Chapter 27 — Heaven Has Always Ruled Hell
"Are you joking?"
But from the human's eyes, Berial saw no deception.
Those narrowed eyes shimmered with a dangerous light that made even the King of Hell's heart tremble.
In that moment, Berial felt a tangible pressure radiating from this mortal—something no human should possess.
His pupils contracted. He sensed magic power—a force humans should never wield.
If this man had divine blood, it might make sense. But Berial, as Hell's sovereign, could tell at a glance—he was purely human.
This man had shattered divine logic. With a mortal body, he had touched the realm of gods.
Though he now possessed magic, Berial still saw him as pitifully weak. If not for the summoning circle's binding contract, he could crush him with a flick of his hand.
"Heh… how amusing. That guy gave you magic and the summoning circle to call me, and now you're planning to betray him?"
Berial sneered. He hadn't expected that one to empower a human—and succeed.
But why would he do that? Giving magic to mortals only invited trouble. They became harder to control.
"Mr. Berial, allow me to correct you. The magic and summoning circle weren't given to me by that guy. I merely saw two pages of his book, got curious, studied them—and gained magic. Summoning you was a side effect."
Berial was stunned. Was he lying?
No. He could tell the human was telling the truth.
He no longer looked down on him. Instead, he stared in disbelief.
This man had no divine aura. He was born human. No divine lineage. No godly blood.
And yet… he had reached the divine realm.
Gods had tried to grant magic to humans before. The only success came from divine-human offspring.
But this man had done it without divine aid. He had touched the Root—the source of all things.
He had achieved what even gods could not.
In a way, this human had surpassed the gods.
"As for betrayal? I've never worshipped any god. So how could I betray one? On the contrary, they tried to stuff my brain with divine suggestions. I think it's time I returned the favor—and filled their heads with nonsense."
He spoke calmly, almost cheerfully. But Berial felt a chill.
"So, Mr. Berial… what do you say?"
The invitation made Berial fall silent.
He had to think carefully. Was this human truly worth the risk?
If he betrayed Heaven and failed, the consequences would be horrific.
He wouldn't be killed—but he'd wish he were.
But… could he keep enduring this?
He was sick of it.
Was his hatred of the gods merely because they treated him like a slave?
No. There was more.
He had once been the first angel created by God. A being of great glory. Heaven's vice-sovereign. His pride became his sin.
He grew arrogant—so much so that he tried to replace God, leading the dark legions in rebellion.
But he lost. Utterly.
He fled Heaven and became a demon.
Now, as Hell's Demon King, he commanded countless fiends and stood as Heaven's greatest enemy.
Yet even now, he was still under God's control. It was all part of a divine scheme.
He was just a pawn—used to rule Hell from the shadows.
To most gods, he seemed independent. But the old ones knew—he was still Heaven's dog.
And he wasn't even originally a Power Angel. He had his own mythos.
One day, that god invaded and devoured his pantheon, erasing it completely.
In its place rose the mythos of Heaven.
Many others suffered the same fate. Lucifer and other fallen angels had once belonged to different pantheons—until they were forcibly rewritten.
They were transformed into "angels," their memories wiped, and made to serve their false creator.
But the memory-wiping ritual wasn't perfect.
Some, like Berial, recovered their past—and rebelled.
Sadly, they were still toys in a divine game.
Many demons in Hell had once been gods. Not all were turned into angels—some were simply corrupted.
Among the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, several had once been deities.
"So… what's your plan? How do we cooperate?"
Berial's question was his answer.
If a mere human had the courage to defy the gods, how could he—the King of Hell—be a coward?
Had his pride fallen so low?
Was he now less than human?
Ridiculous.
He'd had enough of this endless humiliation. Enough of being a puppet.
It was time to gamble everything.
"Simple. I need you to teach humans forbidden arts and magic. Train them as soldiers. Teach them how to hunt angels—and kill gods."
Berial's face twisted in shock.
"Human soldiers?"
"Yes. I'll grant more people magic."
"But even with magic, humans are bound by their short lifespans. I doubt a few decades is enough to forge an army that can rival Heaven's legions."
Even his own demon armies couldn't match Heaven's forces.
"True. A few decades isn't enough. So—"
Before the human could finish, Berial's expression changed.
He sensed another presence in the hall.
Was it God?
No… not that strong.
Someone was watching this era—from another timeline.
The human sensed it too—and stopped speaking.
Berial didn't hesitate. He unleashed a terrifying force toward the intruder's location.
They must not escape.
Chapter 28 — Can Solomon See the Future?
Brünnhilde had been scouring the Akasha record—and she finally found it.
Deep within the palace, Solomon was performing a mysterious ritual. It looked like a demon summoning.
The complexity of the circle suggested it wasn't for a low-level demon.
It had to be one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
As the circle flared with light, Brünnhilde felt a chilling aura.
Then, from the Hell Gate, emerged a figure that shook her to her core—Berial, King of Hell.
She had considered the possibility, but the odds seemed too low.
Solomon had magic, yes—but compared to mythic beings, he was still weak. How could he summon someone of Berial's caliber?
It was like a peasant summoning a king.
And yet—it happened.
She assumed Berial had been forced to appear. Perhaps by divine command.
But Berial was Heaven's enemy. Why would he obey?
Brünnhilde dug deeper—and discovered the truth.
Berial had never escaped God's control.
His role as Demon King made him a perfect tool for Heaven's dirty work.
But Berial's reaction to Solomon—and their conversation—shattered that theory.
Berial hadn't come by divine order.
He had been summoned by Solomon himself.
What shocked Brünnhilde most was that Solomon had deciphered two pages of a sacred book—and used them to summon Berial.
It was like a pig solving a modern math theorem. Utterly absurd.
And yet—he had done it.
Solomon had successfully recruited Berial.
Which meant… the Seventy-Two Demon Gods would now obey Solomon's command.
"Achoo!"
A sudden sneeze—Gray couldn't hold it in.
The sound echoed through the hall.
Brünnhilde's face paled. She grabbed Gray and tried to flee.
No—wrong move!
They needed to exit the Akasha record immediately.
She summoned the interface, trying to log out like a virtual game.
But it was too late.
Berial's power surged—engulfing them.
It pierced the barrier of time and space, grabbing hold of her.
It wasn't quite a breach—more like a hand pressing through plastic wrap, pinning her in place.
She felt like she was being dragged into deep water, crushed by pressure.
"Oh? Who do we have here? Two demigods using the Akasha system?"
Berial's voice was cold and amused.
Normally, demigods weren't allowed in Akasha. So what were these two doing?
He increased his power. The once-empty space rippled.
Two figures began to appear—transparent silhouettes, like water forming humanoid shapes.
He couldn't see their true forms, but he could guess their origin.
"Valkyries from the Norse pantheon?"
He couldn't pull them fully into this era—but he could trap them in the temporal rift.
His eyes narrowed, gaze turning savage.
Normally, two Valkyries caught in his grip would panic.
One of them—the younger—was indeed terrified.
But the elder remained calm.
Did she have a backup plan?
Was someone else in Akasha?
The Norse chief god? Ready to pull them back?
No matter what—whether they heard the conversation or not—they had to be dealt with.