Gabriele stepped forward, eyes glowing with intensity. Her mana surged violently, reacting to the emotions still coursing through her. She had drawn on more power than ever before. In contrast, Castiel was finished. Broken. Defeated.

  "Just end it already," he muttered weakly. The pain had silenced even his screams.

  Knowing when you’ve lost is admirable. Though I doubt Lord Samael would agree. If it had been any other angel, Gabriele might have offered respect. But Castiel? No. He had chosen the easier fight, evading a true challenge. Coward. Her disgust only amplified her strength further.

  Among angels, emotion was more than a fleeting feeling—it was a force. It could fuel miracles or bring ruin. An angel who believed they were weaker than another, and truly felt it, could lose despite being stronger.

  But Gabriele’s mind was clear. Once she learnt she shared talents with Lord Gabriel, defeat became unthinkable. And when she stopped Castiel’s copy within her Divine Territory, the last trace of doubt vanished. All that remained was the burning desire to rise—to stand beside Gabriel himself. Her power responded accordingly, white lightning coursing from her soul, tinged with golden streaks.

  Castiel closed his eyes, prepared to accept his fate. And then, he saw Samael.

  He towered above him, eyes filled with disappointment. "Is this the depth of your talent? Is this all you can do?"

  "I’m sorry, my Lord," Castiel rasped. "My mana’s depleted. I’m broken. I… I've lost."

  Samael sighed, unimpressed. "I had low expectations, yet you still managed to disappoint me. Enjoy your mediocrity."

  He turned and vanished.

  The words ignited something within Castiel, his pride. His once dead confidence jerked back to life. He racked his brain, recalling every technique Uriel had ever used, searching desperately for something—anything to turn the tide.

  Then he found it: a technique that transformed fragments of one’s spirit into mana.

  As he replicated it, a powerful aura erupted from him, forcing Gabriele back. Slowly, he stood.

  "Let’s end this with a bang."

  “You can still stand? I’m impressed.” Gabriele took her fighting stance.

  Condensing every copied ability into a single strike, Castiel surged forward.

  “This is gonna be fun,” Gabriele answered in kind, charging her lightning into her fist.

  They collided.

  "Primus Ultimus!" Castiel roared.

  The impact blasted lightning in all directions, fragmenting her territory. Castiel pushed past every limit, bones snapping, mana cracking.

  But Gabriele did not budge.

  His hand shattered on impact.

  Her fist drove clean through his chest.

  At that moment, Gabriele finally joined the rest of dead-end, surpassing the archangels in skill.

  Castiel collapsed. Her punch had not only ended the fight, but it had also shattered the very fabric of her Divine Territory.

  Cheers erupted. The watching angels roared in triumph for Gabriele.

  The roar of the crowd echoed like a storm, but it felt distant to Gabriele. She smiled faintly, raising her lightning-wreathed fist. I did it. I finally defeated someone stronger than me...

  Her vision blurred, and the world swayed. The lightning fizzled out of her hand as she collapsed.

  A hush spread. Cheers slowed. Concern replaced celebration.

  Samael lowered the cage with a flick of his wrist. Dead-End rushed to her side.

  "Very impressive, Gabriele," he said softly, watching her with something unreadable in his eyes. "You surpassed my expectations."

  Still catching her breath, Gabriele smiled. "Thank you, my Lord. I know if it weren’t for you, I would have lost. For that, I am grateful."

  "There’s no need to thank me, I—"

  He stopped mid-sentence.

  A pain shot through his head, and his vision failed momentarily.

  Samael's hand rose to his temple. His breath caught.

  And then came the blood.

  What just happened?

  A chill ran down his spine.

  Visions assaulted him, fragments of a future soaked in dread. He saw his own hands, stained red. His lips parted in a soft, broken chuckle.

  So, this is my fate.

  He fell to one knee, trembling. What he saw... it terrified him.

  And yet, he accepted it.

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  He rationalised it over and over. But the conclusion was always the same.

  He would have to do something evil to protect those he loved.

  Jophiel approached, concerned. "Are you all right, Samael?"

  He scoffed. If you knew what I was about to do, you wouldn’t ask. "I’m fine. Or I will be."

  "Your nose... is that blood?"

  "It was Lilith. She called me. Violently. This is the first time it’s ever been this intense."

  "Then go," Jophiel urged. "She must be in danger."

  "You know I can’t."

  "I do. But would you let her suffer?"

  Samael hesitated. "Of course not."

  Her words struck deep. Blood-soaked trees flashed in his mind. He shut his eyes and sighed.

  "Then go. Don’t keep her waiting."

  He nodded slowly. "Fine. But... don’t be disappointed by the outcome."

  With those final words, Samael vanished.

  Jophiel froze.

  Those words...Why do they sound familiar? She remembered the last time he said them. A chill ran through her. Without delay, she raced to gather the archangels.

  On Earth, Samael strode through the Garden of Eden, searching for Lilith. Then he heard it.

  Grunts of pleasure.

  His eyes narrowed, and he followed the sound.

  What he saw stopped him cold. An angel was on top of Lilith, and three Fallen angels were watching.

  Lilith's eyes... lifeless.

  “What are you doing?!”

  His shock turned to anger. The divine power he had left on Earth returned in an instant, flooding into him.

  His aura flared. His bloodlust radiated so fiercely that nearby fallen angels began to bleed from the nose.

  His expression turned to stone. Cold. Merciless.

  One of the fallen angels nudged the defiler, pointing at Samael.

  The angel looked back and lost his head in an instant. A concussive shot ripped it clean off.

  The others tried to flee, but a seal appeared beneath them, preventing escape.

  Using telepathic slashes, Samael tore them apart. Slowly. Painfully. It looked quick on the outside, but to the fallen angels, it felt like an eternity. They couldn’t even scream. Death came for them like a slow-burning flame.

  Then came [Genesis Reversal: Wave of Destruction].

  The seals binding Earth and Duadel were annihilated in one go. Every fallen angel within reach of the second seal perished.

  The defiler regenerated.

  "Please... have mercy..."

  Samael didn’t so much as blink. His silence was answer enough.

  The angel struck out of fear. Desperation fuelled his fruitless attack.

  Samael crushed him mid-air with telekinesis.

  "I’m going to make your death as slow as possible," he said coldly. "By the time I’m done, you’ll beg for death. Only then will I send you to the void."

  He began.

  Each death was worse than the last: drowning, burning, freezing, soul-shattering. He revived the angel after every death.

  "No more... please... just kill me..."

  "No.” Samael sighed, “You know, there is a reason I hate getting furious, because when I do…” He approaches the angel. “I can’t stop myself. Don’t waste your time begging, it won’t help you."

  ‘No?’ He questioned. I thought he was an angel, but why do I feel like I’m fighting evil incarnate? Damn him, I’m not going to die here, the angel resolved himself, bringing out his wings, but they were swiftly cut off.

  “You don’t deserve those wings,” Samael said as he lunged forward, slamming a Divine Flash into the angel’s gut. A hole tore through his stomach, the force rippling through his soul, until he exploded apart.

  Samael resurrected the angel again. And again.

  Each time, he beat him to death with a new horror.

  Until the mind cracked. Until screaming became sobbing. Until sobbing became silence.

  This isn’t an angel. This is a monster. I know I messed up, but this is beyond wicked. No angel would do this. The angel thought as Samael continued killing him.

  Samael’s brutality continued, forcing the angel into a desperate decision.

  How could I share a race with this monster? The thought sickened him. His fury surged. I refuse to serve a God who calls this abomination a general.

  The thoughts kept spiralling, taking root deep within him, warping his soul.

  Samael listened, a smirk tugging at his lips.

  The cycle fed on itself, splintering the angel’s mind further.

  Then Samael tore him in half and watched him bleed out.

  As he dies yet again, a dark god appears in his consciousness. “I can give you power, power to kill that monster,” the god said, pointing at Samael, who lunged at him and killed him again.

  “He won’t stop,” the dark god continues, “Not until your mind shatters, not till you lose the will to live. Is that what you want?”

  “Of course not, but I don’t want to be—”

  “Strong,” the dark god snapped. “If you want to die in this pathetic way, then die, but know I tried to help you. Turn your back on the God that created this monster, you’ve already started doubting Him, you need just one last push.”

  The angel thinks about the dark god's words, knowing what accepting his offer meant. As he ponders the choices before him, Samael continues killing him in new, more painful ways.

  The angel weeps and screams in pain, irritating the dark god, who turns his back on the angel and is about to leave. Just before he does, the angel grabs his arm and tells him, “Give me the power to destroy the monster before me.”

  The dark god grins and their spirits fuse, thus a new fallen angel is born.

  His silverish-white hair darkened to a raven black, and his eyes turned from frost blue to a burning crimson, symbolising his change.

  Power erupted from him like a supernova.

  So much strength... I’ve transcended the limits of angels. I will enjoy killing you, Samael!

  Grinning, he lunged.

  But as he closed the gap, Samael vanished, his speed so immense he simply disappeared, only to reappear within striking range.

  The fallen angel’s eyes widened in shock.

  Samael’s hand shot forward, plunging into his chest and yanking out his spirit.

  Purple blood poured from the wound, dripping from Samael’s fingers.

  “Look at your spirit,” Samael glared at it with disgust. “Filthy. As black as your morals.”

  He crushed it without hesitation.

  The fallen angel screamed, writhing on the ground in agony.

  “You idiot,” Samael said, voice dripping with mockery. “I killed you again and again because I wanted you to fall. And you did just like the fool you are.”

  The angel’s eyes widened in shock.

  “Why?!” he gasped.

  Samael scoffed. “‘Why?’ So, I could destroy you. There’s no place in Heaven for trash like you.”

  The fallen angel laughed bitterly. "That’s not your call, it’s Father’s, and He is very forgiving."

  "You call Him Father, but He no longer recognises you. Once fallen, your privileges are revoked. Like my inability to kill you."

  The realisation dawned.

  "So, you made me fall, just so you could execute me?!"

  “Precisely. Now you’re getting it,” Samael said with a grin. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you laughing anymore?”

  “Damn you!” the fallen angel snapped. “You played God! You judged me, twisted me, and manipulated me into falling! You monster!”

  “Me? Monster? Look at poor Lilith over there,” Samael points at her, “You were tasked with protecting her, and yet you took advantage of her, and I’m the monster?

  His smile fades.

  “And don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t manipulate you; you chose to fall.

  His eyes burned with killing intent.

  “Enjoy the void. Endless suffering sounds fitting.”

  The fallen angel trembles in fear as he watches Samael open a hole in creation that pulls every living thing inside.

  “Wait…please! I don’t want to—”

  Samael kicked him into the void mid-sentence.

  The hole snapped shut behind him.

  “Now you can pay for your sins.

  The archangels noticed the disturbance in creation and quickly rushed to Earth.