Chapter 121:
The Shadow Realm trembled.
A deep, resounding pulse enveloped and echoed through the darkness, sending ripples across the infinite dark abyss. The very air grew heavy, saturated with a power so potent, so ancient and so absolute. It was no longer just a place of darkness—it was alive, pulsating with Noboru's current fully awakened state's energy.
Noboru stood at the centre of it all. He looked into the distance. His armours cape floating. He was ready
Noboru's form radiated an mix of unholy and holy energy, his power was no longer held back for the first time since he arrived in this time period, his power was no longer contained, His power was no longer supressed. The very fabric of the Shadow Realm bent to his will, the tendrils of the abyss shifting, responding to his presence as if he were their king, their master, their god.
His concubines
Yami the beautiful void queen,
Ayumi the first neko,
and finally his wife Ayame The demon goddess queen
stood at his side, their gazes unwavering, their bodies poised for war.
Across the darkened lightless battlefield, His mothers army stood ready.
Ready to protect him.
Ready to avenge the injustices caused by the angel.
Ready to put a end to this war.
Lucy Morningstar, clad in flowing crimson, sat upon a throne forged of black iron and hellfire she summoned up, her Seven Deadly Sins kneeling before her. Around them, an endless legion of demons, fiends, and creatures banished from existence gathered in silence, awaiting the moment to strike. Ready for her battle speech before the war because
They could feel it.
The approaching presence.
It was distant, but undeniable—a divine radiance, an oppressive force unlike anything else in existence. The celestial legions of Heaven were coming, and with them, the hatred of a god who could not tolerate what he could not control.
A storm of holy fury was about to descend upon them.
The angels were coming.
The full force of heaven was on their way.
But Lucy Morningstar was not afraid.
After all she was Yahweh's direct opposite and they were going to fight in total and absolute darkness.
She had the advantage but even if she didn't if if she had to fight in the holy realm itself she would do it for her children.
She stood, her crimson cloak billowing, her golden eyes surveying her children—not just the Seven Deadly Sins, but all who had been cast away, all who had been shunned, all who had been deemed unworthy by the so-called "God."
She spoke, her voice like silk, yet carrying a weight that commanded undeniable reverence.
"My beloved children, my warriors, my family."
The army listened, their eyes locked onto their queen.
"They are coming. You can feel it. I can feel it. We all can feel it."
A hush fell over the Shadow Realm.
Lucy's lips curled into a soft, knowing smile.
"Heaven marches upon us, bearing banners of righteousness, wielding weapons bathed in holy water, believing themselves to be just. They come not to restore balance, but to erase it."
A murmur of agreement swept through the gathered warriors.
"Why cause it terrifies them."
"I have watched them for eons. I have listened to their words, and I have seen their actions. Tell me, my loves—when has Heaven ever cared for balance? When have they ever sought peace? When has it done anything to help other than maintain it's agenda?"
Her golden eyes gleamed with fire and sorrow.
"They claim to be the keepers of order, but all they have ever done is demand obedience. They silence those who do not bow. They purge those they cannot control. They call us wicked because we refuse to kneel."
The demons growled, their hatred burning anew.
The Seven Deadly Sins clenched their fists, each of them remembering the torments they had suffered, the lives stolen from them, the freedom they were denied.
Greed narrowed her emerald eyes. "They took everything from us."
Wrath bared her fangs, flames curling at her fingertips. "They enslaved our kind, slaughtered our ancestors. And now they dare come for Noboru? Our mother's greatest gift?"
Lust placed a hand over her heart, smiling darkly. "They have only ever known how to destroy what they do not understand."
Gluttony, ever calm, exhaled, her purple eyes flashing. "And we shall make them choke on their own arrogance."
Lucy's voice softened, becoming gentle, warm, maternal.
"My sweet children, I did not carve you from the abyss to live in fear. I did not mold you from the ashes of ruin so that you would tremble before a god who does not love you. I created you to be free. To be happy. To live unlike Yahweh with his angels who were made to enforce his agenda."
A wave of conviction surged through the army.
Lucy stepped forward, her arms outstretched, embracing the darkness itself.
"Heaven does not know love. It knows only control. And tonight, we remind them why they should fear what they cannot own. We will show our love, Our emotion will conquer their obedience and servitude to their god."
The Seven Deadly Sins each placed a hand over their hearts, their devotion absolute.
"For Mother. For Noboru. For all who were cast aside."
"For the freedom we were denied!" the army roared.
The air trembled.
A single presence descended.
Then another.
And another.
The divine light of Heaven pierced the abyss, but it did not banish the darkness—it only made the shadows deeper.
Then, a voice boomed.
"We have arrived. Abomination Father won't need to handle. We will not let you corrupt him with your presence. Say your prayers for we have come to purge" said Michael, the Blade of Heaven, stepped forward, his divine sword gleaming with radiant fury.
Behind him, Gabriel, his flail resting at his side, eyes sharp with resolve.
Raphael, his scythe glinting, his expression unreadable.
Camael, his twin blades humming with celestial power.
Azrael, his axe resting against his shoulder, a solemn frown upon his face.
And last, Uriel—Yahweh's first daughter, her golden spear clutched tightly in her hands. Her hands were shaking she did not want to do it. She always was soft but her father demanded it so she must.
The armies of Heaven stood behind them, shimmering, their weapons ready.
The Shadow Realm was silent.
But Lucy's forces were there.
Hidden.
Waiting.
The war had begun.