Nylon was falling into that hole that seemed endless, until a golden glow began to appear at the bottom of the tunnel. He finally emerged from the hole and found himself in a place illuminated in green, with green and golden buildings, countless luxury houses, and vehicles worth millions.
While falling, he tried to use some ability to land more smoothly. He spotted a skyscraper and decided to fall there, but he was going too fast. Then he crashed into it, completely destroying two floors of the building — a truly "triumphant" landing.
— So this is it… the Ring of Greed… — Nylon climbed onto the rubble and looked at the landscape. He spotted a gigantic castle made of gold and diamonds. That was probably where the ruler lived…
Nylon stepped closer to the destroyed edge of the skyscraper and jumped. While falling, he pulled Avangard from its sheath and prepared himself.
As he got close to the ground —
— Avangard, Fifth Element, Velvetal. —
He swung his katana, unleashing a movement that destroyed everything around him. Several buildings collapsed, yet he landed unharmed.
He walked slowly toward the castle as the gazes of other demons emerged from all around. They could feel that Nylon was not a Throne-Class Angel, but an Archangel.
(Meanwhile, inside the Castle…)
A soldier was running desperately, sensing a destructive and angelic threat approaching the Castle. He reached the palace.
— Sir! It's urgent! — the soldier shouted, opening the palace gates in desperation.
— What is it? — Mammon said, sounding irritated.
— Apparently, a being that is most likely an Archangel has invaded the Ring of Greed and is destroying everything! At the moment, we have no Sovereign and no Adversary (demon class) capable of defeating this Angel! — the soldier said, trembling with fear.
Mammon looked at him, then smiled proudly and playfully, as if he had been expecting this for years.
— Haha… an Archangel here? What a surprise…
Mammon, elegant in appearance, wearing a green suit with golden details, a tall man, stood up and left the palace.
— Stay here. Do not move.
Mammon exited the castle, walking calmly and elegantly toward where Nylon was also approaching. They stood face to face — though still at a distance.
— What is an Archangel doing here? Are you the same one who killed Asmodeus? — Mammon asked, placing a golden ring on his ring finger as he began walking toward Nylon.
Nylon prepared Avangard.
— Are you the ruler of this place?
— Yes, that would be me… Mamm—
Before he could even finish his name, Nylon dashed forward with his katana, aiming to slice his head off. Mammon barely managed to dodge in shock, but lost an ear and a lock of his hair.
— Holy sh*t! He's faster than I thought! — Mammon thought to himself, impressed.
— Don't hesitate… — Nylon said.
A deep cut suddenly appeared on Mammon's neck. He placed his hand over the wound and realized he could not regenerate.
He looked at Nylon's katana and realized that the material — gold — prevented demonic regeneration, at least for a while…
— Ha, impressive! Tell me your name, little angel. — Mammon said curiously.
— You do not deserve to know my name, demon. — Nylon replied rudely.
— Avangard, Fourth Element, Demon Hunter. —
Nylon advanced toward Mammon at absurd speed, aiming to decapitate him, but Mammon reacted in time.
— Yōhei no Kami, First Element, Pressure. —
The gravity around them shifted and became extremely heavy. Nylon was hit directly and slammed into the ground with overwhelming force, pinned in place.
— Oops, haha. — Mammon laughed mockingly. — Looks like you won't be getting out of there anytime soon, buddy. This gravitational pressure is as strong as a black hole. To escape it, you'd need to be faster than light and have absurd strength.
Nylon thought to himself.
— Speed of light… What can I do? I know…!
— Avangard, Third Element, Eye of the Heart! —
Nylon propelled himself faster than light with Avangard and pierced Mammon's heart, escaping the gravity.
Mammon dropped to his knees, coughing blood into his hand, staring directly at Nylon.
— What happened? He escaped my gravity? How!? —
Mammon regenerated — something he did not expect, since gold prevents regeneration.
— Huh?
Nylon looked at his own Avangard and muttered to himself.
— I need to improve this… but for now, let's continue.
Mammon stood up and clenched his fists.
— Alright then… let's begin…
Mammon moved behind Nylon to strike his head, but Nylon reacted first and blocked with Avangard. The blow carried gravitational force, hurling Nylon violently into a building wall.
Part of the building collapsed onto Nylon, burying him. Mammon approached.
— Yōhei no Kami, Second Element, Gravitational Field! —
Mammon created a force field above the debris, nearly crushing Nylon.
But Nylon escaped with a powerful leap.
— Avangard, First Element, Seven Atmospheres. —
Nylon unleashed seven vertical slashing strikes toward Mammon. He dodged them, but the attack hit several buildings, causing them to collapse.
(Meanwhile, in Heaven…)
A signal echoed throughout all of Heaven, across its four Rings. It was an order calling all Cherubim and Archangels. Metatron was the first to notice.
Metatron, an Archangel wearing Roman armor with a cape and a black smiling mask with "X" eyes, was walking across an ancient battlefield once used by Seraphim and Demiurges when he felt the signal. It came from Raydillon.
His wings, tentacles of light shaped like wings, began to move violently, teleporting him instantly to Raydillon's throne hall.
— I am listening, my Lord. — Metatron said, kneeling before Raydillon.
Raydillon rose from his throne.
— I did not tell you before, but Raphaella has been causing trouble, and this time she went too far. She helped a demon become stronger. I want you to summon the other six Archangels and the Cherubim, except Raphaella and discuss this immediately.
— Understood, my Lord.
Metatron left the hall and teleported to another chamber, where a large golden table and throne-like chairs stood.
Using his tentacles, he sent a signal across Heaven, a summons. All Archangels and Cherubim were teleported there.
All Archangels were seated, and the Cherubim stood. One was missing, Abel, the Second Archangel.
— All Archangels present… Metatron, Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, Zadkiel, and Loriel. Abel is absent. And the Cherubim, Hawangard, Cherubim of Time, and Adam, Cherubim of the Sun. — Metatron confirmed.
Zadkiel spoke first.
— Well, why were we summoned, Metatron?
— Raydillon ordered this emergency meeting. — Metatron looked at Raphael. — Raphael, your little sister has been acting out… and this time it was serious.
(Metatron explains everything Raphaella did.)
— Damn… that girl again? — Gabriel said thoughtfully. — If she keeps this up, she'll end up like Lucifer. Just a fact.
— I want to end this meeting quickly, so let's get straight to the point. We must capture and imprison Raphaella before she does something worse. We don't know where she is, so everyone, both Cherubim and Archangels, will search. — Metatron continued.
— Am I interrupting something? — someone said while making coffee behind Metatron.
Cain, the most powerful human in existence, appeared. He looked young, yet ancient. His left iris was blue, representing Matter, and his right was red, representing Antimatter. He wore only a cloak and loose pants.
— I don't think capturing and executing her is a good idea. Raphaella is a Cherubim with trillions of years of experience. Punishment, yes — severe punishment. — Cain said calmly.
— Besides, if we banish Raphaella from Heaven just for this, Hell will grow stronger and will most likely create a new Capital Sin — a new Ring of Setealem. That wouldn't be good, would it? — Cain said, sipping his coffee and sitting where Abel should have been.
Metatron stood up.
— Then… shall we capture her and torture her instead?
Hawangard, who had been silent, spoke up.
— Is that really a good idea? She is the fifth most powerful angel in our hierarchy. And I've considered what Cain said…
Everyone looked at her curiously.
— If Raphaella, the fifth most powerful angel, is helping demons grow stronger, that's rebellion. Torturing her alone won't be enough for the SIN she committed.
— Then it's decided. — Metatron said. — Hawangard and Adam, search the four Rings of Heaven: Peace, Humility, Faith, and Honesty. The Archangels will search more unlikely places, such as Earth and possibly Setealem. Use disguises. You are dismissed.
Everyone was teleported back to their locations.
(Back to Nylon vs Mammon)
Mammon looked at the collapsing buildings.
— What a waste. You really have no love for wealth, do you? — he said.
Mammon smiled.
— Tell me… you're an Archangel, aren't you? A normal angel would've died in the first attack.
— I am a Throne-Class Angel. That is all you need to know. — Nylon said as he landed.
Mammon summoned two medium-sized swords made of pure green energy with purple and black details.
— Interesting… first time seeing a Throne-Class. Are they really as powerful as they say? Let's find out. —
His eyes turned black, his irises glowing green.
Nylon advanced, aiming for Mammon's head, but Mammon blocked and repelled the strike, hurling Nylon violently onto a building's roof, destroying it.
— Yōhei no Kami, Third Element, Pulse! —
Mammon slammed Nylon into the ground, forming a small crater.
Nylon stood up, gripping Avangard.
— Alright… let's end this. —
— Avangard, Third Element, Eye of the Heart. —
He unleashed a fatal strike directly into Mammon's chest. It was absolute — even for one of the most powerful demons ever.
Mammon collapsed to his knees.
— I can't regenerate… what now!? —
Nylon approached.
— Your place is even lower, demon. —
Nylon decapitated Mammon and split his body in half.
As Mammon's corpse began to decompose, Nylon headed toward the passage leading to the Ring of Wrath.
(In the Ring of Wrath…)
Satan felt the signal of Mammon's death.
— Huh? Another one? That's strange… I think I'll take a look. —
Satan prepared to leap toward the city, but Martin grabbed his leg mid-jump and slammed him into the ground, opening a small crater.
— Haha! You've got guts, kid. — Satan laughed, standing up.
Martin stepped back.
— Tsc You were trying to run, idiot. — he said bluntly.
(In the Ring of Pride…)
Lucifer walked across an ancient battlefield and felt the signal as well.
— What the f*ck is this? Another King is dead? Impossible… there must be an Archangel here. I'll check it out. —
Suddenly, something fell behind him. When the dust settled, he saw her.
It was Daytona.
Lucifer stared at her.
— That energy… it's very familiar… that face…
Daytona stood before the most powerful demon in history, tense. Her hand gripped Kōken, still sheathed, but ready to strike.