19 Yahweh And Satans End - 2

Suddenly, just as Lucifer moved to attack Yahweh, a piercing pain shot through Yahweh's chest, causing him to cough up blood uncontrollably. His eyes widened in shock as he looked around, only to see a hand piercing through his chest, tearing out his divine core.

"Riz... Rizevim," Yahweh managed to utter weakly before the hand withdrew, ripping out his divine core in the process.

"Hello, Grandfather," Rizevim exclaimed triumphantly, watching Yahweh's body fall and his soul dissipate into nothingness.

Storing the divine core and the body in his storage ring, Rizevim glanced at the silent battlefield.

Hello, Father," Rizevim said, glancing at Lucifer with a glint in his eyes.

Lucifer, sensing uncertainty in his son's demeanor, responded, "So what now? Are you here to kill me too?"

"Well, why not? I mean, it runs in the family to try to kill your father. Don't look at me like I betrayed you. At least Devils will not be engaged in this pointless pursuit. And Mother won't have to suffer just to create those low-born weaklings," Rizevim said as he slowly walked towards Lucifer.

Lucifer immediately pulled out his weapon to attack Rizevim, but Rizevim disappeared, and he felt a piercing pain in his chest as he started coughing blood uncontrollably. He looked around and saw a hand pierced through his chest, ripping out his heart.

As Lucifer's body fell, life faded away, marking the end of Yahweh and the Satans.

Rizevim collected the bodies of all the Satans, his gaze lingering on each fallen figure with a mixture of triumph and remorse. With careful movements, he gathered them one by one, their once formidable forms now limp and lifeless. As he approached the fallen beast, the Emperor Beast of the Apocalypse, he felt a shiver run down his spine. This creature, once a symbol of untold power and destruction, now lay subdued and defeated. Yet, despite its defeat, Rizevim recognized the potential it held. With a determined expression, he reached out and retrieved the massive body of the beast, storing it alongside the fallen Satans.

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In the aftermath of the tumultuous battle, Rizevim returned to his castle, his mind heavy with the weight of recent events. As he materialized before Angelica, her startled reaction was a testament to the gravity of his presence.

"Angelica, inform Zekram and the others that the Satans and the God have fallen. It is imperative that we cease hostilities, and command the higher ups to meet me in 10 days at Lucifer Castle." Rizevim commanded, his voice echoing with authority. "Furthermore, convey to Zekram that he is to meet with me, along with his descendant Vanalena Gremory and her husband, in ten days' time."

With a nod from Angelica, Rizevim vanished from her sight, his thoughts consumed by the challenges that lay ahead.

Rizevim let out a long sigh of relief as he reclined on his bed. The chaos had finally subsided, affording him ample time to focus on his plans for the future. As he gazed up at the ceiling, his mind buzzed with ideas and strategies, each one more intricate than the last. He knew that with the Satans and the God now out of the picture, a new era was dawning, and he intended to seize every opportunity it presented.

Stretching out comfortably, Rizevim mulled over the events of the past days. The battle had been fierce, the stakes high, but ultimately, he had emerged victorious. Now, with the dust settling, he could turn his attention to rebuilding and reshaping the underworld according to his vision.

However, amidst the calm, a nagging thought tugged at the back of his mind. Despite his triumph, there were still loose ends to tie up, loose threads that threatened to unravel his carefully woven plans. With a determined frown, Rizevim resolved to address them swiftly and decisively, lest they come back to haunt him in the future.

But for now, he allowed himself a moment of respite, a moment to bask in the quietude of his chambers, knowing full well that the calm was but a precursor to the storm that lay ahead.