The destruction of the old Satan Faction II

In the capital of Lucifaad.

At the residence of Beelzebub precisely, Bidleid was in a state of overflowing anger. Despite trying to persuade Rezivim to intervene and even motivating other Satan's children, Lucifer's son instead fled from the battlefield that had been created.

"Damn it!" he shouted, hurling the glass in his hand towards the wall. His voice echoed in the room, creating a tense silence after the outburst of anger. His face reddened, eyes ablaze with the peak of rage.

Bidleid felt his anger burning deeper, creating despair within himself for being trapped in an endless conflict.

Although his emotions peaked, Bidleid realized that he had to find a way out wisely. His heart was still full of anger and frustration, but he realized that acting recklessly would only make everything worse. With a heavy breath, he tried to calm himself down to plan his next steps wisely.

'What should I do now? The remaining six Lucifer families have been defeated by the rebel army and Sirzechs, that arrogant brat! I must make him more desperate than just killing his children!' His mind was filled with evil intent.

However, unbeknownst to him, his residence was already besieged by the rebel army. He sensed a large wave of energy approaching. After suppressing his anger, Bidleid realized that death awaited him at the doorstep.

"However, I refuse to die in a pitiful way!" he said firmly. "You want to fight, Sirzechs? Very well, let's fight for the last time!"

With a firm decision, Bidleid prepared to face his fate with his head held high and the courage burning in his voice.

...

Above the sky of Beelzebub's residence, Bidleid and Sirzechs stood facing each other, the aura of battle tense in the air. Bidleid's face was filled with a mocking smile, while Sirzechs looked at him with a cold and sharp expression.

"Listen, Sirzechs," Bidleid said mockingly, "Do you remember, before the war broke out, how happy the low-caste children were to see you on stage? They admired your piano skills, which they considered as an inspiration."

Sirzechs suppressed the boiling emotions within him, trying to remain calm despite the raging fire in his eyes. He knew exactly what Bidleid meant.

"That's all because of you, isn't it?" Sirzechs hissed with a voice full of hatred. "You who triggered this war, causing countless deaths, including those who admired my piano skills."

Bidleid's mocking smile widened. "Ah, how does it feel, Sirzechs? Knowing that their deaths are all because of me? How amusing this situation is!"

Sirzechs restrained himself from attacking directly, letting his anger be controlled by his wisdom. He knew that Bidleid's emanating hatred was a way to provoke him into acting recklessly.

"Listen well, Bidleid," Sirzechs said with a cold yet authoritative voice, "The deaths of all of them will be a burden you will carry, and I will ensure that you will pay the price for all your crimes."

With those words, the atmosphere around them became even more tense, indicating that the impending battle would witness the blazing vengeance between these two demon rulers.

In an epic battle, Bidleid and Sirzechs faced each other in the sky of Lucifaad, their powers clashing in a series of devastating attacks. Beelzebub's forces around Lucifaad and the remnants of the Lucifer Six Families were also defeated without resistance by the aces (Sirzechs, Ajuka, and Serafall) of the Rebel army, leaving Beelzebub's demon residence open to attack.

As the battle reached its climax in Bidleid's residence sky, both sides unleashed devastating attacks. Bidleid spread his twelve wings in his residence sky and shot out a powerful aura, trying to crush his enemy. However, his attacks were completely ineffective against the aura of destruction unleashed by Sirzechs after he transformed into the incarnation of destruction.

Sirzechs, standing tall before the severely wounded Bidleid, offered one last chance to surrender. His eyes were filled with a mixture of compassion and strong determination, reflecting his desire to end the bloodshed.

"Bidleid, this war doesn't need to continue. You still have a chance to end it now," Sirzechs said with a calm yet authoritative voice.

Bidleid, despite his body being severely injured and bleeding uncontrollably, stared at Sirzechs with unwavering courage. His face was filled with determination and pride, refusing to show any signs of weakness in front of his enemy.

"I will not surrender to you, Sirzechs," Bidleid said with a voice full of strength and determination. "The blood and fury of Satan will always resist you."

With his final words, Bidleid accepted Sirzechs' final scope of destruction. With Bidleid's death, the civil war effectively ended, leaving Lucifaad in ruins and the rebels celebrating their hard-won victory.

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On the other side.

In Zekram's office room, a calm atmosphere enveloped every corner. The mage sat in front of his desk, earnestly perusing the final war report. His face showed a mixture of relief and pride over the success of the anti-Satan faction.

"Well, the plan succeeded albeit difficult, but I'm confident they can handle it," he said with a thin smile adorning his lips, indicating his unwavering belief in the team he led.

Zekram, sitting in a chair behind his desk, smiled satisfactorily in response to the mage's words. His expression reflected the joy over the hard-won victory, albeit not without sacrifices.

"Well then, the last thing we need to do is hold an inauguration ceremony for the four of them," he said firmly, his voice full of decisive determination.

In a room filled with a solemn atmosphere and satisfaction, the two of them planned the next steps to celebrate the victory and affirm the new changes that would occur in the demon society.

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Lucifuge Territory

In Lucifuge's residence, Layla, the wife of Lucifuge Areon, heard the news of the rebel army's victory. The news touched her deeply, and tears uncontrollably flowed down her cheeks. Finally, what her husband, Areon, had fought for all this time had been achieved.

"Darling, how I wish you could be here to see this era of glory," Layla murmured, her voice full of longing and pride. She stared out the window with a vacant look, gently stroking the worn silver locket in her hand.

In that moment, she contemplated the struggle her husband had gone through, and feelings of pride and sadness enveloped her heart. Although Areon could not be there physically, his footsteps and influence were strongly felt in the victory that had been achieved.

On the shores of the calm and emerald-colored lake, Grayfia often found peace in solitude. She enjoyed moments like this, where she could contemplate alone without disturbances from the outside world. This place was her favorite place, where she could find peace that was hard to come by elsewhere.

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