Lucifer awaited Daytona's first move, observing with absolute focus the sword she was holding, knowing she could attack at any moment, even if it wouldn't be fatal.
Daytona subtly shifted her foot, and suddenly she vanished from Lucifer's sight. He became momentarily lost, trying to find her.
Lucifer looked behind himself at extreme speed and saw Daytona, about to leap and strike from behind at his neck. Lucifer acted first and activated his ability.
— Kami no Sōzō, Third Element, Transversal Wall. — Lucifer summoned a purple wall that completely covered him, preventing Daytona from reaching him.
— Damn… I can't fall for this head-on! — Daytona prepared herself. — Kōken Akakagami, Third Element, Mirrors of Misfortune. — Daytona used her ability, shattering Lucifer's technique. The attack hit him, but caused only a wound on his shoulder.
Daytona landed, crouching low. She used the opening and attempted to strike Lucifer's waist, but he instantly summoned a small blade in his hand and blocked her attack.
Lucifer summoned another blade in his other hand. Daytona sensed the danger, retreated, and struck Lucifer's arm, severing it and making it fall to the ground.
Lucifer analyzed the cut and then looked at Daytona. — Not bad. You're quite experienced… but know this: I'm not even using 10% of my power, girl.
Daytona sighed. — I don't care… Kōken Akakagami, Second Element, Vacuum Point! — Daytona charged at Lucifer again, aiming for his neck.
At an absurd speed, Lucifer blocked the attack once more with the blade in his hand and this time delivered a powerful slap to Daytona's face, sending her flying and crashing into a pillar.
But in the blink of an eye, Daytona appeared once again right in front of Lucifer, extremely suddenly.
— She advanced too fast… but I'm not invulnerable… Kami no Sōzō, Sixth Element, Nefarious. — A portal opened beneath Daytona, and from it emerged chains that bound her completely, immobilizing her.
Lucifer summoned a gigantic purple hammer. — Know this: our little game is only just beginning, girl! — Lucifer smashed the massive hammer directly into Daytona with brutal force, sending her flying an enormous distance, smashing through pillars, ancient structures, until reaching the city, where she crashed into vehicles, struck several demons in her path, collided with and pierced through multiple buildings, finally coming to a stop.
Daytona was severely injured, almost entirely covered in the blood of other demons she had hit while being thrown. Along the way, she had lost her left hand. In her right hand, she still held the Kōken.
Lucifer watched from afar, realizing the devastation caused by throwing her so far, and regretted the state the city was left in.
— Shit… — Lucifer muttered.
Lucifer summoned four pairs of wings on his back. Half of each wing (vertically) was purple, and the other half was a pale yellowish white. Purple representing Creation, and the yellowish white representing the Divine.
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Saravia and Nylon were running through the Ring of Sloth, searching for the passage that would take them to the Ring of Envy. They were moving through the city, looking for the center.
After a long journey, they finally reached the Ring of Gluttony, having passed through Sloth and Envy. Only one path remained.
However… Hawangard watched from afar, unnoticed. — A demon and… Nylon??? — Hawangard couldn't believe her eyes.
As she looked more closely, she realized the angel was indeed Nylon, and the supposed "demon" was the one Raphaella had some kind of connection with.
Saravia stopped and looked at Nylon. — First, we go to the Ring of Wrath. Satan isn't the strongest, but he's the most dangerous demon. We have to help Martin against Satan. Daytona will have to hold on for a while…
Nylon looked at Saravia. — Well, I know a way to get there quickly.
Saravia looked at him, curious. — And what way would that be?
Nylon opened a yellow portal. — Teleportation. It'll take us directly to the Ring of Wrath.
— Then why didn't you do that earlier?? — Saravia asked.
— I was out of energy. I've recovered now. Let's go. — Nylon and Saravia entered the portal he summoned, heading toward the Ring of Wrath.
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(Meanwhile…)
Martin and Satan stood face to face. Martin was already exhausted, while Satan was practically unscathed, as if he had never been touched.
Suddenly, Satan attempted to strike Martin's head, but… his arm was mysteriously severed, a clean and precise cut.
— Kyūkyoku no Ningen, Second Element, Colossal...
Martin seized the opening and delivered a powerful uppercut to Satan's chin. The punch was so strong that it shattered the surrounding area, sending Satan — who weighed around 411 kg — flying several kilometers into the air, completely destroying his jaw.
— This is my chance… — Martin said confidently.
Martin leapt with incredible force, reaching Satan's altitude within seconds. He twisted his body and delivered a direct kick to Satan.
The impact was so powerful that a shockwave echoed throughout all of Setealém, destroying half of the Ring of Wrath and releasing a monstrous vibration across all of Hell. ("Setealém" and "Hell" are considered the same.)
And for the first time in billions of years, Satan felt something real. He felt that with that single kick, there was a chance — however minimal — that he could lose a fight and die. The chance was so small it bordered on impossible, but it was enough to make him feel tension.
Martin's attack created a colossal crater, over 100 km wide and nearly 2 km deep.
Satan stood up, blood now dripping from his mouth. — What kind of punch was that… the strongest I've ever taken in my life… — he thought to himself.
Satan lifted his gaze and saw Saravia and Nylon standing side by side, facing him from a short distance.
— Saravia, go check if Martin is okay and tell him to recover his energy. — Nylon ordered.
— Right. — Saravia obeyed and went to Martin.
Nylon looked at Satan seriously. — Now it's just you and me, demon.
The atmosphere grew heavier with each passing second. Every second felt different. There would be only one winner.
[Nylon vs Satan]
Satan summoned a pair of black wings and prepared his body and fists, while Nylon "calibrated" his Avangard and readied himself.
Satan spread his wings at extreme speed and, in the blink of an eye, flew upward until he was no longer visible.
Nylon looked up, confused, trying to locate him, but dust filled the air, making Satan practically invisible.
Nylon glanced to the side and suddenly Satan appeared at hypersonic speed, attempting a downward punch.
Nylon looked up just in time and narrowly dodged. Satan struck the ground, sending Nylon sliding several meters away.
Nylon got back up, but Satan advanced again immediately, attempting another strike. Nylon reacted quickly — instead of blocking, he severed Satan's right arm, the arm used for the attack.
— Know this: I don't have just one limb!
Satan tried to attack with his left arm, but Nylon grabbed it and attempted to split Satan in half using his Avangard… but failed.
Nylon tried sawing his katana into Satan's waist, but nothing worked. It was like trying to split a rock with a knife.
— How pathetic… is that really all? — Satan's right arm regenerated, and he grabbed Nylon by the hair, lifting him off the ground.
— Little angel, do you really think you can defeat a Capital Sin like me? I'm not like those other Sins you can kill in five strikes. I… am the true nightmare of mankind, of the creation of the one who calls himself King. And you… you look like just another one of his disappointments.
Satan tried to pull his arm free, the one Nylon was gripping. Nylon held on with incredible strength, but Satan broke free through sheer brute force, tearing off Nylon's arm to escape.
Satan charged his attack and delivered a devastating punch to Nylon's face with his left arm. The blow was so powerful that part of Nylon's skull cracked — not shattered, but cracked.
Nylon was sent flying hundreds of meters away. He was extremely dizzy, barely able to keep his head steady. His vision was blurred, making it almost impossible to see clearly.
Satan teleported to him. — So? Gonna do something? — Satan waited for a response.
Nylon, lying on the ground, tried to look at him. — This… isn't over!
— That's what I thought… — Satan flew high into the air, prepared himself, and dove straight down toward Nylon, intending to land a devastating blow.
Just as Satan was about to hit him, Nylon suddenly vanished. Satan slammed into the ground with tremendous force, kicking up massive clouds of dust. He growled in frustration at missing again.
When he looked around, deep, massive cuts appeared all over his body — gashes far too wide to be made by a katana.
When he turned around, he saw her.
Saravia.
Saravia helped Nylon back to his feet. — Are you okay?
— Yeah… I think so… — Nylon replied, standing up. — How's Martin?
— He's fine. Just recovering his energy. He'll be back on the battlefield soon. — Saravia answered.
Satan observed Saravia closely. He noticed she wielded an anchor as a weapon, but it was clearly designed for combat — sharp edges, bladed sections, and a grip that perfectly fit her hands. It was obviously not meant for a ship.
— Ha! What kind of funny sword is that? — Satan laughed.
Saravia sighed. — You're better when you're quiet. Now let's begin… for real.
The air grew heavy. Both sides knew things were about to get much more serious.
That war was only just beginning.