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She tempted the devil

The throne of hell has been long contested by Lucifer and Satan .Both had their era that they ruled. Lucifer ruled at the beginning of human history and Satan ruled till the end of world war 1 and 2. The prestigious title of the Devil was only shared between these two brothers,who were actually twins and were sometimes mistaken as one entity. Lucifer was the demon of pride and Satan, the demon of wrath.Both were powerful so they had every right to rule the empire of demons. Well,everything was rosy until the demons make a declaration .Pride and wrath were no longer the sins that ruled the world,lust was.Yes, the demons wanted Asmodeus, the youngest prince of hell to take the throne. But wait,did they expect Lucifer to swallow his pride or Satan to act like he was not enraged by their demand. Asmodeus,the MC was definitely not into the whole becoming the Devil thing but Lucifer offers him the throne in return for a soul.The soul of the only one not corrupted by Asmodeus' lust which the dominated world at that moment.He is not interested in the throne but is moved by the challenge. Who is that mortal,who dared tempt the devil.She is Maria, an innocent young virgin lady who decided to live a celibate life .Oh that decision would never hold,hell no,not with the god of lust around.

MBU_Overlord_6594 · Fantasy
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141 Chs

Carnage

Back in the warehouse, Uriel and Chris stood amidst the dimly lit surroundings, the air thick with tension. Uriel's piercing gaze locked onto Chris as they engaged in a conversation.They stood amidst the eerie silence, their conversation flowing like a gentle stream.

"Do know why Samson is after you, Chris?" Uriel asked, his piercing gaze boring into Chris's soul.

Chris shrugged, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "I have no idea. I'm just a detective, how can I be his target."

Uriel's expression turned solemn, his voice low and mysterious. "You're more than that, Chris. You're filled with the Grace of God."

Chris's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "What do you mean? I'm not even a regular churchgoer due to my work."

Uriel's gaze never wavered. "The Grace of God is not reserved for the pious, Chris. It's given to those with a pure heart, and you, my friend, possess that quality. Any weapon you wield becomes fatal to demons and even the Fallen Angel Belzebub."

Chris's mind reeled as the revelation sank in. "But why would Belzebub want me dead?"

Uriel's eyes flashed with intensity. "Because you almost killed him with a single shot to the neck. He sees you as his greatest threat, Chris."

As they continued their discussion, Uriel's head suddenly snapped towards the door, his eyes fixed on something invisible to Chris.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked, his voice laced with concern.

Before Uriel could respond, a sniper bullet pierced the glass window and struck him right in the head. The door burst open followed with the discharge of a smoke bomb.A grenade then rolled in, aimed at Uriel.

With supernatural reflexes, he stepped on the grenade, delaying its explosion. Almost suddenly, a machine gun emerged from the smoke, firing non-stop flesh-ripping bullets at him.Uriel's leg was forced off the grenade, and it exploded with a deafening blast.

The force of the explosion sent what was left of Uriel's body flying across the warehouse floor, already stained with his blood. Chris's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the attempted assassination of the Archangel which could only be described as an overkill.

Samson, the one who had unleashed the carnage, stepped into the warehouse, his eyes fixed on Chris. "Hi, you must be Chris. Sorry for barging in like this, but I had to meet the mortal who almost got me killed."

Chris's mind raced with fear and confusion as he stared at the man who had just brutally attacked Uriel. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to survive this encounter.

The warehouse was now a battleground, the air thick with tension and the smell of smoke and blood.

Chris's heart raced as he tried to process the sequence of events that had just unfolded. He knew he had to stay focused if he wanted to make it out alive.

Samson turned away from Chris and walked up to Mrs. Deli's time-frozen body. He touched her and chanted a spell, breaking the divine hold Uriel had placed on her. The spell shattered the invisible shackles that had kept her frozen in place.She snapped back to life, her eyes flashing with a mix of confusion and anger.

Next, Samson walked up to Herodias's body, which clearly showed that Uriel had given her a clean shot in the mouth, blowing a hole through the back of her neck.

He shook her vigorously, as if trying to rouse her from a deep slumber. "Come on, wake up! I know it's going to take more than a close headshot to kill my Herodias," he said with a smirk.

Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped for air as Samson smiled. "Show off, did you really need your boss to get here before you chose to defy death?"

Chris felt overwhelmed, witnessing Samson's ability to motivate Herodias back to life. How was he supposed to beat someone like that?

Just then, Salome appeared through the door. Samson turned to her and said, "You know what to do now." She turned to Chris and began to sing her enchanting song, attempting to hypnotize him. But Chris was no fool; he let out a chuckle before shooting her in the neck, hitting her voice box. She coughed out blood, her singing silenced.

As Chris turned to point his gun at Samson, he realized Mrs. Deli was nowhere to be seen. Before he could ask where she went, she struck him on the head with the handle of her dagger, knocking him out cold. Samson ordered Herodias and Salome to pick Chris up and leave, as he finished off Uriel, who was miraculously rising to his feet, his body piecing itself back together.

Salome pulled out the bullet from her throat before helping her mother, Herodias, stand on her feet. They left as Mrs. Deli followed from behind, her eyes fixed on Chris's unconscious body with a sinister intent.

Samson then grabbed his massive machine gun and pointed it at Uriel, ready to destroy his vessel until there was nothing left for Uriel to piece back together.

The warehouse was now a battleground, the air thick with tension and the smell of smoke and blood.As Chris's unconscious body was whisked away, it was clear that he was a pawn in a much larger game.

Uriel, though wounded, still stood, his eyes fixed on Samson with a fierce determination. The stage was set for a final showdown, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.