Boom!
Boom!
Rizevim moved like a literal hurricane, tearing through the room and violently smashing every single piece of furniture into splinters. Chairs were ripped apart, heavy bookshelves were pulled down, and ancient, priceless artefacts were crushed into dust under his boots.
His face was twisted with pure, ugly rage, and his breathing was loud and ragged. The servants standing outside the heavy wooden doors were shaking in absolute terror, trying their best to not even breathe loudly.
"A half-blood!" Rizevim screamed, his voice shaking the entire mansion. "A filthy, disgusting half-blood girl is sitting on the throne of Lucifer! My father's throne!"
To a proud, arrogant man like Rizevim, bloodline was the ultimate law. He was the direct son of the original Lucifer. He carried what he believed to be the purest, most superior devil blood in existence. He had spent his entire life looking down on everyone else as trash.
But today, a girl who was part Fallen Angel had just completely trampled on his pride. She had stripped away his family's ultimate authority right in front of the entire world. And to make it worse, the God of the Bible had claimed her as his granddaughter.
Even though in the past Rizevim didn't care about taking the throne for himself, that didn't mean he would just allow anyone else to step up and take it. It was the classic rule of a spoiled tyrant: I can decide to throw away what is mine, but that doesn't mean you can choose to take it from me.
Roxanne hadn't just claimed a crown; she had completely cut off his connection to the Underworld and stripped away his birthright. For a man who built his entire identity on being the supreme heir of Lucifer, having his status erased by a mixed-blood girl deeply wounded his pride in a way he could never forgive.
"You think you can just take my name and my birthright, you little brat?" Rizevim hissed, his knuckles bleeding from how tightly he was clenching his fists.
He looked out into the cold darkness of the night, his eyes bloodshot with pure malice as a dark, venomous plot formed in his mind. The sheer humiliation was eating him alive from the inside out.
"No, I can't endure this," he growled, the demonic energy around him flaring up violently and shattering the remaining glass panes. "That bitch must die; she must die a gruesome death! Let's see how long you can play Queen when everything starts falling apart around you. If I have to burn the entire Underworld to the ground just to destroy you, I will gladly do it."
Suddenly, a dark magic circle began to glow on the floor behind him. A calm, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows, completely unbothered by the absolute mess in the room.
"My, my, Rizevim. You look like a child who just had his favourite toy stolen," a smooth, calculating voice echoed through the ruined study.
Rizevim spun around, his eyes flashing with raw demonic power as he glared at the intruder. "Shut your mouth before I tear your tongue out! If you came here just to laugh at me, you can die along with that brat!"
The hooded figure only let out a soft chuckle, stepping over the broken pieces of the crystal vase. "Calm down. I am not here to laugh. I am here to offer you exactly what you want. You want Roxanne dead, and I want the balance of the three factions destroyed. It seems we have a common enemy."
Rizevim narrowed his eyes, his breathing finally slowing down as his chaotic thoughts began to align. He didn't trust this person, but right now, he didn't care who he had to hold hands with, as long as it meant seeing Roxanne's blood on the floor.
"The brat has Heaven, the Fallen Angels, and the entire Underworld military protecting her," Rizevim spat, a twisted, ugly grin slowly returning to his face. "So tell me, what is your brilliant plan to bypass all of them?"
The visitor raised a hand from beneath the dark cloak, revealing an ancient, forbidden artefact that pulsed with an eerie, dangerous light.
"We don't need to fight them all at once," the figure whispered venomously. "We just need to create a distraction big enough to draw Yahweh and Azrael away from her side. Once that girl is left entirely alone in her shining new castle, we will strike."
"Ohh, and would you care to explain how you can create a distraction strong enough to hold back two people at the Super Devil class? And what's more, even if you somehow managed to distract those, how could you be sure you could take down that girl?
Although I hate to admit it, that bitch is at my level. And anyone who has managed to step into this realme is no easy foe that can be defeated in a short amount of time. " Rizeviem said as he looked at this hooded figure.
Although Rizeviem is furious at Roxanne, he isn't foolish enough to go with this plan just because someone said it. And this question is also a subtle way of probing the other party's methods.
If this person's method turned out to be nothing more than empty talk, Rizevim would kill them right here on the spot just to vent his frustration.
The hooded figure paused for a moment, then let out a low, chilling laugh that echoed off the broken walls.
"You underestimate the resources at my disposal, Rizevim. To distract Yahweh and Azrael, we do not need to defeat them. We merely need to strike at what they protect," the figure explained, adjusting the dark cloak. " I hear that in the 8th heaven there is a system created by the God of the Bible himself that manages the Christianity faction itself. What would happen if this system were to be suddenly attacked by a being that is no less dangerous than Great Red "
" Wait, you don't – you can unseal that monster " Rizeviem asked in shock and excitement.
"Precisely," the hooded figure replied, the dark aura from the artifact casting long, sinister shadows across the ruined study. "The seals holding Trihexa are not as absolute as the world believes. With the correct sacrifices and enough chaos energy, we can crack open that cage."
Rizevim's heart hammered against his ribs. The pure shock faded, instantly replaced by a wild, maniacal excitement. The Beast of the Apocalypse. The one entity that even the God of the Bible had to sacrifice his full power just to lock away.
If that monster was unleashed upon the world, Heaven and the Fallen Angels wouldn't just be distracted—they would be fighting for their absolute survival. They wouldn't have a single second to spare for a half-blood girl playing Queen in the Underworld.
"Hahaha! Brilliant! Truly brilliant!" Rizevim burst into loud, crazed laughter, his previous frustration completely evaporating.
"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant..." he continued to laugh like a total madman, the sound echoing through the shattered windows of his mansion. As a person who truly loved absolute chaos, he wanted nothing more than to watch the entire world burn. To him, there was no greater pleasure than seeing the looks of pure misery and agony on people's faces. This was the kind of true, ruthless devil he wanted to be.
He walked up to the hooded figure, his eyes gleaming with insane joy. "If Trihexa is set loose, Yahweh will be too busy dying to save his precious granddaughter!"
He clamped a heavy hand onto the figure's shoulder, his sharp devil fangs bared in a terrifying grin.
"Consider me in," Rizevim hissed, the raw malice radiating from his body shaking the very air. "Tell me what you need to break those seals. I want to watch that brat's face twist in despair when she realizes nobody is coming to save her."
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