
You : (How am I supposed to worry about it…)
He chuckled to himself, then handed you a printed sheet with your name written on it.
You : What is this ?
Asmodeus : You’re the class representative, aren’t you ? After school today, there’s a meeting with the student council officers and the representatives of each class, so you should attend as well.
You : (I was the class rep…?! Ah, come to think of it, if I’m a munchkin, having at least one position like that does make sense !)
You nodded. Even though it was a student council meeting, you thought lightly of it, assuming you probably wouldn’t have much to say anyway. However, your expectations were completely off. For some reason, when you arrived at the meeting room — which looked oddly familiar — just as Asmodeus had said, the student council officers and class representatives were all gathered together. When you took the last remaining seat, Beelzebub — sitting at the center — began to speak.
Beel : Alright, everyone. Time to get to work.
He projected a powerpoint onto the white screen with the words “School Festival” written on it.
You : (Oh, right ! The school festival’s happening in a month ! I really hope I don’t wake up from this dream before then !)
Beel : The school festival is one month away. I understand many classes and clubs have already begun their preparations. But the most important ‘position’ is still vacant !
You : (Most important position ?)
Beel : The Festival Committee Chair. I’ve been carefully considering who should take on that role.
Beelzebub’s green eyes fixed precisely on you, seated at the end of the table.
You : … Me ?
Beel : No objections, everyone ?
Student : Yes, President !
You : W-wait…! Hold on, what about my opinion ?!
Everything was moving too fast, too smoothly. You barely had time to react. But Beelzebub clearly had no intention of persuading you.
Beel : With perfect grades, outstanding athletic ability, and the admiration of the entire school, who else but [Y/N] would be the ideal festival chair ?
Student : We agree !!
Student : If it’s [Y/N] sunbae, it’ll be perfect !
Applause broke out from all around.
You : (It feels good to be acknowledged, but can I really handle this…?)
That doubt flashed briefly through your mind, but was quickly replaced by confidence as you reminded yourself that this was your perfect dream world.
You : … Alright ! If you’re trusting me with it, I’ll give it everything I’ve got !
Rather than avoiding the spotlight pouring onto you, you stood up from your seat and answered boldly. Beelzebub watched you with a sweet, knowing expression — though as if the moment wasn’t quite right yet, he didn’t act on it.
Now appointed festival committee chair, your schedule filled up immediately. With a budget review coming up in just a few days, you were tasked with retrieving past festival records and supplies from the storage room in the old school building.
You : Oof… this is heavier than I thought.
You struggled, grunting softly as you dragged out a heavy, dust-covered box. A fierce wind blew hard enough to rattle the small window near the ceiling of the storage room. In that moment, the strong gust from outside slammed the storage room door shut, which had been left open without a stopper. The problem was that, since this storage room held school supplies, security was strict — once the door closed, it locked automatically.
You : W-wait…! The janitor took the key earlier…!
You hurriedly twisted the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge. You pounded on the door, trying to call for help from anyone nearby, but it was useless.
You : Aah… I left my phone in the classroom too…!
Just as you felt completely helpless and crouched down on the spot… Doom ! From deep within the shadows of the storage room, you suddenly locked eyes with something. Startled, you flinched back instinctively, letting out a small, panicked sound. The ‘figure’ you’d locked eyes with slowly rose to its feet and steeped out of darkness. You had to tilt your head far back to meet the gaze of the tall figure standing before you.
You : Lucifer…? You should be the one explaining, how are ‘you’ here ? This place needs a key to get into…
Lucifer : The door was open when I came in.
You : … When I came in, it was closed. So, does that mean you were already trapped here before me ?
Lucifer : Not really.
Lucifer pointed lazily at an old mat lying in the corner.
Lucifer : I was resting. Until you came crashing in and locked the door.
You : (Even if he puts it like that, it still means he was stuck in here…)
Either way, you were now trapped inside this old storage room alone with Lucifer. As the repeated pattern of being alone together gave you a strange sense of déjà vu, something also crossed Lucifer’s mind.
Lucifer : (Crashing into each other around hallway corner, meeting alone on the rooftop and now being trapped together in a dark, empty storage room…)
The face and voice of Belphegor — lecturing passionately while holding a manga book — flashed through Lucifer’s mind.
Belphie : [Now listen, a good ol’ romance manga oughta start with clichés and finish with clichés, but the key is makin’ sure the readers don’t get tired of it none.]
Whenever Belphegor talked about manga, his usually half-lidded eyes would shine brighter than ever. However, there weren’t many devils in Hell who would listen to his ramblings. So he treated Lucifer — who never outright chased him away — as his ideal audience, often rambling about manga theory in his presence.
Lucifer : (Yes. Then this must be… a romance manga cliché. And the role I’ve been assigned in this world is probably…) Seems I’ve been given a filthy role.
You : Hm ? What did you say ?
Lucifer : Nothing.
A heavy silence settled over the storage room. It was a cramped, dark space where even the sound of breathing felt loud. Not knowing when you might get out, you sat there, overwhelmed by the fallen angel’s oppressive presence, carefully watching him.
You : (It feels kind of cold… but I can’t tell if that’s just my imagination or if it’s actually cold.)
At that moment, Lucifer’s gaze suddenly fell on you. He stared at you for a moment before asking.
Lucifer : How do you feel ?
You were about to answer about how it felt to be trapped in the storage room, but then realised that wasn’t Lucifer meant.
Lucifer : [Now that you’re in a perfect world, how does it feel ?]
He had asked that when you were alone together on the rooftop before.
You : (Is this continuation of that question…?)
So you answered with a bright smile.
You : It’s really fun ! Even more than when I answered last time !
Lucifer : I see.
With those words, silence fell once again. You had no idea what Lucifer was thinking.
You : (... Would it be okay to ask him what’s on his mind ?)
Just as you finally gathered the courage to ask. Bang, bang, bang !
Mammon : [Y/n]. Are you in there ?
At the familiar voice coming from outside the storage room, your head snapped up. It was Mammon.
You : Mammon…?! I’m here ! The door locked, I’m trapped !
Mammon : I figured, so I came. Do not worry, [Y/n]. Step back for a moment.
Without thinking much, you took a couple of steps backward.
Lucifer : How careless.
Lucifer, who had been standing behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist and quickly ran with you toward the inner wall of the storage room.
BANG ! With an enormous roar, the heavily locked iron door was literally shattered and sent flying through the air. As the dust settled, Mammon stood there in an elegant school uniform, lowering the long leg he had just used to kick the door, as if it were nothing.
You : (Why does his uniform somehow look more expensive than everyone else’s…? Wait… Did he just destroy the door ?!)
If Lucifer hadn’t pulled you away, you would have been struck by the flying iron door and seriously injured.
You : Th-thanks, Lucifer…!
Lucifer …
Without responding, Lucifer removed his hand from your waist. Mammon witnessed that brief moment. Mammon’s brow twisted slightly in displeasure, but he soon approached you with a sweet smile.
Mammon : That must have startled you. Are you hurt anywhere ?
You : Ah, no…! But you smashed a steel door with your bare body, are you okay ?!
Mammon ! Huhu, worrying about me ? I am glad you seem calm enough to do that. But you must still be shaken, so I will escort you home.
He glanced once at Lucifer, smirked faintly, then grabbed your hand and led you out of the storage room. Once again, Lucifer remained behind alone, watching your figure grow distant.
Led by Mammon out though the school’s back gate, you climbed into the back seat of an enormous, extravagant luxury sedan that left your mouth hanging open.
You : I…I thought you meant walking me home together…!
Mammon : Would this not be much safer ?
As the door closed, a private partition separating the driver’s seat from the back seat slid upward, creating a completely sealed space.
You : Anyway, thanks for everything. You really saved me. Otherwise I might have been trapped in that storage room all night. About the repair costs for the storage door, I’ll try to handle it on my side.
Mammon : There is no need to worry about such small change. However, for saving you from that storage room, I would like to charge a service fee.
The gentle concern in Mammon’s eyes shifted instantly, darkening with intensity. He leaned over you, his large frame pressing you back into the luxurious leather seat until your body sank into it.
You : M-Mammon, the ‘service fee’ you mentioned, you don’t mean…
Mammon : You already know. What would I want in a situation like this ?
He whispered from a distance so close your lips nearly touched.
Mammon : Pay me back with your body.
You : (....!)
Hearing a line you’d secretly wanted to hear at least once in your life, made your heart pound wildly. The next moment, his hot lips greedily crashed down onto yours. Before you realised it, his large hand had moved downward, kneading your butt beneath your school skirt. His thick tongue swept through every corner of your mouth, tangling sticky saliva. The sweet and heavy scent of high-end perfume filled the car, numbing your senses. Mammon lightly bit your earlobe, forcing your thighs to spread wide.
Mammon : If there is one thing that has not changed in this world, it is that everytime I see you, I still like I am going mad wanting to have you.
Soon, inside the narrow and private backseat of the sedan, you heated moans and Mammon’s rough breathing tangled together for a long time. Each time his large body moved, the vehicle shook, but the skilled driver continued driving smoothly. The moment he filled you completely, so tightly that it left no space, you forgot about the driver’s existence and let out a loud moan.
Mammon : Good. Keep making sounds like that. Let everyone know who you belong to and who belongs to you.
His golden eyes, gleaming with possessiveness, slowly swept over your entire body. At some point, the car had stopped moving, but your actions with Mammon continued without end.
After quite a while — only when the black leather seat had become a mess with pale fluids — did the shaking of the car finally stop.
You : (Something so big was inside me, and now that it’s gone, it feels strangely empty inside…)
When you looked at Mammon with hazy eyes, he chuckled and gently brushed your forehead.
Mammon : If you look at me with such a greedy expression, I can not hold myself back. Of course, if that is what you want, that would be a different story.
It was a sly question, one that already knew your answer. As expected, you nodded, and the luxurious sedan that had paused began shaking once again.
**********
For the next few days, despite the faint ache in your lower back left behind from your encounter with Mammon, you remained overwhelmingly busy as the festival preparation committee chair.
Student : Chairperson [Y/N] ! Please check the contract with the stage installation company !
Student : Sunbae, could you approve our class haunted house budget proposal ?
You : Okay, leave it there ! I’ll check it and send it back soon !
Countless tasks poured in nonstop, but capable as you were, you handled every one of them perfectly. You could grasp Excel formulas in a single second and produce flawless budgets and project plans, earning endless praise from teachers and students alike.
You : (I’m busy, but I’m not tired at all ! Getting praised and applauded everywhere I go — what a life !)
Thinking that, you stretched as you walked past the grad ranking board, when you suddenly stopped in your tracks. A large bulletin board listing the school rankings from 1st to 100th place. Your name was proudly written in the 2nd place spot.
You : (Wait, I’m this capable… So who on earth is the student who beat me and took 1st place ?)
Each time, the section where the name for 1st place should be written was cleverly torn or covered, so you still didn’t know their identity.
Student : Chairperson [Y/N] ! There are visitors at the school gate !
You : Visitors ?
You ran toward the front gate at the call of an underclassman from the same festival committee. There, three male students stood neatly dressed in dazzlingly pure white uniforms.
You : (Gabriel, Michael, Raphael ?! These three are here too ?!)
They were once enemies you fought with your lives on the line — yet now they approached you with warm, friendly smiles.
Gabriel : Allow me to introduce ourselves. We're student council members from Seraphim Academy, a neighboring school. We came to observe your festival preparations.
He bowed politely as he spoke.
You : Wait, what kind of situation is this ?
Student : Well… the student council president said that since this relates to festival preparations, we should leave it to — I mean, ask [Y/N] sunbae to handle it.
You : (Beelzebub…)
You rubbed your forehead briefly, then quickly put on a bright, welcoming smile.
You : Nice to meet you. Welcome. I’m [Y/N], the chair of this year’s festival committee.
Michael : Your name is already well known to us.
Michael said this with a gentle smile, while Raphael nodded beside him.
You : (Is it just a part of the setting that they know me… or do they also have memories from the original world ?)
Feeling slightly nervous, you began guiding them. From explaining each grade’s festival programs, to outdoor booths, to the main auditorium stage — your flawless explanations made the seraps’ eyes shine with admiration. Just as you were about to wrap up the tour, Gabriel suddenly grabbed both your hands.
Gabriel : [Y/N]. In truth, the real purpose of our visit here is not observation.
You : Huh ? Then what is it ?
Raphael : Please, we would like you to transfer to our school !
The seraphs clung to you with extremely earnest expressions as you stood there in confusion.
Gabriel : For a student as flawless and talented as you to be attending such an ordinary, unremarkable institution is a tremendous loss. Our school can provide you with a perfect paradise.
With the three breathtakingly handsome angels pleading so earnestly, turning them down outright felt almost impossible.
You : Sorry, but I’m a student here. And as you can see, I’m also the festival committee chair. I have responsibilities at the school.
Raphael : The festival committee chair position only lasts until the festival ends anyway, does it ? In that case, you can simply transfer after the festival is over. You’ll need time to think it over as well.
As he said that, the angels held out a card labeled ‘Invitation’.
Raphael : Why not start with a tour ? Once you see what our school is like, you may change your mind.
You : A tour… I suppose that much would be fine.
Judging by their stubborn expressions, they clearly weren’t going to accept a refusal here. So, you reluctantly agreed — for now. The moment your words ended, Gabriel grinned and snapped his thumb and middle finger together — snap !
Gabriel : Put her in.
A long, pure white limousine that had been waiting near the school gate rolled forward and stopped, and Michael and Raphael grabbed you from both sides and promptly shoved you into the car.
You : (Am I being kidnapped ?!) What do you think you’re doing ?!
Michael : Didn’t you say you would come for a tour ? It just happens that the date is today.
Michael spoke shamelessly as he handed you another sheet of paper.
You : [Congratulations on your admission to Seraphim Academy]... but, I haven’t transferred yet.
Michael : You will soon, so I thought it would be good for you to read it in advance.
The angels, brimming with confidence, seemed to firmly believe that you would definitely transfer. Not long after, the car came to a stop. The moment you stepped out, your jaw dropped.
A massive marble front gate that looked as if it had been dusted with gold powder, and a towering pure-white sculptural fountain that seemed to pierce the sky. The school building visible in the distance looked less like a school and more like a noble temple.
Raphael : Welcome, Y/N ! This is our Seraphim Academy.
But the moment you stepped onto the campus, you were overwhelmed by a strange sight. From where the car had stopped all the way to the school entrance, hundreds of students in white uniforms stood perfectly lined up on both sides. And the moment you stepped off the car, they all bowed at a perfect 90 degree angle and shouted in loud yet profoundly sacred voices.
Student : It is an honor that you are considering transferring, [Y/N]!! May blessings fill every place your footsteps touch !!
While you stood frozen in confusion, Gabriel, beside you, smiled with satisfaction and explained.
Gabriel : Upon hearing that your noble soul would set foot in our school, the entire student body voluntarily came out to welcome you.
As you passed by, the students held their breath and gazed at you with admiration, and some, overwhelmed with emotion, shed tears while reciting prayers.
Student : Brother, did you see ? The way their hair fluttered in the wind… it was like an angel’s wing…
Student : Their shadow brushed across my feet… Today, I have felt the Lord’s blessing from closer than ever.
You : (This is driving me insane…)
You wanted to cover your face as you walked. No, you wanted to just hide in front of everyone. But you couldn’t, because Michael and Raphael were walking with your arms linked on either side — at this point, it felt more like being escorted under custody. With the escort (?) from the seraphim, you toured various parts of the school. The cafeteria, the classrooms, and even the club rooms… every place your feet touched was spotless and beautiful.
You : (But this feels excessive. The worship directed at me… well, that aside, this school looks as if… everything outside the rules has been completely sterilized.)
The sense of unease you felt at Seraphim Academy did not end there.
In the cafeteria, you witnessed scenes where students kept offering their delicious side dishes to one another, unable to even properly begin eating.
In classrooms during breaking time, there was not a single student sleeping face-down on their desks, reading mangas, or secretly eating snacks.
You : (It really does feel like the perfect school that model students dream about !)
Although there was a slight sense of unease, Seraphim Academy was certainly a very appealing place. Not only did everyone like you, but it also felt like another world you had never experienced before, stirring your curiosity.
You : (Especially going to school together with the seraphim who were always snarling at me. That’s something you could only experience in a dream !)
With that thought, the tour came to an end.
Michael : Now then, this concludes the tour course we prepared.
Raphael : Well, Y/n ? Have you started to feel like transferring to our school ?
Raphael asked, eyes shining with anticipation — but before you could reply, Gabriel cut in.
Gabriel : You’re still in the middle of preparing for the festival. We’ll wait until the festival ends for now. It won’t be too late to hear your answer after that.
After saying that, Gabriel immediately bid farewell without giving you time to respond.
You : (He probably thinks I’m going to refuse…)
Gabriel : On the day of the festival, we will come to see you again. Until then, take care.
It was an elegant order of dismissal. In the end, you had no choice but to turn away without properly giving an answer.
You : (... Up until that point, it wasn’t bad, though !!)
Just as a drop or two of water began falling onto your head, rain suddenly poured down so heavily that it obscured your vision.
You : Ahhh ! I didn’t bring an umbrella !
You hurriedly searched through your bag, but as expected, there was no umbrella inside. Suddenly, your hand froze in midair.
You : (...Back when I was in school, Minhyeok always made sure to pack an umbrella for me.)
But Minhyeok did not exist in this dream. And somehow, the absence of an umbrella made you feel the absence of that precious friend even more — like the warmth was draining from your body.
You : (First things first, find somewhere to get out of the rain…!)
You lifted your bag over your head and ran, quickly slipping under the narrow eaves of a nearby closed shop.
You : Wow, I’m completely soaked…!
Panting as you shook the water from your hair, you noticed someone standing at the far end of the eaves and flinched in surprise.
You : Oh, it’s you…
Brushing his rain-soaked bangs back as he looked at you with an indifferent gaze, it was Lucifer.
You : (Ending up alone with Lucifer in a situation like this, are you serious…)
You were already shivering from the cold — but the moment his icy gaze fell on you, it felt like you might start coughing at any second.
You : You didn’t bring an umbrella either ?
Suppressing your fear, you asked awkwardly. Without answering, he simply kept his hands in his pockets and stared at the pouring rain.
Lucifer : …..
You …..
Amid the unbearable awkwardness, the sudden downpour showed no sign of stopping and only grew heavier.
You : (When is this rain going to stop… I still have a long way to go before I get home.)
Just as you sighed softly, shaking out the hem of your soaked uniform shirt.
Lucifer : How have things been lately ?
It was the same question again. So even while drenched in rain, you smiled brightly and replied.
You : It’s been really fun ! Today I even visited a school that said they wanted to scout me.
Lucifer : I see.
After saying that, Lucifer turned his head again and stared out into the rain. Feeling awkward, you also turned your gaze and looked in the same direction he was watching.
Something heavy dropped over your head.
You : Huh ?
You looked up in surprise. It was his jacket, the one Lucifer had just pulled from his bag. His familiar scent — cool, heavy, unmistakably his — lingered in the fabric.
You : Wait, Lucifer ! If you give this to me, then you-...
But ignoring your words, Lucifer stepped straight out into the pouring rain. Even in the pouring rai that seemed to split everything vertically, somehow his retreating figure remained clearly visible for a long time.
********** The next day
When you went to Lucifer’s classroom to return his jacket, he wasn’t there.
Student : Lucifer disappears all the time. It’s actually rarer to see him in the classroom.
After hearing the explanation from one of his classmates, you nodded, placed the jacket on Lucifer’s desk, and left the classroom. After that, your busy daily life resumed — so hectic that you barely noticed how the day passed.
Yet even in the middle of all that, two thoughts kept resurfacing — whether Lucifer had gotten his jacket back and the strange offer from Seraphim Academy.
You : Phew…! Time for a break !
After stacking the neatly organised festival budget documents to one side, you rubbed your stiff neck and headed toward the student council meeting. You planned to take a short nap there, assuming no one would be around at this time.
You : (Huh ? Someone’s already here ?)
A man lay sprawled face-down on the table piled high with books, breathing softly in his sleep. It was Belphegor.
You : (Seems like Belphegor just sleeps all the time — even in my dreams…)
You quietly suppressed your footsteps and sat down at the far end of the table opposite him. Then you used your bags as a pillow and closed your eyes. The quiet air of the meeting room quickly made you drowsy.
********** After some time
You : (What is this…? This soft, cozy scent…)
Sensing the fragrance even in your half-asleep state, you slowly opened your eyes. Right in front of your face — so close your noses could almost touch — was the smooth face of a man. It was Belphegor’s sleeping face, who had somehow moved to the seat beside you without you noticing. Your entire field of vision was filled with Belphegor’s handsome face. Startled, you tried to subtly pull your body away but the eyelids of Belphegor, whom you thought was asleep, slowly lifted.
You : … You’re awake ?
Belphie : Mm-hmm.
You : Weren’t you sleeping over there earlier ?
Belphie : Figured I could get me a better night’s sleep over here.
His usual half-lidded, drowsy gray eyes stared straight at you. Perhaps because he had three pupils, when he looked at you it felt as though he was staring even deeper into you.
You : (...Too close…!)
Facing Belphegor at a distance where your noses might touch with the slightest movement, all traces of sleep completely vanished.
You : I should probably get up now… You’re going back to sleep, right ?
Instead of answering, Belphegor shifted even closer — then let his forehead fall gently against your shoulder.
Belphie : Heard ya went over to that Serafin Academy yesterday ?
You : How did you even hear about that ?
Belphie : Whole school’s mighty interested in ya, that’s why.
You : You don’t seem like the type to care about things like that.
Belphie : Ya, it’s a bother. Sure is. But…
He frowned slightly and buried his nose into the nape of your neck, taking a deep breath.
Belphie : Reckon if ya go off somewhere, it’ll just make things a whole lot more bothersome for me.
As his soft lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, a sharp shiver ran down your spine.
Belphie : Maybe it’s ‘cause I just woke up.
You : Huh ?
Belphie : It’s mighty hard.
You : Huh ?!!
Murmuring lazily, Belphegor ran his tongue along your neck and then captured your lips in one swift motion. The kiss deepened, while his long fingers began undoing the buttons of your shirt one by one.
You : Belphegor, this is the student council room…!
Belphie : So hush now.
You : Isn’t that missing the point ?!
Belphie : Well now, if ya really want to, ya can make all the noise ya like. If somebody comes walkin’ in… might just make things more interestin’.
Grinning, Belphegor slipped his hand inside your uniform top. His fingers began slowly and persistently rubbing against the most sensitive spots.
You : Belphegor…! There…
Belphie : Easy now, don’t be rushin’ me. I ain’t missin’ a single spot.
You suppressed moans seeped damply into the still air of the quiet meeting room. Helpless, you wrapped your arms around his neck, surrendering your body to the pleasure.
After a while, you hurriedly gathered the clothes scattered across the floor, pulling them back on before settling yourself into the chair again.
You : (I feel like I’ve tried every possible lewd scenario you could do at school…!)
Belphegor smacked his lips in satisfaction and returned to his original seat, turning his gaze back to the pile of books.
Ultra-Advanced Mathematical Essays and Understanding Quantum Mechanics.
You : That’s a pretty luxurious book to use as a pillow…
Belphie : Pillow ?
You : Weren’t you about to use it as one and go back to sleep ?
Belphie : What’re ya talkin’ about ? I’m fixin’ to work on the problems I didn’t finish last night.
As he said that, Belphegor opened the book with a serious expression. Feeling a sudden suspicion, you asked.
You : Is the reason you always sleep at school because…?
Belphie : Spend all night workin’ through hard, interestin’ problems, reckon it’s only natural I sleep in the daytime. ‘Course, problems ain’t the only thing I keep busy at night.
You : Then what else do you do ?
Belphie : Gotta watch me some mangas and masturbate.
Belphegor answered casually while actually starting to solve the problems at an impressive speed. At that moment, the torn spot labeled ‘Top Student’ on the bulletin board flashed through your mind.
You : Wait… Don’t tell me, you’re the top student ?!
Belphie : Reckon so.
Completely absorbed, Belphegor didn’t even glance away from the book.
You : (My body’s cooled down now, so I should quietly slip out without disturbing him.)
But before you could grab the doorknob, his voice stopped you.
Belphie : Ya really fixin’ to transfer over the Serafin Academy ?
You : I haven’t decided yet.
Belphie : Hmph. That so ? Ya gettin’ too soft on folks — that’s yer trouble.
You : What do you mean by that ?
Belphie : Too much of a bother to explain.
He scratched his head once and then went back to focusing on solving problems. You tried for a moment to interpret what he meant, but eventually gave up and left your seat.
**********
The next day, representatives from each club and department gathered in one classroom after being called by the student council.
Beel : The student council meeting room is being cleaned, so please excuse us for holding the meeting here today. There was a smell and some damp residue, so it needed disinfecting.
Beelzebub looked straight at you with a knowing smile. Feeling a bit guilty, you subtly avoided his ghazi. Up to this point, there hadn’t been any problems.
You, the festival preparation committee chair and today’s acting secretary, pressed your hand to your forehead.
The scene unfolding the moment the meeting began was so chaotic that it rivaled a gathering of the rulers of Hell.
Mammon : Our club will buy up every item sold by each club and class the moment the festival begins. Then we will resell them with added profit.
You : (Declaring so boldly that he was going to hoard supplies like that !!)
Satan : Who cares about that garbage ! A festival’s all about thunderous noise and blazing flames !! Our department will line up a yakisoba stand alongside 100 motorcycles and fry the noodles using the heat blasting from their exhaust pipes !
You : (That’s wildly unscientific ! And even if it works, the food will just be soaked in exhaust fumes !)
Asmodeus : Keke, how childish you all are. Isn’t the true flower of a festival love and romance ?
Asmodeus, who was attending as a supervising teacher, crossed his legs and chuckled.
Asmodeus : This year, I’ll open a teachers-only booth — a ‘Secret Host Club’. The services will scale depending on how much you pay.
Levi : What kind of nonsense are you lunatics talking about ?
Leviathan, the head of the disciplinary committee, glared at the other kings with eyes full of contempt.
Levi : Causing excessive noise, encouraging extravagance, and imitating adult entertainment establishments are strictly forbidden.
You : (Nice one, Leviathan !!)
Levi : Beelzebub, if you’re a proper president, ban those three from running booths altogether.
Satan : What ? Who are you to order me around, hahh ?
Beel : Humm ~ Can’t be helped. If Levi tells me to do something, I have to. Keke.
Mammon : That is abuse of authority. But then again, could we not just pay money to make that abuse disappear ?
Beel : Hey, Belphegor. Don’t you have anything to say ?
Belphie : Quit yer yappin’... I ain’t even no department or club rep to begin with.
Levi : What are you talking about ? You”re the representative of the academic club.
Belphie : Reckon I don’t know… that sorta thing’s a bother…
Belphegor fell asleep again. And the argument among the remaining members only grew more heated. As a result, the representatives of the other clubs — aside from the rulers — froze up and couldn’t say a word.
You : (I shouldn’t have agreed to be the secretary… I have no idea which of these statements I’m supposed to record as valid opinions…)
When you turned to look at Beelzbub, who was supposed to be presiding over the meeting, he was calmly sitting in the middle of the chaos, munching on a triple-stacked macaron tower with a grin.
Beel : Haha, everyone’s so fired up. Chairperson, why not just approve everything ? Sounds fun.
You : Didn’t you say earlier that you’d listen to Leviathan…
Beel : Maybe — but you’re the festival chair, right ? So in the end, it’s your call.
At his irresponsible attempt to pass the burden onto you, you let out a deep sigh. Eventually, you quietly walked to the chalkboard, grabbed a piece of chalk, and began writing revised proposals on your own.
You : Mammon, hoarding and resale plan rejected ! Instead, use that budget to hold a school-wide ‘Charity Auction Party’. The profits will be donated to the student council.
Mammon : Oh ? A charity auction party ? That sounds rather elegant.
You : Satan, exhaust-pipe yakisoba rejected ! The motorcycles will be used only for photo-zone display, and use a normal grill ! Then you can even make something other than yakisoba if you want !
Satan : Tsk ! You have no appreciation for a manly cooking method.
You : And Mr. Asmodeus, host club rejected ! Change it to a wholesome ‘Butler Café’ and the profits will go to the school development fund !
Asmodeus : A butler café, huh. That could satisfy quite a lot of people’s fantasies as well. Very nice.
You : Leviathan, hold off on disciplinary action for now, and have the disciplinary committee focus on managing movement routes on the day ! Giving them demerits now won’t make them behave anyway.
Levi : … That is a fair point. Tsk !
You : And Belphegor…
Belphie : Zzzz….
You : … We’ll talk to him again once he wakes up.
Fortunately, the rules more or less agreed with the alternatives you had fired off without even taking a breath. Soon, exclamations of admiration broke out here and there.
Student : … That’s the wisdom of Solomon.
Hearing that familiar name made you flinch slightly, but you pretended not to notice and let it pass.
After the storm-like meeting finally ended, you trudged down the hallway, completely drained.
You : (Even if my intelligence and stamina have improved, dealing with those seven is still exhausting… Wait, seven ? It felt like someone was missing…? Ah ! Lucifer wasn’t there !)
You casually turned to a junior who had just finished compiling the meeting notes.
You : Hey, why didn’t Lucifer come today ? It was a representatives’ meeting. I thought he was the bad club representative… We need to decide budgets too.
Student : Ah, Lucifer sunbae ? He probably ran off again to avoid scouting offers.
You : Scouting offers ?
Student : Yes ! Not just the band club — sports teams, arts clubs, even science clubs are all desperately trying to recruit Lucifer sunabae. But he moves entirely on his own whims, so nobody can catch him. I heard he’s extremely hard to meet.
You : (... Though somehow, I keep running into him all the time.)
After finishing the conversation, you said goodbye to the junior and looked down at the blank paper in your hand. It was a document meant for the band club, who hadn’t attended the meeting.
You : (I do need to deliver this… They said he’s hard to find, but maybe with my luck lately, I might run into him again.)
Just as that thought crossed your mind, a pleasant melody drifted through the air from somewhere.
You : (That sound…?)
Following the direction of the music, you walked until you reached the end of the old school building hallway, bathed in the colors of the sunset. It was an abandoned classroom that seemed to be used as a storage room, yet from inside flowed notes so delicate and beautiful they were almost unbelievable.
You : (Who would be playing the piano in a place like this at this hour…?)
You quietly opened the back door and slipped inside, holding your breath. The one playing the old piano placed among unused desks and chairs was none other than Lucifer.
You : (Wow… He seriously looks like the classic ‘lone wolf’ character straight out of a romance manga…!)
The cold, distant expression he wore in Hell was nowhere to be found. Instead his profile — fully absorbed in the music — was bathed in the warm glow of the sunset, looking impossibly peaceful and beautiful.
You : (Ah… Come to think of it, I heard this before. Lucifer used to be an angel in charge of music when he was in Heaven. Maybe that’s why. I thought he only played guitar, but he’s good at piano too… )
Just then, while you were lost in thought and entranced by the music, you accidentally stepped against the doorframe and made a ‘creak’ sound. The music stopped abruptly.
Lucifer : … What are you doing standing there ?
Lucifer turned his head and looked at you with cold, piercing eyes.
You : Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. It just sounded so beautiful, I…
As you stood awkwardly at the doorway, neither entering nor leaving, forcing a stiff smile, he spoke in a low voice.
Lucifer : If you came in, at least close the door.
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Event story : The End of the Cliché Lucifer Gifted — Part 1/3
[Transcript of the event story with illustrations] I transcribed the whole event for those who missed it or who would like to reread it ♥
♦ Part 1-4 [on going] | The other event story are linked in section n°4 of the masterlist
♦ MC : gn!reader → You/Your name or they/them
♦ Date : May 2026
♦ Context of the story : Within the perfect school life created by a God of another world, for some reason, you keep running into Lucifer alone, just the two of you. Each time that happens, Lucifer recalls an old connection through you. At last, when the one-month-long world comes to an end, he gives you a gift that only he can offer, as you have passed the test...
Gehenna
Satan : That’s definitely depression !
Satan’s booming declaration shook the entire office, drawing every devil’s attention away from their towering stacks of paperwork. All eyes followed the direction of this thick finger — straight to you, slumped into the plush sofa in the corner, letting out a quiet sight.
You : (Here he goes again…)
In reality, you were just drowsy from a food coma after overindulging in desserts made from Gehenna’s local specialties.
However, Satan folded his arms with an unusually serious expression. Over the past few days, while you had been helping him with paperwork, he had been carefully observing how you would occasionally drift off, staring absentmindedly out the window.
Satan : I’ve been through it myself — I know the signs. That’s early-stage depression. Look at those unfocused eyes, just staring into nothing ! At this rate, they’ll start crying out of nowhere !
********** A few days earlier, at lunchtime
You sat motionless, fork in hand, staring blankly at the freshly grilled steak in front of you, its rich aroma still rising into the air.
You : (Which part should I cut first to make it taste the best..?)
You were, in fact, seriously contemplating that. But from the distance, Satan saw something else entirely.
Satan : Hey, Sitri. Don’t you think [Your name]’s appetite has dropped compared to before ?? Hahh ?
Sitri : …? I’m not sure, Your Majesty.
Satan : Look at them ! Just spacing out without eating anything. With all that delicious food right in front of them !
Sitri : Hmm… now that you mention it, maybe…?
Satan : That’s a classic early symptom of depression.
You : (I can hear you, Satan…)
Thanks to Satan, who had no idea how loud his voice was, you could clearly hear all of his concerns — misguided as they were.
But as always, you brushed it off as a passing incident and didn’t think much of it.
At least, not yet. You didn’t realise how big this situation would become.
**********
It was another day. While helping Satan carry piles of approval documents, you tilted your head back, feeling the stiffness in your neck. A small sigh escaped without you even realising it. But Satan, who had just turned the corner of the hallway, saw it — and immediately grabbed Paimon by the shoulder.
Satan : Did you hear that ?! That soul-crushing sigh just now ?! That’s the sound of someone’s spirit crying out under pressure !!
Paimon : Oh myyy ~ ! Then does that meannn ~ ?!
Satan : [Y/n]... It really depression after all…!!
Once again, you took his concern lightly and simply continued on your way.
But, it was a mistake. Not for just a day or two, but nearly over a week, Satan caused a commotion, insisting that you were depressed. Because of that, not only Satan but the other devils also came to believe the depression theory (?) about you, and everyone began to worry. Even when you belatedly realise how serious things had gotten and repeatedly insisted that wasn’t the case, not a single devil belied you.
Leraye : [Y/n]... if something’s bothering you, you have to tell us.
You : No, seriously…! I told you, I’m not depressed ?!
Leraye : I heard the thing people with depression say the most is ‘I’m fine’...
You : (This is driving me crazy…!!)
********** And finally, today
To put everyone’s worries to rest, you deliberately acted energetic — eating well and even properly finishing your dessert.
Which, of course, led you sinking into the plush sofa in the corner of the office, fighting — and losing — to a food coma. Seeing your limp, lethargic form, Satan finally couldn’t hold back and shouted loudly enough to shake the office.
Satan : It’s definitely depression !! Now it’s progressed to lethargy !!
The gazes of the 72 Devils reviewing documents all turned towards you at once. Crossing his thick arms, Satan declared with a serious face.
Satan : I’ve been through this, I know the signs. This is definitely depression. If we don’t act fast, it’s going to get serious !!
After repeating “That’s not it !” countless times over the past few days, you were beyond annoyed — but you couldn’t just stay silent either.
You : Stan, I’m not really-
Asmodeus : Looks like homesickness.
Just as you were about to argue back, the office door opened and Asmodeus appeared.
You : Asmodeus ??
Asmodeus : Hey, sweetheart. Nice surprise, isn’t it ?
Belial : Everyone, open the windows ! Hurry up, you slow idiots !!
Belial sprang to his feet, urgently giving orders as if poisonous gas had filled the room. It was an attempt to dilute even a little of the pheromones Asmodeus was emitting.
Asmodeus : I had something to discuss with Satan, and since I was here, I thought I’d stop by and see you too.
Satan : Don’t go doing things nobody asked you to, you bastard !!
Whether Satan growled and threw things or not, Asmodeus leisurely leaned against the doorframe, glanced at you on the sofa, and crossed his arms.
Asmodeus : It’s homesickness.
Satan : Homesickness ??
Asmodeus : It’s different from depression. They just miss home.
Satan : You think I wouldn’t know that ?! Don’t explain it to me — damn it !!
Ignoring Satan, Asmodeus continued while looking at you.
Asmodeus : Well, it’s only natural. You can’t contact the people on Earth, and you can’t even meet them…
His voice trailed off, the corner of his lips curling so slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. In truth, whether it was depression or homesickness didn’t matter to him. Using your current listless state as an excuse, he found himself wanting to once again savor that thrilling sensation from before — when he played the role of your ‘teacher’ and had you completely under his control.
Asmodeus : (Ahh, just thinking about that time again is making me heat up down there.) Perfect. I’ll perfectly cure that homesickness myself. Whether it’s homesickness or depression, all I need to do is let them experience an Earth so enjoyable that it completely erases it, right ? And if I’m choosing the setting, it’ll be [your name]’s school days. (That way, I can take on the role of teacher again and spend enjoyable time with [your name].)
Satan : …? Hey, what exactly are you planning ?
Asmodeus : I’ll recreate an entire ‘school life on Earth’ just for [your name] — one where all suffering is erased.
At that moment, Asmodeus and Satan glanced over toward where you were. You nodded. Unable to resist the food coma that came after eating, you had already begun dozing off.
Satan : Recreating an entire Earth-style school life just for them — sure, that’s impressive, but since when could you even pull something like that off ??
Asmodeus : I can’t do it — but I know someone who can. I’m going to meet Angra Mainyu.
Asmodeus’ words quickly reached the other five kings. Thanks to Satan’s dramatic overreaction over the past few days, they were all already under the impression that you were depressed — true or not. So when they heard that Asmodeus was going to meet Angra Mainyu, they asked to accompany him. However, even for the rulers of Hell, meeting ‘Angra Mainyu’ — the supreme deity of a world and an expert in the creation of spacetime — was not something they could do by simply opening a door and walking in. It required proper procedures and a ‘relay’.
Asmodeus : In that case, we’ll just go through an intermediary. You all can attend remotely.
Mammon : Fine. I will lend you my drone. For a price, of course.
And so, Asmodeus crossed the boundaries of Hell and headed toward the domain of Azathoth — the origin of all dimensions, where formless chaos churns endlessly. At the heart of the blinding cosmic abyss, a vast, shapeless presence surged.
Azathoth : What have you come to sell ? Or perhaps to buy ? For reference, the ‘Essence of Sleep Bed’ you ordered last time is still in transit.
Asmodeus : I request an audience with Angra Mainyu, overseer of light and truth. I wish to negotiate a deal concerning the creation of spacetime.
Azathoth : Oh ? A relay. Very well.
The abyss rippled grotesquely, and Azathoth’s network — connecting all things in the universe — actived. As if tuning into the frequency of chaos, space warped and twisted. And at last, the mediation was accepted. The pitch-black darkness split apart, revealing a realm of blinding brilliance and enormous golden mechanisms — the divine realm of Angra Mainyu.
Seated upon his throne, Angra Mainyu listened to Asmodeus’ audacious request delivered through the relay — and burst into hearty laughter.
Angra Mainyu : “What an amusing proposal. Very Well — one month, precisely. I shall create a perfect, simulated school life for that human — one without worry, without pain, without a single flaw. A utopia where everything revolves around that human alone.”
Angra Mainyu’s eyes gleamed — with mischief or perhaps arrogance.
Angra Mainyu : “But nothing comes for free. If that child chooses to abandon returning to Hell and instead remains in my perfect world forever… Hand over your territory — Hell itself — to me.
The atmosphere in the divine realm dropped like a weight. It was an insane gamble — one wrong move, and the devils would lose their entire domain. However, the kings — hearing Angra Mainyu’s proposal through the Tartaros-made drone Asmodeus had deployed — responded with nothing more than scoffs of disbelief.
Satan : There’s no such thing as a losing bet. I’m in !!
Satan slammed his hand down on the table — BANG ! A cracking sound followed as the table split apart.
Mammon : I will raise the stakes. My entire fortune. If we win, you double it.
Mammon placed his bert with a relaxed smile.
Leviathan : There’s no way that human would ever abandon this Hell, not with us in it.
Just as Leviathan let out a scoff as he was done speaking.
Angra Mainyu : “In the world I create, you will all be there as well.”
Angra Mainyu let out a mocking laugh at their overconfidence and turned the massive gears of creation.
**********
As you opened your eyes, you blankly stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling — one that felt nothing like Hell at all. You had clearly been dozing off on the sofa in Satan’s office, but what touched your cheek now was not the sofa, but a dazzlingly white, crisp blanket.
You : …? What happened ? (Did someone move me ?)
A gentle breeze drifted in though the open window, carrying the sound of chirping sparrows and the freshness of morning air. As you pushed yourself up, you realise you were dressed in a familiar school uniform.
You : This is… my old school uniform…?
You blinked, glancing down at your hands before looking around in confusion. A space that vaguely resembled Minhyeok’s room… no — it looked exactly like Minhyeok’s room.
You : (But… something feels off. Like… There’s no trace of his scent anywhere.)
If anything, the room felt strangely familiar — like it had always been yours alone.
You : I’m sure I was just in Gehenna’s castle, so why did I suddenly wake up here ?
Just as you considered pinching your cheek to check if this was a dream, you realised something.
You : My body feels… unbelievably light…!
Your shoulders, which had been unconsciously tense ever since arriving in Hell, had softened. Your skin, once dry from sleepless nights due to relentless angel attacks, now felt smooth. And the stress you had quietly carried — missing Earth and Minhyeok — vanished completely.
You : (My head feels so clear…! And somehow, it feels like my energy is overflowing !) What is this ? Why do I feel so good ? I feel like I could memorise an entire book in one go or sprint 100 meters in 9 seconds.
The contract between Angra Mainyu and the kings was a secret to you. So you had no way of knowing that this virtual world was one where you become an overpowered being capable of doing everything perfectly.
You : Huhu ! I get it now. This is one amazing dream !
Deciding that was the only explanation, you stepped outside, almost as if pulled along by the strange vitality coursing through you.
You : Since I’m in uniform, maybe I should go to school ?
Leaving the place identical to Minhyeok’s house, you walked along the familiar route you used to take to school as a child.
“All students, please gather in the auditorium !”
It seemed there was some kind of school event, as student council members were calling everyone in.
You : (For some reason, my heart’s starting to race…!)
Not long after, all the students gathered in the auditorium. Then the student council president stepped onto the stage, and with a relaxed stride, took position in front of the microphone.
Beelzebub : Well, well ~ I didn’t expect everyone to actually show up just because I called. How obedient. Keke.
The one who stepped onto the stage with a sly grin was none other than Beelzebub. At that single small smile, the shrieks of the female students rang out loudly enough to seem as though they would pierce the auditorium roof.
You : (R-Right. Dreams reflect the subconscious… so it’s not strange for Beelzebub to appear in my dream ! … But making Beelzebub the student council president ? What kind of subconscious decision is that …?)
Just as you let out an awkward laugh in disbelief, an enormous roar loud enough to tear through your eardrums came from the school gate outside the auditorium.
VROOOOM !!! SCREEEECH !!!
Satan : Kahaha ! I haven’t even arrived yet, and you’re already starting without me ?!
At the front of a loud group arriving on motorcycles stood Satan, laughing heartily. The sheer noise with Satan’s voice, everyone jumped to their feet and rushed to the auditorium windows to look outside.
You : (So Satan’s a student here too…? And the leader of a biker gang ? That fits him way too well.)
Just then, from inside the school grounds, a group of students wearing black uniforms marched in perfect formation toward the school gate where Satan stood.
Walking at the very front of them was…
Mammon : I have been waiting, Satan ! Today, we settle this once and for all. With this school on the line.
From the looks of it, Satan and Mammon appeared to be the leaders of two rival factions competing over the school. Soon after, the two groups collided and the school’s main gate was literally being smashed to pieces. On one side were Satan’s delinquents, wearing intimidating special attack uniforms embroidered with fierce designs, revving their motorcycle engines. On the other side were Mammon’s wealthy-family faction, dressed in pristine luxury uniforms and wielding top-tier weapons — were grabbing each other by the collars and causing chaos.
Beelzebub : Let’s ignore those idiots outside and move with the program, shall we ~
As Beelzebub lightly tapped the microphone while speaking, the students obediently returned to their seats.
Beel : The reason we’ve gathered today is none other than to announce the school festival that will take place in one month !
You : (A school festival ?!)
Your heart began pounding once more. Just thinking about it already sounded fun.
Beel : That said ~ the important details won’t come from me — the head of the disciplinary committee will further explain.
You : (Why ?)
Beel : I couldn’t be bothered writing the script, so I handed it off ~
You : (Of course you did !!)
Beel : Alright then ~ please welcome the head of the disciplinary committee, who’ll go over the festival details and rules ~
As Beelzebub clapped his hands, someone neatly dressed in a proper uniform stepped up from below the stage and stood before the microphone.
Levi : I am the head of the disciplinary committee.
You : (Leviathan, who loves rules, being the head of the disciplinary committee that suits him perfectly ! Though that means I’ll have to be extra careful not to break any school rules…)
You didn’t know when this dream would end, but even in a dream, you didn’t want to get scolded by Leviathan.
Levi : During the festival preparations…
Then, suddenly, Leviathan stopped mid-sentence and fixed a sharp glare toward the front row.
Levi : There’s a student sleeping in plain sight.
As he stared fixedly in one direction, everyone’s gaze followed. The person was…
Belphie : Leviathan, yer voice just ain’t suited for readin’ stuff like that. Makes a body mighty sleepy.
Mumbling half-asleep, Belphegor let his head droop again with a thud and immediately fell back asleep. Leviathan looked ready to storm off the stage and grab him by collar, but Beelzebub barely managed to hold him back.
Beel : Alright then, that’s all for today ! Let’s hope the festival turns out to be a fun one.
As he said that, Beelzebub once again looked precisely in your direction and gave you a wink.
After the chaotic morning assembly ended, you followed the crowd of students heading toward their classrooms.
You : (Come to think of it…! I don’t even know what grade or class I’m in this dream…!)
The moment that thought crossed your mind, a voice called your name from behind.
Asmo : [Your name], private consultation.
You turned — and sure enough, there he was, dressed as a teacher, smiling at you with dangerously captivating charm while motioning you closer.
You : Asmodeus…teacher ?
Asmo : Pfft…!
It felt awkward, but aware of the people around you — even if this was a dream — you called him “teacher”. That alone made him break into laughter, barely able to contain himself as he covered his mouth.
You : … No way…
Asmo [Y/n], that was adorable. The way you called me ‘teacher’... I’d love to record it and keep it forever.
You : What — wait, this isn’t really a dream…? You’re not just Asmodeus in my dream — but the real Asmodeus ?
Asmo : It’s practically the same as a dream, so don’t worry.
Asmodeus gave a strangely vague explanation as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
You : … Dream or not, I feel like this kind of physical contact between a teacher and a student might be a problem.
Asmo : You’re not that stiff of a person, are you ?
You : But you… you’re pretty stiff right now…
You could feel what was inside Asmodeus’ pants, fully hardened, pressing firmly against your body.
Asmo : Can I rub against your thigh ?
You : That sounds extremely inappropriate for a teacher to say…
Asmo : That’s what makes it more thrilling.
You couldn’t refute that remark, so you only opened and closed your mouth silently — because you thought the same thing as well.
Asmo : Keke, I’d love to keep you all to myself from day one — but for now, try enjoying school life a little more.
You : Oh… That actually sounded pretty teacher-like.
Asmo : Here — this is a note with your grade and class, along with your schedule.
You accepted it, not forgetting to thank him. Just as you turned to head toward the classroom :
Asmo : Make sure you fully enjoy everything in this place, [y/n].
You : I will.
Something about his words felt oddly strange, making you tilt your head in confusion.
Just then — Ding-dong-dang-dong-
You : (Ah…! The warning bell before class…!)
You hurried down the hallway so you wouldn’t be late. Without realising it, the lightness granted by your overpowered buff made your steps quicker and quicker — until your brisk walk had naturally turned into a light run.
You : Ah, I’m going to be late ! Gotta hurry…
It happened as you quickly turned a corner. Thud-! Your body collided with something, and a heavy impact struck your forehead. With a short cry, you lost your balance and began to fall backward — but at that very moment, a large, cool hand firmly wrapped around your waist and pulled you sharply forward.
You : Hagh, I’m sorry…! I should’ve watched where I was going… b-but…? Huh ? You’re…
You raised your voice, then quickly stopped yourself mid-sentence. Standing there, looking down at you with a few buttons of his uniform shirt undone and his tie loosened, was none other than Lucifer.
You : (Did all seven kings really end up in my dream ?! No, more importantly…! We’re way too close…!)
Flustered, you hurriedly stepped back, widening the distance between you. Lucifer was like an unfathomable abyss — impossible to read. A fallen angel who had lived thousands of years, one who regarded humans as beings worth less than ants. Though he was sometimes lenient toward you, he usually felt cold and intimidating. Whether his chilling presence carried into dreams or not, the reactions of the other students in the hallway were anything but ordinary.
You : (The moment Lucifer appeared, all the passing students are naturally moving aside…?)
No one tried to speak to him. No one even attempted to meet his gaze.
You : (Lucifer, what kind of existence is he at this school ? No, more importantly, I should apologise first !) Lu-Lucifer… I’m sorry…!
Lucifer : Forget it.
As expected, instead of saying “it’s fine”, Lucifer merely gave a curt reply that sounded more like he wasn’t interested, then turned and walked away. On his back, you could see that he was carrying a guitar case. Watching him as he walked farther away, you suddenly remembered that quite some time had passed since the warning bell rang.
You : (I should get to class first…!!)
Lucifer : …….
After your brief encounter with Lucifer, you hurried back to the classroom, where class was already in progress. But even though you arrived late, no one scolded you.
Teacher : If [Y/n] was late to class, there must have been a reason.
Everyone seemed to share the same thought — even the teacher said it out loud.
You : (What is this ? This deep trust they have in me…?!)
Teacher : Alright, who wants to solve this next equation ? It’s a bit tricky.
To your own surprise, you were the one who solved the problem. And even as harder questions followed, you solved them one after another without hesitation.
You : (Huh ? Was I always this smart ?)
But academics weren’t the only thing you excelled at. It was the final class of the day, physical education. In the dodgeball match, you lightly dodged a powerful throw from the opposing team, then used the rebounding ball to knock out one opponent. With your performance bringing the match to a clean finish, cheers and applause erupted from all around.
You : (Wow… I looked pretty cool just now ! Ah ! I get it ! In this dream, I’m a ‘munchkin’ who’s good at everything ! There’s no worries, no fatigue, no bullies, no stress here !)
The moment that thought crossed your mind, your eyes caught sight of another class having PE on the opposite side of the field.
You : (That class is… Ah ! It’s Lucifer’s class…!)
They were playing basketball, but even from afar, it was obvious that no one wanted to go anywhere near Lucifer. Then, when the ball accidentally ended up in Lucifer’s hands, he didn’t even move — he simply threw the shit from where he stood, scoring a perfectly clean three-pointer. The same thing happened every time the ball went to Lucifer, making the game look anything but normal.
You : (That’s… completely overwhelming…?)
At that moment, students nearby also stared in the same direction and began whispering among themselves.
Student : If the basketball team saw that, they'd be devastated again.
Student : Seriously. Not just basketball — soccer, baseball, even fighting — he’s apparently good at everything, but he turned down every club offer.
You wiped your sweat while carefully listening in on their conversation.
You : (So Lucifer is the ‘admired by everyone but uninterested in everything himself’ kind of lone-wolf character…!)
Just then, Lucifer’s class basketball game ended. At that moment, Lucifer turned his head — and it seemed like he was looking straight toward you.
Shhk-! You instinctively averted your gaze, worried your eyes might meet his.
You : (Everytime I see Lucifer, my heart starts acting weird.)
Whether it was out of excitement or fear, you couldn’t tell.
********** After school, as the crimson sunset stretched long across the sky
You : Hehe, I hope this dream goes on forever.
After your standout performance in the final class — PE — you headed toward the rarely used storage area to cool off your sweat.
You : (Come to think of it, in romance manga, heart-fluttering things always happen in places like gym storage rooms…! This dream feels like a perfect world made just for me, so maybe the things I’m hoping for really could happen…)
Just as that thought crossed your mind, a thick arm shot out from the darkness, grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into the storage room. With a bang, the iron door shut, sending pale dust into the air.
Satan : Shh.
The one who had forcibly pushed you toward the worn vaulting mats inside the storage room was none other than Satan.
You : (...Th-that scared me…! It’s just Satan. I thought it was a stranger, so that’s a relief… Wait. Is this actually a situation to feel relieved about ?)
Between the open collar of his delinquent school uniform, his firm chest muscles were visible, and the lingering heat from his recent fight — along with his strong, masculine scent — washed over you.
You : (...Whether it’s a relief or not, I guess this is still something to be grateful for !)
You swallowed nervously, sneaking glances at his muscles. The scene you had secretly hoped for was unfolding right in front of you.
Satan : Keke, [Y/n]. You really don’t change, even here.
You : …? What do you mean, even here ? Ah ! Wait — do you still remember things from outside this dream too ? Like Asmodeus ?
Satan : A dream ? Yeah, calling it that works. Something like that.
His explanation was just as vague as Asmodeus’ — but that wasn’t what mattered right now.
You : But why did you suddenly drag me somewhere like…
Before you could finish asking, your lips were swallowed by Satan’s rough lips. He easily grabbed both your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head. Satan’s tongue forced its way past your closed lips, roaming widely inside your mouth. Without giving you even a moment to breathe, the dense and forceful kiss that seemed intent on swallowing even the root of your tongue drained all the strength from your legs. The explicit, wet sound of saliva tangling echoed strangely through the quiet gym storage room. Satan gripped your chin and twisted it, pushing in deeper, while the other hand hastily tugged up the hem of your school blouse. His rough, masculine hand seized your bare breast firmly.
You : (What do I do…? It really feels like the thing I was ‘hoping for’ is about to happen…!)
Your prediction was exactly right.
Both your breathing gradually grew more ragged, until eventually the empty gym storage room filled with the sounds of bodies colliding and suppressed moans.
Much later — after reaching climax again and again — you both collapsed onto the mat, gasping for breath.
You : Haa…Haa.. Satan… I feel like I just fulfilled a dream I didn’t even know I had…
Lying beside you, Satan laughed as he pulled your waist closer, pressing your lower abdomen against his.
You : Btw… If you still have memories from outside this dream, does that mean you guys came into my dream ?
Satan : Something like that.
You : Then… Why are you fighting Mammon all the time ???
You finally asked the question that had been bothering you the whole time.
Satan : My memories are fine, and my will hasn’t changed. But it feels like the ‘forcing power’ of this world keeps pushing my role here onto me.
You : Your role ?
Satan : Yeah. In this world, I’m not the King of Gehenna — I’m the leader of a biker gang at this school ! The second I see that bastard Mammon’s face, my temper spikes and my fists fly before I can stop myself !
You : …You already act like a biker gang leader normally, and it’s not just Mammon — you throw punches at the other kings too. Honestly, it doesn’t seem that different…
Satan : ?? Really ??
He tilted his head, eyes wide in genuine confusion. When you laughed at the sight, his expression softened.
Satan : Anyway, just enjoy this world while you can. Since you’ve got the chance. Maybe that depression of yours will clear up too.
You : I told you, it’s not depression…
Satan : Then homesickness.
You : I don’t think it’s that either… or maybe it is ?
At this point, even you weren’t sure anymore. Still, having a dream like this definitely felt like the perfect way to refresh yourself.
You : Alright. I’ll enjoy it as much as I can — my perfect school life.
Satan : Good answer.
With that, he captured your lips again. In the heated air, you felt a pure, unfiltered sense of happiness.
********** The next day
You had fully settled into the ‘perfect daily life’ this fake world offered.
Student : [Y/n] sunbae ! You were amazing in yesterday’s dodgeball match !
Student : Um, these are cookies I made…!
Teachers showered you with endless favor, and students of every grade admired you. Everywhere you went, praise followed.
You : (It surprised me a little that the devils still have their memories… but this perfect daily life is just too exciting ! Seriously, this might be the best dream ever.)
Greeting lunchtime in high spirits, you opened your lunchbox. Somehow this lunchbox had already been inside your bad you when you woke up in the morning.
You : Thanks for the meal !
Just as you cheerfully lifted your chopsticks, your hand froze midair. Right in the center of the lunchbox sat a glossy, perfectly cooked serving of vienna sausage stir-fry.
You : (Ah, this is…)
That was the side dish Minhyeok used to make most often. In other words, this lunchbox resembled the one Minhyeok used to pack. You slowly set your chopsticks down and stared at the sausages. A dull ache tightened somewhere deep in your chest.
You : (This perfect, happy life… it would have been really nice if Minhyeok were here too.)
With a lonely smile, you placed a sausage into your mouth.
Thankfully, the pleasant events that kept coming one after another soon swept that loneliness away. After classes ended, you were heading home — no club activities to attend — when a sharp, disciplined voice called out from behind. You turned to see Leviathan, the head of the disciplinary committee, standing in his immaculate uniform with an armband.
You : Leviant ? What’s wrong ? Don’t tell me you’re doing uniform checks even after school…?
Leviathan : Uniform inspections are conducted at any time. However, there’s no need to worry. Your uniform is perfect.
Leviathan’s rare praise lifted your mood once again.
You : Then what is it ? Is there something you need help with…?
Levi : That band club member Lucifer was cited for a uniform violation and was supposed to report to receive demerit points. Instead, he skipped afternoon assembly and vanished again.
You : Ah…! So Lucifer’s in the band club. That explains the guitar case he had that day.)
Levi : So I want you to go find him.
You : Me ? Aren’t you the disciplinary president…?
Levi : I have to go deal with Mammon’s improper attire. Lucifer’s behavior is unacceptable in many ways from the standpoint of a disciplinary head, so make sure you find him.
You : (Leviathan probably still has his memories too, yet he’s so immersed in his role as disciplinary president… This ‘forcing power’ of the dream really is scary…) Alright, I’ll do it. But where am I supposed to look for Lucifer ?
Levi : How should I know ?
You : ???
Levi : Figuring that out is also part of your task.
Leaving those words behind, Leviathan immediately turned and walked away. Being told to find Lucifer — who had vanished without any clue — left you feeling completely lost. Recalling Leviathan’s words, you decided to search around the school first.
You : (Since he’s in the band club, maybe he’s in the band room ?)
But he wasn’t there. It seemed he had skipped club activities as well. You asked around and made your way to his classroom, but he wasn’t there either. Behind the field, the restrooms, the storage rooms, empty classrooms, you went almost everywhere you could, but still couldn’t find Lucifer.
You : (Then the only place left is...)
You headed toward the school rooftop, a place where students were normally forbidden to enter. The rooftop door, which you expected to be locked, was open.
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[Recap & transcript of the event Story with illustrations] I transcribed most of the dialogues and summarized some descriptions. For those who missed the event or who would like to reread it ♥ Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language.
Recap : Part 1 [1-5] | The other Event Story are linked in section n°4 of the masterlist
[Levi told MC the story of Usiel and Lemiel.]
Hundreds of years ago, in Heaven, there was a great Ofanim name Usiel. He called himself the Grand General, and regarded himself not as a mere Ofanim, but as a soldier with a special rank. Usiel took in young angels who had lost their close family in war, raising them as his adopted children. Lemiel was one of those.
Battlefield. Hell.
Usiel : Fall back, my sons ! I will break through from here !
Behind that overwhelming, radiant figure, a still-youthful Lemiel looked up at his godfather with eyes full of awe.
Lemiel : (My godfather, Sir Usiel, is truly incredible…! If it's him, he'll strike down the Devil king before even the Seraphim can…!)
At the end of his fierce charge, Usiel finally discovered Beel deep within the heart of the Abyssos army.
Usiel : Filthy Devil King Beelzebub ! I, Usiel, an Ofanim who embodies the power of God – challenge you to an honorable duel !!
Usiel planted his massive great-sounding into the ground and shouted his name loud enough to shake the heavens. Countless angels and devils heard his voice.
Devils : Is that angel crazy ? Where does he think His Majesty Beelzebub even is ?
Beelzebub was shamelessly busy devouring a cupcake larger than his own face.
Usiel, faltered in confusion : …? Beelzebub King of Flies !! Can you not hear me ?!
Beel : If I fought some Ofanim, Satan and Levi would never let me hear the end of it ~
With both his own honor and that of Heaven ignored, sparks of furious lightning burst from Usiel's eyes.
Usiel : Arrogant devil… face the judgment of God !
Usiel kicked off the ground with all his strength and soared upward. Lightning gathered in his great-sounding, flashing as if it would spit the sky of Hell in two.
Usiel, seeing Beel vanished : What…!
As Usiel faltered mid-air, the swarm instantly gathered behind him, reforming into Beel's shape.
Beel : Interrupting someone's meal. How rude.
Standing casually with his weight shifted, Beel drew a long whip from his waist. With a single strike, fluid and swift like a serpent, the whip sliced through the air and severed Usiel's legs and right arm as easily as paper. Usiel screamed and collapsed to the ground, blood erupting violently.
Lemiel : Godfather !
Beel glanced down at the fallen Usiel without interest, shoved the last piece of cupcake into his mouth, and spoke.
Beel : See ? If I'd actually dulled someone who could be beaten by a mere clone, I'd never hear the end of it.
Usiel : … What ? …. A clone ?
Beel : On the land of the devils you despise so much, farewell.
Beel transformed into a swarm of flies and rose into the sky to leave. Usiel's corpse was soon trampled beneath the feet of devils and angels alike, crushed until it was no longer recognizable. Lemiel screamed but there was nothing he could do.
[Levi continued to speak to MC] If I recall correctly, Usiel was a reasonably strong angel, but nowhere near powerful enough to challenge a Devil King.
The one who was arrogant was not Beelzebub, but him.
In any case, after that day, Lemiel gathered Usiel's subordinates – his own comrades – and began forming an independent unit.
It seems he realized that in their current state, they could neither kill the King of Hell nor even leave a scratch on him.
Lemiel created those merciless soldiers, those raised by Usiel.
Lemiel erased a collage from the map simply because Beel had once “visited” it. For hundreds of years, the Lemiel Soldiers made countless attempts to take Beel's head. They had failed every single time. Tracking Beel down would had been a nightmare for the Lemiel Soldiers and when they found him, Beel'd always scatter into a swarm of flies.
The Lemiel Soldiers met clones because Beel almost never showed his true form. Though, he seemed to make exceptions when it came to MC.
The true Beel probably didn't even remember who Usiel was.
Wherever Beel appeared, Lemiel inevitably followed. So, the moment the angel heard that Beel had stepped onto the front lines, he'd dropped everything and came running.
[Then, Levi told MC the story of Lucifer and Lemiel.]
Usiel to Lemiel : You have lost a brother but gained a godfather. Now raise.
Lemiel : Godfather, you're the strongest warrior in Heaven, right ? Then does that make you the greatest angel too ?
Usiel : I may be a strong warrior but I am neither the strongest angel nor the greatest. There is one who is truly great and beautiful.
Lemiel : Who is it ?
Usiel, with reverence : The First Light, Angel of the Dawn, Sir Lucifer. He calls us his brothers but he is a being unlike any of us. He is the most beautiful angel, the greatest angel, and the strongest angel.
Lemiel : Then does that mean, if you fought Sir Lucifer, he would win ?
Usiel : If we fought, yes. But I would never fight him.
Lemiel : Why not ? Are you afraid of losing ?
Usiel : No. There is only one thing I fear. That I might dare to become a source of worry, for someone so noble and proud as he. That is all.
Lemiel rose higher and higher in rank, gradually grasping the “incomparable gap” that separated Seraphim and Lucifer from all others. And with the same absolute reverence for Lucifer as Usiel's, Lemiel could not help but come to stand in awe of him. So when Lucifer tore off his own wings and became a fallen angel, Lemiel felt as though his entire world had collapsed. From that day on, Lemiel bore a one-sided hatred toward Lucifer.
After a long time had passed, after Usiel's death, Lemiel reached the position of Dominion. And now, in the absence of the Seraphim, he led his own soldiers along to launch assaults on Hell.
One day, Lemiel met Lucifer. He had no radiant wings – the symbol of angels – adorned on his back. Instead, a single crimson horn curbed from the back of his head.
Lemiel : The Fallen Morning Star… Lucifer ! How could you, once the pride of Heaven, fall to such a state ?! [Lemiel raised his sword toward Lucifer.] Traitor ! My godfather Usiel worshipped you all his life ! [Then, to his soldiers.] In the name of my godfather, we shall execute the traitor of Heaven !
Hundreds of young soldiers rushed Lucifer in a furious charge but Lucifer did not attack. He stood still, slowly extending one hand toward them, his eyes filled with sorrow. From his fingertips a gentle yet overwhelming wave of magic spread outward like a tide. It held not trace of violence or killing intent – only an absolute, warm power of repose. The young soldiers dropped their weapons and collapsed to the ground, their faces serene as they sank into a deep sleep. Not a single drop of blood was shed– an overwhelming and merciful subjugation.
Lemiel, staggered back in shock : What is this…?
Lucifer walked toward him with graceful steps that seemed out of place on the blood-soaked battlefield. Lemiel hovered in the air while Lucifer, unable to fly, remained on the ground. Yet, somehow, it felt as though Lemiel was the one looking up at him.
Lucifer : …
Lemiel : (And yet why does it feel like I'm the one beneath him…?)
Lucifer : Usiel. Though he was misled by my brothers and came to preach a misguided sense of justice, he was still a man who understood pride. But you – why do you cover the eyes and ears of the children he saved, and use them as shields of flesh to block your own grief ?
Lucifer : You have not inherited Usiel's pride, Lemiel. Other than trampling on the precious legacy he left behind, what meaning is there in what you ate doing ?
The sword slipped weakly from Lemiel's hand and clattered to the ground. The realisation – that he himself had destroyed what Usiel left behind – struck the back of Lemiel's head ike a burning blow.
Lucifer : Pitiful angel. Even now, you can still stop. There is still something of his that remains. That is your life and your body.
Lucifer turned away and disappeared into the cloud of dust.
After having this most hideous contradiction exposed, Lemiel didn't change and came to hate Lucifer even more deeply than before.
Levi to MC : So now, you can truly understand my plan, can't you ? The two kings who dealt him the most terrible humiliation and despair. They are even on the battlefield, careless, each ready to kill the other.
Battlefield. Present.
In their respective barracks, Bael and Marbas furrowed their bows with stern expressions. The stage for a war no one had ever imagined was finally set to open.
“FIRE !”
No one even knew whose voice it was that gave the order that signaled the start of the war. The devils instinctively began their assault.
Bael : This is it-! No one retreats-!!
The 72 Devils of both nations, who held the highest command next to the kingdom, drew their weapons or abilities and shouted. There was not a single devil who welcomes this moment, but neither was there any devil who wished to lose.
Marbas : There's no turning back now ! End it fast – overwhelming them – and bring peace to Paradise Lost !
At his command, the devils of Paradise Lost surged forward, their bodies wrapped in radiant healing light like armor.
The moment the two armies collided, Mammon's cutting-edge weapons roared to life all at once. The borderlands were instantly transformed into a living hell of flying flesh and exploding magic.
However, at the deepest center of the battlefield – within a massive crater no one dared approach – a battle of an entirely different dimension was unfolding.
Beel : I've been wanting to fight you for a long time.
Lucifer : You've been harboring a pointless desire.
Beel : Whether it's pointless or not, we'll find out once we fight !
Lucifer, declared with a word of power : I will not permit it. [A circular barrier of light formed around him.] If you step inside this, you die.
Beel : Haha ! I don't really learn by listening. [Beel transformed into tens of thousands of flies.] I learn better by experiencing them first-hand.
Beel reappeared behind Lucifer and lashed out with a massive whip of magic. The barrier trembled violently, humming as it wavered on the brink. The two Kings of Hell clashed with everything they had. Centuries of irritation, pride and their own arrogance twisted together, dragging the battlefield into a vortex of madness no one could control.
MC was watching the horrific scene from atop a high cliff.
Levi : Devils don't lie. If they say they'll fight, they fight.
Amidst this mad war, Levi stood there in a crisp white blouse and a tight H-line skirt, calmly reviewing paperwork with perfect composure.
Levi : They're all doing a splendid job of exhausting themselves for no reason. Fools.
The air trembled as if an earthquake had struck the sky itself and even Lucifer and Beel, who had been fighting fiercely, flinched and looked up.
Lucifer : … What is that ?
The lower-ranking devils, screamed as they clutched their eyes and rolled on the ground. And along that pouring beam of radiant light, pure white feathers began to scatter across the battlefield like falling snow.
Lemiel : Beelzebub !!!!
Bael, stopped what he was doing and looked up at the sky : That voice…?!
Thousands of angels were pouring down all at once though the opening in the sky. Their eyes were empty, like lifeless glass marbles, and in their hands they gripped longswords imbued with holy light.
Bael : That's…! The advancing calamity, the Lemiel Soldiers ?!
Lemiel : Arrogant devil Beelzebub !! And filthy traitor of Heaven, Lucifer !! Today, I will complete my godfather's revenge and sever your vile heads to offer them upon God's altar !!
Devils : The angels ambushed us !! And of all things, it's the Lemiel Soldiers !!
Lemiel : In my godfather's name… Not a single devil is to be left alive !!
The young angel soldiers – stripped of all emotion – plunged straight into the center of the battlefield.
Bael : Don't try to fight – fall back first !!! Reform the formation !!!
Marbas : Prioritise your own survival and retreat !! All forces – fall back !!
Beel : Honestly, you've got the worst timing.
Lucifer : Lemiel Soldiers here…
Only then did the two kings of Hell realize that the angels had targeted the massive opening created by their clash of pride.
Lucifer : (But it's already too late.)
The situation was at its worst. The armies were already entangled and on the verge of collapse, and there was no room left to adjust tactics against the thousands of angels that had suddenly appeared.
Lemiel : Do you see this, godfather ?! The pathetic sight of these wretched devils crumbling ! [Then, to his soldiers.] Take their heads !! Mount the Fly King's and the traitor's heads upon my spear !
Confident in victory, Lemiel raised his sword high. Then, from behind him, a low voice was heard.
“Hang them.”
Dozens of purple noises descended from the sky. Then, tightened around the neck of the angelic spies mixed into the battlefield, they shot upward.
Lemiel : …. Who dares… [He turned around, still holding his sword raised.]
At the same time, with a deafening crack as if the sky itself were splitting apart lightning struck. Soon after, rain began pouring down over the battlefield. Soaked by the rain, a man dressed in a brilliantly white blouse and a tight black skirt was slowly stepping out from within Foras’ coffin.
Levi : As expected, this outfit does restrict my stride a bit.
Behind him, Hades’ Elite forces lined up in formation.
Devil : His Majesty Leviathan …? It's His Majesty Leviathan and Hades’ army…! S-saviors …!
Devil : I don't know why he's dressed like that, but… ! We're saved !!
The devils let out cries of relief and awe.
Levi : You've done well infiltrating ahead of time, Foras.
Foras : I merely did what was expected of me, Your Majesty Leviathan.
Lemiel : Leviathan…? How are you…?
Levi : I have no intention of explaining. Before that, we've already rooted out every one of your spies who tried to incite this war and throw Hell into chaos. And just earlier, one of them was the first to shout the order to begin the war. Still don't understand ? You walked right into the trap yourself.
Lemiel : That's impossi…
Something small was darting rapidly between the hanging bodies.
Orias : Bon appétit !
As the angelic souls were fully absorbed into Orias’ body, his overall appearance became sightly more youthful.
Levi, letting Orias continue : A promise must be kept.
Each time, Orias grew younger, from a beautiful boy, to a child, from a child to an infant.
Lemiel, who had been frozen in shock until then, finally snapped back to his senses – but it was already too late.
Levi : We will eliminate the Lemiel Soldiers. This is an order given to *all of us*.
That single proclamation instantly restored the reason of Lucifer and Beel, who had been fighting each other moments before. Only then did the two kings realize just how pointless their clash had been.
Beel : (Right. Now isn't the time for us to be fighting each other.)
The true enemy – the one that had nearly plunged all of Hell into danger – was someone else entirely. The instant Levi said “all of us”, the objectives of the three factions became perfectly aligned.
Bael : From this moment on, the Abyssos-Hades-Paradise Lost allied forces will exterminate the Lemiel Soldiers !! Spread out on both flanks and encircle them !!
Marbas : Move behind the Anyssos and Hades forces !!! Prioritise treating the wounded while cutting off the Lemiel Soldiers’ retreat !!
The devils, no longer enemies, finally found a unified purpose and moved as one.
Beel : Well then, Levi ! I'll let you have the most dramatic moment !
Levi : I don't take orders from those weaker than me.
Lemiel : Do not fall back !! Push forward !!
Before long, the once-massive angelic army was reduced to nothing more than a field of corpses strewn across Hell's soil.
Lemiel was captured. Kneeling before his enemies, Lemiel clawed at the ground at the ground, shedding tears of blood – his scream filled with centuries of resentment.
Lemiel : Ah… godfather… I though this time, I would finally be able to kill that damned Beelzebub…!
Bael : Your Majesty Beelzebub. This one came here with the intent to target you – would it not be fitting for Your Majesty to decide his fate ?
Beel : Hm ? Even if he was targeting me, I don't even remember who this guy is.
Lemiel : …?!
Beel : Feels like I've seen him before, but angels all look pretty much the same, you know.
Lemiel : …You… you… don't tell me… you don't even remember… my godfather ?
Beel : Your godfather ?
Lemiel : …
Beel : Your godfather. Was he pretty ?
Lemiel : !!!!
The enemy Lemiel had never once been able to defeat didn't even remember him, not his godfather.
Lemiel : I WON'T FORGIVE YOUUUU !!
Forgetting even the pain of his torn wings, Lemiel crawled forward, dragging himself as he lunged toward Beel. Or tried to.
Baby Orias, came crawling at incredible speed : Waaah !
Baby Orias sprang up right in front of Lemiel and plunged the small silver knife in his hand deep into the back of Lemiel's neck. As Lemiel clutched the back of his neck neck and collapsed to the side, the baby tore open his chest and slurped up the soul spilling out.
Orias : Burp. [Orias shrink further into a tiny newborn.] Zzz…
Beside Lemiel's life's body, Orias fell into a peaceful sleep.
That was the end of Lemiel, the one who had once made even devils tremble in fear.
Beel, chuckling : Keke, that guy's got quite the appetite, doesn't he ?
Levi : Still hasn't fixed that habit of over eating, I see.
Clicking his tongue, Levi approached and casually lifted Baby Orias by the scruff of his neck with one hand before cradling him in his arms.
Beel : Btw, Levi – you're dressed quite nicely. What's with that outfit ?
Levi : This is the work attire worn by the most competent people on Earth. It suits me perfectly.
Beel : You were definitely quite competent today. But what brought this sudden change to Earth-style clothing.
Levi : That's-...
Beel, cut Levi off and winked as if he understood : It's related to MC, isn't it ? Let's see, then I've got a feeling they're watching this from somewhere right now. [He looked in a certain direction and stopped.] Hey, MC ~ you watching ? We looked pretty cool, didn't we ??
Levi : You didn't do a single cool thing today so what are you talking about ? And stop waving at random places.
Beel : Ah, busted.
Levi : You're not incompetent enough to need me cleaning up the rest of this mess for you, are you ?
Levi stepped back into the coffin and made his way off the battlefield. Lucifer approached Beel.
Lucifer, offering handshake : I'm sorry, Beelzebub. Lemiel Soldiers were targeting you, and I ended up putting both you and Hell in danger. Truly…
Beel cut him off, stomping the ground so hard it caved in y a spam.
Beel, grabbing Lucifer's hand : Damn it ! I was gonna apologize first !! I'm sorry too. [He delivered the apology in a Frank, manly manner.] Honestly, it wasn't much different from our usual fights – but it turned into something like this, that's on me. I can't let something like this make you apologize to me. You came down here for Hell, even throwing yourself away.
Lucifer looked at Beel with slightly surprised expression.
Lucifer : I didn't realize that was how you saw me.
Beel : Like I'd say it for your sake ! I don't like you !
Bael : Your Majesty… your words don't quite line up…
Beel : I don't care, damn it. Lucifer's annoying. I don't like where he came from, and he pisses me off – but still, he's someone I can't help but respect.
Bael : Your Majesty… there are quite a few things mixed in there that shouldn't be said in front of him…
Beel : Like I care ! [Then, to Lucifer.] Just filter it yourself. You know what I mean, right ?
Lucifer's lips curved into a gentle arc. At the rare, broad smile, both Gamigin and Marbas widened their eyes in quiet surprise.
Lucifer : Of course. I'll take it with a grain of salt.
Over the hands clasped between the two kings of Hell, a true sense of peace finally settled in.
[Recap & transcript of the event Story with illustrations] I transcribed most of the dialogues and summarized some descriptions. For those who missed the event or who would like to reread it ♥ Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language.
Recap : Part 2 [5-10] | The other Event Story are linked in section n°4 of the masterlist
Date : April 2026
Context of the story : The King of Paradise Lost, Lucifer, and the King of Abyssos, Beelzebub, who were always on the verge of clashing. Usually, their clashes end in little more than some light growling… but this time, something is different. It escalates into an unprecedented crisis — a war that could completely redraw the map of Hell itself ! To stop this fragile, on-the-brink civil war, you seek out the ‘King of Envy,’ Leviathan, as a last resort. Taking this opportunity, he devises a plan to also subjugate the angel Lemiel and the Lemiel Soldiers — something that had long annoyed him… ‘Since we have a guest from Earth, I shall wear the attire of the most competent person on Earth.’
And what Leviathan chose to wear, was none other than an OL (Office Lady) outfit…?!
The relationship between Lucifer and Beelzebub was maintained in “a subtle tension for quite a long time”. Before getting to the conflict, there were several altercations in recent months. By nature, everything opposes them : Lucifer was calm and serious while Beel was restless and willful. Every time they saw each other, they argued. For example, for no reason, Beel opposed Lucifer’s words or Lucifer pointed out the flaws (calmly and mercilessly) in Beel's decisions.
Kings had always been used to arguing, but the tension between Lucifer and Beel was much colder and heavier than that between anyone else.
Meeting, a few months ago.
Mammon : The angels’ range of appearances is expanding. Now not only Gehenna, but other nations will have to stay on guard.
Levi replied that there was only an idiot like Mammon who didn’t stay on his guard.
Lucifer : Leviathan. Have you not been sleeping properly ?
Levi : What does that have to do with you ? Don't say useless things during the meeting.
Belphie : When have we sat through a meetin’ without runnin’ our mouths about a bunch of nonsense ? Heck, half the time that's most of what we say…
Lucifer : Illness shouldn't worsen. If you've been unable to sleep for some time, you should get medicine prescribed as soon as…
Beel : You really think Levi would take medicine made by an angel ? [The room instantly froze, as if ice water had been poured over everyone. Beel slung an arm around Leviathan beside him.] Am I wrong ?
Mammon : That went too far, Beel. Lucifer is not an angel anymore.
Beel : Ah ? Because he's not just an angel, but a fallen angel ?
The kings held deep hostility toward angels, but even among them, Beel's hatred stood out.
Levi : Don't drag me into your fight, idiot.
Beel : No, no, I'm just stating a fact.
Lucifer, angry but silent, gathered his belongings and prepared to leave.
Lucifer : As long as it isn't medicine I made, I suppose it'll be acceptable. [He looked at Leviathan with a serious expression.] I'll have Marbass send you your medicine soon, Leviathan. And Beelzebub. Listen.
Lucifer spoke solemnly to Beelzebub, who was busy playing with Leviathan's hair.
Lucifer : Leviathan is a king. For the sake of maintaining the balance of this Hell, he must not fall ill. Surely you aren't carrying the title of King without understanding something that basic ? Foolishness harms others. If you need a medicine that raises intelligence, I could attempt to manufacture one.
Then, Lucifer left the room quietly. Similar arguments and tense confrontations came after.
Flashback. Gehenna. A few days earlier.
MC noticed that the devils were on their phones. Even Ppyong had his eyes glued to the screen of his in the middle of the hallway in a palace corridor.
MC : What's everyone so busy watching ? What movie is this ?
Paimon : It's not a movie, MC ~ ! This is happening right nowww ~ !
MC : ??? Beel and Lucifer ?!?! Those two are fighting ?! With their armies ?!
Ppyong : Technically, not yet, aye ! But they're in an incredibly dangerous situation — one step away from clashing !
MC asked if someone could (try) to stop them. Satan arrived, asking what the problem was.
Satan : So that's what all the squealing was about. What, you're scared ? Well, you're human, so maybe this kind of thing is pretty scary. [MC asked why two allies would fight.] Kids grow up by fighting. Keke ! Anyway, don't worry about it too much. What's the worst that could happen ?
Then Satan returns to his office. The devils are mostly relaxed even if the half of Hell might get blown away.
Devils : It's not like it's our nation anyway ~
Paimon : There's nothing we can do about it anyway, so don't stress too muchhh, MC ~
MC eventually returned to his room. They hoped to find someone who could resolve the situation. They spoke out loud and a voice responded :
??? : Hey.
Belphie entered the room to MC’s great surprise. He explained the reason for his unusual behavior :
Belphie : Ah, somethin’ real bothersome came up…
Previous night. In Belphie's bedroom/Beleth’s office.
Belphie was sleeping while Beleth was working. The second in command paused, sensing an unusual smell and he recognized Asmodeus. Beleth clamped a hand over his nose to avoid being exposed to Asmo's seductive scent. Then, he asked the king to come back when Belphie would be awake if his visit was not urgent.
Beleth : Ah, and just so ya know, sendin’ it in writin’ is the quickest and most efficient way to get it handled.
Beleth : (If only His Majesty Asmodeus would head back as soon as possible…)
Belphie : I ain't asleep.
Beleth : (Of all times for him to wake up…!)
Belphie : Y'all are too loud. And that smell's awful. Even if ya came here tryin’ to tempt me, it ain't gonna work. I'm way too sleepy right now.
Asmo : Keke, if you'd let yourself be seduced I'd be delighted, but that's not my top priority today.
Belphie : …?
Asmo : Even someone like you who sleeps all day must know that Lucifer and Beel are on the verge of a large-scale clash at the border between Abyssos and Paradise Lost.
Belphie : Ah… ya, reckon I might've heard somethin’ like that. But it ain't like we can stop ‘em. They'll quit once they wear themselves out fightin’.
Asmo : What if something unfortunate happens before they get tired ?
Belphie : Unfortunate ?
Asmo : Abyssos and Paradise Lost are confronting each other and harming one another. Do you think the angels would simply leave such a perfect opportunity alone ?
Belphie : …Even so, I can't get involved. [Belphie started lying back down again.] Wasn't somethin’ I could deal with to begin with.
Asmo : No. You can solve it. If you go to Solomon's Descendant and repeat exactly what I'm about to tell you… I'll give you a luxurious bed from another world – perfect for enjoying your three favorite things. It's a legendary bed that lets anyone who lies on it experience the ultimate form of sleep. And if you personally deliver my message to Solomon's Descendant and get them to resolve this situation, I'll arrange it so that they can roll around on that bed with you. For that one day, they'll belong entirely to you. Enjoy yourself as much as you like. This time, I'll graciously step aside.
Belphie : … Then why ain't ya handlin’ it yerself ? Don't see why ya'd bother comin’ all the way to someone as lazy as me.
Asmo : Unfortunately, something has come up that requires me to step away for a while.
After giving a few additional instructions, Asmo vanished soon afterward – apparently off to deal with some urgent matter.
Belphie : So yer the one who's gotta fix this mess.
MC : Wait, you're actually helping ??
Belphie : Like I'd bother with somethin’ that annoyin’. Go on and ask Leviathan for help, not me.
MC : Leviathan ? You're saying he can fix this situation.
Belphie : Well, actually… ah, what was it now ? There was somethin’ else I was meant to tell ya. When ya go see Leviathan ya make sure tell him this : “The one who can really fix this mess ain't that always-showin’-off Asmodeus — it's ya.” Don't ya go changin’ a single word. Ya tell him exactly like that. And if ya don't, yer dead.
MC went to Leviathan to repeat Belphie’s words. The air inside Levi's office shifted strangely.
Levi : For once, you've brought me something worth hearing. If there were a king in this Hell second only to me, it would probably be Belphegor. It's reassuring to know that Hell still has some hope besides myself. [Then, Levi turned his head toward a soldier.] Bring Orias to me at once.
Devil : Pardon ? Not Sir Foras ?
Levi : If I have to repeat myself, you'll be hanging by your neck. [The gatekeeper devil ran out of the office in terror.] Now then. I'll resolve this situation using my own method. Watch carefully.
Levi : Before we properly begin, I should dress appropriately for such an important mission. Since we have a guest from Earth, I should wear the attire of “the person who works the hardest on Earth”.
A devil brought back the requested clothes and Levi changed into an 'Office Lady' outfit. There was a note with the clothes : “This is the ultimate combat uniform worn by the most efficient task specialists on Earth.”
Leviathan radiated the aura of a ‘cold, disciplined chief secretary who tolerates not even the smallest mistake”.
The office door opened with a light knock.
Levi : Come in.
Orias : It's been a while… no, it's the first time I'm seeing His Majesty in ‘that state’.
Levi : This is the work uniform worn by the most capable workers on Earth, Orias.
Orias : I didn't ask. Huhu. More importantly, it's unusual for you to summon me first. What's the occasion ? Have you finally decided to give me one of the two this time ?
MC : One of the two ?
Orias : The supreme soul that only His Majesty Leviathan can grant me… or the throne.
Levi : Obviously, neither. [Levi was lenient with Orias, he was not threatening to hang him. Not even give him a warning.] At last, the perfect opportunity to capture the Lemiel Soldiers has arrived.
Orias : Catching the Lemiel Soldiers certainly sounds interesting… but I expected we'd be discussing the conflict between Abyssos and Paradise Lost.
Levi : It is related. Spread the rumor to Heaven that those two are fighting, and that a real civil war is about to break out in Hell. [Leviathan entrusted this mission to Orias because he knew a secret path to Heaven.] If such a rumor spreads in Heaven, the spies operating in Hell will undoubtedly move to stir up the fight between the two even more. We will catch and eliminate every spy who moves then. And when battles break out within Hell, we will directly exterminate Lemiel and the Lemiel Soldiers, who will surely come rushing in to exploit the chaos.
Orias : I understand the plan. In that case… What's the reward ?
Levi : You can indulge in whatever you desire to your heart's content. Just don't touch mine.
Levi allowed Orias to devour the souls of any angels who would fall into the trap in the coming operation.
Heaven.
The next day, Lemiel was overjoyed after hearing the rumors Orias had discreetly spread in Heaven. He looked over the hundreds of combat angels inedible up beneath him. Those angels fought only for Lemiel and constituted a special force feared by devils.
Lemiel : Finally, finally… the time has come to wipe out those filthy bastards ! The moment Beelzebub and Lucifer clash, both sides will be so focused on each other that they won't notice anything else ! We will seize that opening, descend from the heavens like lightning, and rake Beelzebub's head in a single strike. Finally… the reason you were honed through grueling pain, always at the frontlines, fighting with ghostlike ferocity, will manifest in this holy war.
Lemiel : Our Lemiel Soldiers will claim Beelzebub's head and be promised glory and status equal to the Seraphim! God'sightning will judge Hell !
The moment Lemiel finished speaking, the soldiers erupted into cheers and roars, as if they had already won the battle.
Meanwhile, at that moment, in a hidden place that most angels and devils did not even know existed.
Orias : You've been awfully helpful this time as well, for an angel.
Having endured experiences in Heaven as terrible as – if not worse than – Leviathan's, Orias still burned with hatred whenever he faced an angel. Even if that angel was Jophiel, the double agent secretly helping Hell.
Jophiel, smoking : Even if you know the path to Heaven, sneaking alone into Heaven's prison was a dangerous move. Though, it was certainly the perfect place to spread rumors quietly…
Orias : Are you worried about my life ? Coming from an angel ?
Jophiel : Ah, as I grow older, I just can't help sticking my nose into things.
Orias, with a smirk : You know, Mr Angel. Every time I see you, you've got a cigarette hanging from your mouth. Even angels won't live long like that.
Jophiel : Worried about me ? Seems your concern grows with your longevity – quite the meddlesome trait.
Orias : …
Jophiel : Looking at you makes me think I might live quite a long time too.
Orias lost his mask-like smile, turned and immediately went away into the shadows.
Abyssos and Paradise Lost continued their preparations for war. With the brutal war between the two kings approaching, Mammon had not missed the perfect business opportunity to amass an enormous fortune. He had secured the exclusive live broadcast rights for the war and sold weapons to each side.
Version Paradise Lost : the “Widow-Maker” which could hit its target, even a heavily armored vehicle, in one elegant and destructive missile. Paradise Lost had always specialised in healing devils rather than killing them, which meant they desperately needed more firepower.
Version Abyssos : The “Angel-Blender” The same model sold to Paradise Lost (the special edition with a skull emblem and rough, aggressive paint slapped across its exterior).
Bimet : Not only is it perfect for the upcoming battle with Paradise Lost, it'll serve you well in future wars against the angels too. After all, the winner of this war will obviously be Abyssos. So you'll need to think about what comes next… your battles with the angels. And this version packs 200% more firepower than the one we sold to Paradise Lost. Sure, the stability's a bit worse… but recoil shouldn't bother the beasts of Abyssos, should it ? There's nothing better for grinding down the defenses of Lucifer's factions especially when they'll endlessly regenerating.
Devils of Abyssos : Everything you've said makes perfect sense. Very well. We'll pay immediately!
Mammon and Bimet exchanged a silent high-five with their eyes.
Mammon : (War makes money.)
Bimet : (And very good money at that !)
Unlike the blood-soaked tension at the front lines, the ordinary streets of Hell were peaceful, almost carefree. Watching the standoff being broadcast on massive screens, devils laughed and clicked their beer mugs together. For most devils, this situation looked like notching more than a sportive event on a slightly larger scale.
However, as time passed, there were some who instinctively realized that something about this situation was far from normal. They were the powerful 72 Devils who upheld the very foundation of Hell.
In Zagan's room, one of the talismans was trembling violently with an ominous vibration. The yellow talisman slowly began to stain from the edges, turning a chilling Crimson as though it had absorbed blood. Startled, Zagan hurried over and tore it from the wall.
Zagan : … This is…
Over the shadow on the wall where the talisman had been, flickering blood-red letters appeared : “An unusual situation. The Seven nations of Hell may become six or perhaps even five. Prepare yourself.”
Zagan didn't know who had sent the message, but there was one person he suspected.
Zagan : (If this message was truly sent by ‘that person’... then the situation is far more serious than we thought.)
This was not merely a clash of pride. It was the omen of a true “catastrope” that could shatter the balance of Hell.
Gehenna.
At the top of the spire, Leraye was staring down toward the distant borderlands. He almost wanted to doubt what he was seeing. Paradise Lost was deploying weapons never seen before along the front lines, while Abyssos was preparing for war by mobilising even the beast legion led by Naberius.
Leraye : This… doesn't look like a fight that will end just by testing the waters ?
Leraye quickly descended from the high tower to report what he had seen to Satan.
The massive walnut desk that Satan's fist slammed into split cleanly in half and shattered.
Satan : Those crazy bastards !!! [Satan fumed with rage as usual. Beside him stood Belial, who had lost his usual composure and wore a stiff expression.] I thought they were just bickering like idiots, but they're actually going to fight ?! Have they lost their damn minds ?
Belial and Jjyu : Please calm yourself, Your Majesty Satan. If both sides are sincerely preparing for a full-scale war, we must also remain composed and assess the situation more thoroughly.
Satan : (At first, I thought it was just a childish clash pride.) Connect the communications to both of them right now. I'll go there myself if I have to – even if I need to grab those bastards by the collars to stop them ! [Satan grabbed the communication stone but the reply that came back : “Let's meet after this fight is over.”] Those bastards dare ignore my call ?! [Satan's fury exploded, and the objects in the office began shattering to pieces. ] Who the hell gave them permission to kill each other ? Nobody dies until they get smashed by fists ! (At this rate, even Gehenna will be dragged into the war…!)
Belial hurriedly contacted the other 72 Devils in an effort to calm Satan's rage. They could not allow the situation to spiral any further here.
Nifelheim.
Beleth : Your Maj Belphegor. Ya really fixin’ to just lay there like that ? His Majesty Asmodeus came all this way himself, askin’ for help. Means things must be mighty serious, don't they…
Beleth was normally rather deferential toward Belphie. Because of that, he rarely asked for or suggested anything… but this time the situation did not seem ordinary.
Belphie : Ah… what a bother… such a damn bother…
Beleth : That's what ya always say. Ya got anythin’ new to add ?
Belphie : Ughh… guess we just gotta sit tight and watch. Right now it's just those two fightin’, but if I go stickin’ my nose in and it turns into a three-way mess… Now that would be a headache I ain't fixin’ to deal with.
Belphie : But if it really comes down to it… I reckon I'll just swallow that whole battlefield up in darkness. That ought quiet things down.
The ultimate darkness wielded by the Kings of Sloth did not bring peace. It was a power that devoured everything into the abyss – ally and enemy alike.
Beleth : Well… ain't the worst idea, I suppose. But ya can't keep that up forever, can ya ? Feels more like a stopgap than any real solution…
Belphie didn't respond, he had already fallen asleep again.
Paradise Lost.
Marbas to Gamigin who gazed at the distant sky : What are you looking at ?
Gamigin : I don’t kno… I was just wondering if there’s any world without war. But thinking about it, event the sky I’m looking at now belongs to the angels — our enemies. [He let out a faint, bitter laugh] I thought I’d known Lucifer hyung long enough, but this time, I really don’t understand what he’s thinking.
Marbas : I feel the same. That he would be this eager to wage war…
Gamigin : There must be some deeper intention we don’t know about, right ?
Marbas : We can only hope so.
If it was Lucifer’s command, they would rush even into the heart of Heaven without hesitation. But in the face of this abnormal fratricidal conflict, they could not hide their concern. To begin with, they were devils whose primary duty was healing — peaceful by nature. That was why, to Gamigin, Marbas, and the other devils of Paradise Lost, everything unfolding before them felt distant, like a bad dream.
Marbas : We can’t lose.
Abyssos.
Bael : Haah… seriously, ever since that guy showed up, there hasn’t been a single peaceful day…!
Naberius : At first, everyone across the nation was thrilled that he had returned for once, even holding festivals.
Bael : Who would’ve thought that right as the celebration ended, he’d go : “Alright, playtime’s over. Let’s prepare for war !”
Naberius : Even then, I didn’t expect it. I never imagined the opponent in that war would be fellow devils. [He sighed] Honestly, if those two were to clash, I would’ve assumed our side was the one causing trouble.
Bael : Aha. Sounds like there’s been some betting going around on that topic, huh ?
Naberius : …
Bael : Ah, I don’t even know anymore. Either way, it seems something has already begun… Since it’s come to this-...
Naberius : We can’t afford to lose.
Hades. Levi’s castle.
MC was staying in Hades for several days, watching the situation unfold. Over the past few days, events had progressed rapidly. Lucifer and Beel, far from reconciling, were preparing for war with even greater ferocity. In the meantime, the kings of each nation and the 72 Devils moved to secure whatever advantages they could for their own sides. Even so, fearing the fallout from the two kings’ conflict, none of them dared to step in between.
Levi : That fool Satan… just as expected, he tried to stop temp, got worked up, and now he’s talking about whether he should join the war himself.
MC : Satan too ? Absolutely not !!
Levi : He may be an idiot, but he’s not the kind of trash who would go that far. After smashing a few things, he’ll calm down soon enough.
MC : Hey, Levi. I’m not doubting you, but… the plan is going smoothly, right ?
Levi : From what I hear, Lemiel is quite delighted. The timing couldn’t be better, to cook a certain foolish pigeon.
MC : But… What exactly are Lemiel and his soldiers ? In a situation this dangerous, why deal with them first instead of stopping the fight ?
Levi : ….
MC : Ofc, I know this method also contributes to stopping the fight between the two ! I mean — I believe that ? I was just curious about that group called the Lemiel Soldiers…
Levi : You. When you first came to Hell, you encountered a group of self-destructing angels, didn’t you ?
MC : Yeah, I did…
Levi : Like them, there are certain groups of angels that devils would prefer never to encounter. That Lemiel Soldiers are one of them. Angels and devils are fundamentally incompatible. Their natures and desires simply do not align.
Levi : For example, angels are blind and obedient. In contrast, devils are free-spirited and indulgent. Angels fight under the mission of serving God and Heaven, while devils fight to protect their enjoyable lives from interference. However, not all angels are fools. They understand the value of their own lives and fight accordingly.
Levi : But certain groups, like the self destructing angels… and the Lemiel Soldiers are different. Within them, the concept of “defense” does not exist at all. The Lemiel Soldiers continues nothing but relentless offense. When the angel at the front falls, the one behind takes their place — and they repeat that over and over, advancing as they fight. It’s an incredibly reckless method, so at first glance it may seem like a disadvantage for them… However, if angels, each harboring intense hatred toward devils, charge forward blindly while offering up their lives, it becomes the worst kind of killing weapon. Even if their own limbs — or those of their comrades — are torn apart by devils in the process, they won’t even scream.
Levi : It is Lemiel’s doing. He deliberately gathers young angels who have lost their closest siblings or guardians in war, then brainwashes and trains them.
Levi : Because Lemiel himself experienced it. It cannot simply be called unfortunate. This war was started by angels in the first place. If angels suffer because of it, that is not Hell’s fault — but their own.
MC : But the Lemiel Soldiers don’t appear all the time, right ? How can you be sure he’ll show up in this war ?
Levi : That’s because Lemiel’s sole goal, day and night, is to take that fool Beelzebub”s head. There’s no way he’d pass up an opportunity like this.
MC : Lemiel is targeting Beelzebub ? Why ?
Levi : Because the devil who killed the angel closest to him was Beelzebub. [Levi rose from his seat.] We’ve already cast the line, and there’s still a little time before our prey takes the bait… So I’ll indulge you with a story from the past.
