The sky above Kuoh City was completely shrouded in a dense, violet mist. The streets, which would normally be bustling with students and civilians coming and going, now resembled an abandoned nightmare scene. No sound of cars, no murmur of human voices…
Rezevim Livan Lucifer floated leisurely above the city, his demonic wings spread in all their majesty, a lazy smile forming on his face.
"Haa… what a strangely charming situation."
He crossed his arms, looking down as though observing a broken toy:"I only wanted to have a little fun, and suddenly the stage is empty. How inconsiderate…"
Beside him, Euclid Lucifuge hovered with a tense expression, his eyes scanning the deserted streets and silent alleys.
"This is… impossible. The purple mist appeared out of nowhere, and… even our Super Devils have vanished. I can't sense a single one of them, nor any human. Was this the work of Chaldea?"
Rezevim let out a low, amused laugh, as if the absurdity of it all were fine entertainment.
"Euclid, Euclid… always so serious. Maybe everyone decided to have a dimensional picnic without inviting us."
"This is no time for jokes, Lord Rezevim…" Euclid's eyes flashed coldly. "All our plans to attack every faction were predicted? Only that could explain such a rapid response. And the purple mist… I believe it's Dimension Lost. But to engulf the entire world—who on earth is its wielder?"
Rezevim gave a lazy sigh, resting a hand on his chin as he gazed at the mist-tinted horizon. The crimson glow in his eyes flickered between boredom and curiosity.
"Hmm… Dimension Lost, is it? How nostalgic. How long has it been since I last saw that little wonder in action? Ah, the good old days when people had the decency to use forbidden artifacts to spread chaos, not… hide the entire world."
He let out a soft, low, sarcastic chuckle—the kind that sounded more like mockery than genuine reaction.
"But you're right, Euclid. Someone is moving very fast. Too fast, if I may say so. I'd barely announced the first act of the play, and they're already trying to tear down the stage. Such poor manners… truly, today's heroes don't know how to wait for the main villain's entrance."
Euclid kept his icy expression.
"If it really is Chaldea, they've foreseen every single one of our moves from the start. That level of precision would only be possible if someone on our side were feeding them information."
"Ah, classic conspiracy paranoia." Rezevim replied, amused, giving a light laugh. "You talk as though betrayal weren't the inevitable spice of any grand plan. Honestly, Euclid, you should relax more. A little unexpected chaos makes everything… tastier. And we don't have traitors on our side—we only have experiments as subordinates…"
"What about the Hindu Gods?" Euclid countered, his voice calm but edged like a blade.
Rezevim let out a short, genuine laugh at his brother's suggestion. His smile widened—lazy and sharp, like someone who'd just heard a great joke.
"The Hindu Gods, you say?" He shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping. "Ah, my dear Euclid… No, no… this has a more refined touch. Something… personal, perhaps."
The tip of one black wing twitched, slicing lightly through the air. Rezevim gazed down at the emptiness below and continued in that amused, almost blasé tone.
"But I must admit… this is getting more and more interesting. It's been a long time since the world surprised me like this."
Then the air shifted.
The space above them warped for an instant, and a figure calmly materialized, floating dozens of meters in front of them.
Kazuya.
Hands in his pockets, posture relaxed, expression faintly bored. His eyes reflected the scene below as if none of it were worth worrying about.
The breeze ruffled his white hair.
Rezevim raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into an almost delighted smile.
"Ohh~… well, look at this."
He spread his arms like a host welcoming a distinguished guest.
"Ryougi Kazuya himself—the strongest man in humanity—honoring me with his presence. What a rare privilege! Or should I call you… Lord of Chaldea?"
Kazuya rested his gaze on him, the same lazy, uninterested look of someone dragged away from a warm coffee to deal with a trivial nuisance.
"…Ah, just call me the Most Honored Under Heaven and Earth. I think that fits better." His voice was light, almost casual:"I was wondering which idiot thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the humanity under my protection."
Rezevim kept smiling.
"'Mess' is a rather rude word, don't you think? I prefer to call it cosmic entertainment. But I must say, seeing you in person is far more pleasant than the stories."
Kazuya rolled his neck slowly, bones cracking with a dry snap. The motion looked more like laziness than threat.
"Yeah, I've heard stories about you too." He gave a half-smirk, mocking. "They say you're clever, funny, and… completely insane. So far, only one out of three is accurate."
Rezevim let out a low, genuine laugh.
"Ah, they say you're the strongest human alive, yet I don't sense a shred of magical energy from you. So I suppose we're even on that front…"
He continued laughing softly—that melodic, irritating laugh that sounded more like a bored aristocrat than a high-class devil.
Kazuya, meanwhile, just yawned loudly enough to make it provocative.
"You talk too much for someone who thinks he understands what's going on."
He adjusted the collar of his coat without even looking at them directly.
"But I get it—old people love hearing their own voice. Immortality boredom, right?"
Rezevim placed a hand over his chest, pretending to be wounded.
"Oh, how rude~. I've heard that kind of insolence before, but usually from heroes who scream right before they die…"
Kazuya smirked sideways.
"You, kill me? Please… Even if you gathered your entire army of Super Devils and every supernatural creature in this world, I'd beat you all in ten seconds with both arms broken, no legs, and blindfolded. Don't forget the blindfold."
The dry response drew another amused laugh from Rezevim.
"Magnificent! You're exactly as advertised—arrogant, infuriatingly calm, and still… dangerous. What a wonderful combination."
Meanwhile, Euclid remained motionless beside him, watching the scene with cold eyes.
On the outside, he maintained the composure of a true Lucifuge.
But inside… his blood was boiling.
That bastard.
The memory was vivid—his sister Grayfia, fallen, her face half-destroyed after her clash with Kazuya.
And now the man responsible was floating right in front of him, with that damn carefree attitude.
Euclid clenched his fists.
"Ryougi Kazuya…" His voice was low and restrained. "You truly feel no remorse for what you did? For the humiliation you brought upon my family?"
Kazuya finally looked at him, his blue eyes flashing for a moment—serene, yet merciless.
"Humiliation?" He blinked, as if trying to recall. "Ah, you mean your sister? Relax. I just returned what she tried to do to me. Let's be honest—you lot are a bunch of masochists. You love playing with fire, then act shocked when your face gets burned."
The words were calm, but the venom behind them was unmistakable.
The air crackled with a sudden surge of magic.
Euclid completely lost control. His pupils narrowed, and the studied calm of a Lucifuge shattered into pure rage. Demonic energy gathered around him.
"Shut your mouth!!"
A black explosion descended upon Kazuya like a living blade, warping space itself.
Kazuya just sighed.
"Ah, great… here comes the family drama."
Without even taking his hands out of his pockets, he tilted slightly to the side—and the demonic beam shot straight past him, splitting the sky in two for a few moments. The shockwave was so intense it turned the buildings below to dust.
Before Euclid could react, Kazuya was suddenly right in front of him—one moment nonexistent, the next close enough for Euclid to feel his breath.
CRACK!
A perfect kick slammed into Euclid's stomach, folding him in half before hurling him into the ground. The impact echoed through the empty city, shattering windows and making the air vibrate.
"Hey, easy," Kazuya said, floating slowly as he watched the newly formed crater. "We were just talking. You really do have a short fuse, huh?"
Euclid roared, emerging from the dust. His cloak was torn, blood dripped from his mouth, and his eyes shook with hatred and humiliation. He raised a hand—dozens of supreme-tier magic circles appeared around him.
"You'll pay for this!"
Demonic spheres fired like artillery shells.
Kazuya just sighed again.
"I warned you."
The air around him shimmered for an instant—and every spell, every single one, disintegrated before it could touch him, as if the very concept of energy had been denied.
Kazuya stepped forward in an almost lazy motion, expression indifferent.
His fist sank into Euclid's face.
The impact spun the Lucifuge's body in mid-air before another blow—a sideways kick—sent him rocketing through the rubble like a projectile.
Rezevim, watching the scene with the calm of someone enjoying a theater play, let out an amused chuckle.
"Oh… that was almost too quick. Euclid, my dear, I expected more from you. Losing it over such cheap provocation… how disappointing."
Kazuya hovered in place, adjusting his coat. "Yeah. Thought the brain came with the family name."
He glanced down at Euclid struggling to rise amid the dust.
In the blink of an eye, Kazuya vanished and reappeared right behind him, grabbing him by the collar.
"But hey… at least this confirmed one thing." He lifted Euclid into the air, smiling. "You really don't learn."
The next punch broke through Euclid's guard and buried itself in his stomach, launching him skyward with a shockwave that cracked the ground below. The Lucifuge spat blood, his body completely limp.
That was when Rezevim finally intervened.
He caught Euclid mid-air, holding him gently by the shoulder.
"That's quite enough, my dear brother." Rezevim smiled, eyes glinting with irony and genuine amusement. "If we keep going, you'll break the toy before the climax."
Kazuya fell silent for a moment.
He looked at Rezevim and Euclid with the same apathetic expression of someone about to turn off the TV because the show got boring.
"…No point wasting more time. Guess I'll have to be the anticlimax," he muttered, rolling his neck again, bones cracking dryly in the still air. Then he mocked them both: "Climax? That'd only happen if I let you keep going. Two clowns—one with a god complex, the other with a revenge fetish. Not worth my time."
Rezevim raised an eyebrow, a curious smile crossing his face.
"Oh? Ending the show before the second act, Ryougi Kazuya?"
Kazuya sighed—and for a brief instant, his presence seemed to fold the space around him. The energy particles in the atmosphere stirred, drawn to him as though the universe had suddenly remembered who sat at the top of the cosmic food chain.
He slowly raised his right hand, the motion as simple as it was inevitable.
"You two are just footnotes in a book that's already over. So… goodbye."
His index finger pointed straight at them.
Rezevim instinctively took half a step back. Ancient instincts—those that came before thought—screamed in absolute panic.
And then the world stopped.
Magical energy began condensing at Kazuya's fingertip. At first it was just a faint purple glow… but in fractions of a second it became something far beyond human comprehension.
The air folded. Light bent. The fabric of space-time compressed as though a singularity were being born right there. Atoms spontaneously disintegrated, unable to withstand an energy density that surpassed all known scales.
A tiny violet sphere formed—no bigger than a coin—but what emanated from it did not belong to this universe. Every released photon vibrated at unstable quantum frequencies, disintegrating matter before contact.
The compression was so extreme that, theoretically, its energy density exceeded that of a collapsing star. The air turned to plasma, and the local gravitational field warped light as if a black hole were being created.
Rezevim's eyes widened, and for the first time in ages, his smile vanished.
Before he could even twitch a finger, the shot was fired.
ZWHAM!
The beam didn't travel through the air—it replaced it.
In an instant, space itself was obliterated in a straight line. A pure lance of violet magical energy carrying conceptual annihilation of everything it touched, moving at the speed of light.
The impact made no sound, no explosion—because sound never had the chance to exist.
The horizon was swallowed by a luminous violet wall.
The entire Kuoh region vanished in a brief, absolute flash, and the sky itself seemed to tear.
When the light finally faded, only silence remained.
No Rezevim. No Euclid. No air. No dust. Nothing.
Just a perfectly spherical crater where a chunk of reality had been cleanly excised from the universe.
Kazuya slowly lowered his hand, gazing at the emptiness left behind.
"…And that's why I hate wasting time on villains who talk too much. Though, now that I think about it, it's a bit hypocritical of me—I also tend to ramble before a fight. Guess I'm pretty hard to understand myself, huh?"
He let out a sigh.
Then, without another word, he turned his back and vanished as if he'd never been there.
Despite the anticlimactic ending, that was indeed the conclusion of the war between Chaldea and Rezevim.
In the end, Rezevim never stood a chance.
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(A/N: Hey, everyone! 😎 So… yes, that's exactly what you read: Rezevim and Euclid had less chance than an insect under a table slap. And Kazuya? Well, he basically looked at the world, yawned, and said: "Okay, so when does the hard mode start?"
I confess I sped up the final battle, not because I didn't enjoy writing every detail (I love a good destructive power showcase), but honestly, for the power level of the servants and Kazuya, the DxD world is like that initial tutorial in a video game: you learn the basics, but the real fun hasn't even started yet.
Now, the war against Chaldea is officially over. But hold on, we're not throwing in the towel just yet… because the ExE Gods are next in line. I'm not sure if I should write about them in such depth — what do you think?
The Tensura world will be written in full detail, and after that, I believe I'll send Kazuya into the Marvel and DC universes.
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