New Schedule Till 18 May
Chapter within 11:50 PM [I.S.T] TO 12:00 [I.S.T.]
I.S.T. is here for Indian Standard Time not International Standard Time.
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Leo appeared back inside the Lucifer Palace, which had been hurriedly cleared out by almost everyone.
They thought he was still inside, furious after scolding the clan heads and yelling at them about how the devil race was falling apart.
Gievn, the sky of the Underworld was still cracked, completely cutting off its connection to Earth.
It wasn't hard for the devils to guess who had caused it after learning of his return.
Though they were desperately coming up with all kinds of wild theories to explain that in itself..
This time, Leo stood in the old throne room.
The new Satans had sealed it long ago to show respect for Lucifer.
The room was heavy with history given by the 72 banners hanging onto the obsidian pillars alongside marble murals of each of the progenitor of the said lineage..
Leo could feel the Lucifer fragment he had received from the system squirming inside him.
But since he wasn't paying attention to it, he couldn't really hear what it was trying to say — not that he cared anyway.
His eyes landed on Zekram, who looked even more beaten and battered than before.
But Leo didn't spare him more than a quick glance.
No, his focus was on Lilith.
He wondered to himself — could these seven broken pieces of meat really be called "alive"?
Technically, yes.
Her body was a mess, but her soul information was still intact.
More importantly, Leo could sense it, a strong amount of something he had come to understand as "luck" tightly wrapped around her.
It was likely the only reason she was still hanging on...
It wasn't hard for Leo to recognize where that strange luck surrounding Lilith was coming from — none other than Runeas herself.
How cruel, Leo thought.
Lilith could have been freed from this miserable state long ago.
There was barely any life left in her body after she gave birth to Rizevim as she was reduced to being as strong as Human mages.
Since then, she had only survived because of the absurd amount of concentrated "luck" Runeas had forced upon her, holding her fragile existence together.
Leo's eyes drifted away from her, settling on Zekram Bael — battered, filthy, and pitiful.
The so-called founder of the current devil society, looked like a withered corpse that refused to die... since it couldn't as first generation devils had very high resilience.
His hair, hung in dirty, sweat-drenched strands over his eyes.
His body was broken in too many places to count, crushed by Ddraig's venting.
Blood had dried at the corners of his mouth, and fresh trails leaked from his nose and forehead.
Yet, he was still breathing.
Pathetic just die already bro..
Leo slowly walked over to him, his footsteps echoing in the hollow chamber.
His hands sat deep in his pockets, his posture loose — almost like he wasn't taking this moment seriously at all.
But in truth, he didn't need to.
He stood over Zekram, staring down at him like he was a bug that had managed to crawl too close.
"Any final words?" Leo asked, his tone flat, uncaring, as if it didn't matter whether the man answered or not.
Zekram's dull eyes flickered for a second.
A weak spark of defiance.
Gathering the last scraps of strength in his broken body, he forced himself to move.
With a twisted grin — if it could even be called that, more like a grimace carved from pure hate — he spat blood at Leo.
But it wasn't just blood.
He laced it with the Power of Destruction's liquid manifestation, forcing it out like a dying beast trying to drag its predator down with it.
Leo didn't even blink.
The blood stopped mid-air, frozen in time as his expanding dragon aura flared silently.
Golden-red energy rippled around him, coiling like a living beast.
It surrounded the blood and smothered the destructive energy inside it like it was nothing but an annoying spark.
Leo's face stayed deadpan, eyes half-lidded with complete disinterest.
Zekram rasped, voice strained and full of spite, "I always hated you…"
Leo answered instantly, voice flat as stone:"Okay.... I don't care."
Shouldn't have asked for the final words they were just cliche..dialogues. leo thought.
Without ceremony, he raised his leg and brought it down hard.
There was a sickening, wet crunch as his heel crashed into Zekram's skull, crushing it against the stone floor like pulp under a boot.
Bone cracked, caved in, and split apart like a shattered eggshell.
Bits of brain matter and blood splattered the floor beneath, mixing with the old stains of past that decorated the throne room.
Leo ground his foot in, twisting it slightly, as if snuffing out a worthless ember.
His gaze shifted from the crushed remains of Zekram to the pitiful form of Lilith.
As he looked at her, Leo tilted his head slightly and called out lazily,
"Oi, Ddraig."
The red dragon, who was busy leaning against the pillar of the Bael clan, pretending to act all nonchalant as if he wasn't paying attention, glanced over.
Bro really thought he could aura farm.
Leo smirked at that thought, then continued, "Say, should I revive her?"
Ddraig's relaxed expression shattered instantly.
His eyes widened in visible confusion, and for a second, he almost slipped off the pillar.
"Eh? Why are you asking me that...?" Ddraig stammered, genuinely caught off guard.
Leo's smile only grew more mischievous,.
He leaned in a little, his voice carrying a teasing edge.
"Did you already forget,?" Leo chuckled. "We're partners, aren't we?"
Ddraig frowned deeper, clearly not comfortable with where this conversation was going.
But Leo's face slowly lost its teasing playfulness, turning serious beneath the weight of the choice in front of him.
"On a serious note," Leo spoke, his tone quieter but sharper, "it is an ethical question."
He flicked his gaze back to Lilith's broken form.
"Should she be freed from this endless suffering and allowed to rest... or should she be brought back into a world that's done nothing but chain her in pain and humiliation for centuries for me to easily manipulate the last remaining first generation devil?"
His eyes darkened for a moment, reflecting on that twisted fate.
"That's the problem. I don't do well with ethical morality questions... i usually just emulate a response.. from experience or go with whatever is my first thought." Leo admitted.
His voice was low, flat but honest.
"Because you see... no matter what I choose, someone will call it evil. So tell me, Ddraig..."
Leo tilted his head again, eyes gleaming with dangerous curiosity.
"Do I set her free?
Or do I chain her back to this hell just so I can use her ?"
Ddraig scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, he watched Leo staring at Lilith with that unreadable expression.
"Honestly speaking," Ddraig finally said, exhaling a puff of smoke from his nostrils, "aside from the fact you're talking about manipulating the last of the first-generation devil... I don't think any of the choices are really evil, y'know?"
Leo's eyes shifted slightly, his interest piqued as he let Ddraig continue.
"I mean it," Ddraig added, leaning off the pillar properly now.
"Whenever I talk to you, you're supposed to be this Satan right? The title alone is supposed to carry the weight of fear, the terror of a tyrant, someone who's the embodiment of the "worst of humanity"..."
He narrowed his eyes a little, genuine curiosity behind them.
"But you... you don't have that air about you... No cruelty just for the sake of it. No madness... No desperate grasping for power for its own sake... You're calm — too calm... I can't tell if you're enlightened or just numb."
Leo snorted lightly at that but said nothing yet.
Ddraig continued, his tone more thoughtful, almost brotherly.
"If you're asking me, partner," he said, rolling his shoulders, "I believe you should revive her."
Leo's eyebrow twitched faintly at the straightforward answer.
Ddraig tapped his finger against his own chest with a faint thud.
"Because regardless of what kind of life she's had until now... I think she'd be happy to finally have the time to begin anew....To choose her own path, for once."
His eyes flicked toward Lilith's fragile form, filled with the weight of old battles, old pain.
"But that's just my opinion, as a dragon," Ddraig said, letting a little smirk return to his face.
"We dragons — we believe death should be at one's own choosing. Not decided for them by fate... or anyone else."
There was a moment of heavy silence between them, the cracked skies of the Underworld dimming the rising false sun overhead.
Leo's smirk returned, soft but thoughtful.
"...Fair point," Leo replied quietly, eyes narrowing just a little. "You said something useful, I guess what they say wisdom with age does apply to you"
Ddraig nodded proud of himself but leo coninued speaking, "...Even if its only for small moments."
This caused Ddraig to collapse into asilwnt rage unable to express his anger....
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