Chapter 122 – The Divine Rule of the Chains of Heaven
The world trembled beneath the thunderous barrage of explosions. Each weapon forged from the earth burst in a flash of blinding light, drowning the battlefield in smoke and roaring impact. Nothing could be seen through the veil of destruction—not even a glimpse of Akira.
With the activation of Wisdom of the People, Akira had summoned hundreds of weapons shaped from sacred earth. Though none were classified as true Noble Phantasms, their destructive potential was terrifying in real combat.
But their power wasn't just in their blades.
Each weapon was enchanted to explode upon contact—triggered like a Broken Phantasm, converting itself into a devastating detonation the moment it met resistance.
Loki had no choice but to focus entirely on defense.
Maintaining magical barriers wasn't a passive act—it demanded active concentration. Even for a god, sustaining that level of control under constant, high-pressure assault wasn't easy.
And that was exactly when the Chains of Heaven moved.
Without warning, the golden chains slithered silently through the smoke—from the earth, from the sky, from every direction. They snaked around Loki's awareness, unnoticed through the chaos he was so focused on resisting.
Down below, Akira stood calmly, his gaze unwavering as he watched the god slowly become encircled.
"If you were a devil… this would've been more troublesome," he said softly. "But unfortunately for you… you're a god, Loki. The Evil God of Norse mythology."
His voice was steady. Detached. But filled with quiet certainty.
The Chains of Heaven were no ordinary Sacred Gear.
They were an anti-divine Noble Phantasm—created not to kill, but to bind. Originally forged to restrain the Divine Beast of Heaven, the chains were designed to suppress divinity itself.
The higher the target's divine rank, the tighter the chains constricted.
And Loki? He was a pure-blooded god. A being of high divinity by definition.
If the difference in power between Akira and Loki had been too wide, the chains might have failed. But that wasn't the case.
Not here. Not now.
Akira's magic was more stable. His control, more refined.
In this moment, Loki had no way to break free.
As the divine explosions still rang out across the sky, a faint sound echoed beneath it—the sharp clinking of chains.
Loki's eyes narrowed.
He finally noticed.
"These chains… You dare bind me? I am a god!"
His voice boomed in outrage.
But the chains didn't stop. They lunged like heavenly serpents, closing in from every direction.
Loki retaliated immediately. Dozens of blue Nordic magic circles sprang to life around him, firing spell after spell. Some chains were blasted away.
But there were too many.
One chain slipped past his defenses and slammed into his shoulder. A flash of gold. A spray of divine blood.
Then it began—the activation of Divine Rule.
Loki's eyes widened in horror as the chain's true effect took hold.
His divine energy was being sealed.
His right arm went numb, refusing to move.
"What… why is my body getting heavier?!"
The chains didn't stop. More wrapped around him, coiling and tightening with every passing second.
Before long, Loki was completely ensnared. Bound from head to toe. He thrashed, roared, cursed—but he couldn't move.
"You bastard! What did you do to me?! How can mere chains hold me like this?!"
Akira stepped forward, his pace slow and deliberate as he approached from the earth below.
"These are no ordinary chains."
He looked up, eyes calm and unshaken.
"They're called the Chains of Heaven. In ancient Mesopotamian myth, they were used by King Gilgamesh to bind the Bull of Heaven—a beast sent by the gods that nearly destroyed Uruk with seven years of famine."
Loki froze.
Then he scoffed.
"Mesopotamia? Don't be ridiculous. That pantheon is extinct. Their belief system is long dead. There's no way any of their relics could still exist!"
In the world of High School DxD, many mythologies still lingered… but others, like Mesopotamia's, had vanished into the void of time.
Even so…
"Whether you believe it or not," Akira said, "doesn't change the reality you're facing now."
"Tch. As if the power of some dead faith could affect a true god like me!"
"Then how do you explain this?"
Akira raised a hand slightly. The golden glow of the chains pulsed in rhythm with Loki's struggling breath.
"You're bound by the very power you claim is meaningless. So tell me, Loki—the Evil God—how does that feel?"
Loki grit his teeth.
He wasn't just angry anymore.
He was scared.
"You can bind me, but you won't kill me! You can't! Neither Odin, nor Sirzechs, nor Ajuka has ever dared to kill me! And you… you won't either!"
His voice shook—not from pride, but desperation.
Because Loki had always held a final card. A threat no one dared challenge.
Fenrir.
The God-Eater Wolf was Loki's masterpiece. His trump card. His monster.
Bound by powerful magical restraints… but bound only by Loki.
If Loki died, those restraints would vanish.
And Fenrir would be unleashed.
A being whose fangs could slay gods. A creature feared even by the Two Heavenly Dragons. If released, it would devour the world in its wrath.
That was the secret behind Loki's survival.
Even after so many crimes, no one touched him.
Because if he died… everything else would die with him.
"You can't kill me," Loki hissed. "If you do, Fenrir will be freed! The world will burn!"
But Akira didn't stop walking.
His expression didn't change.
"I'm not the type of person who gets scared by shadows of the future."
He raised his hand.
"And for beings like you… death is the only mercy I won't give."
The chains tightened.
With a swift pull, they snapped around Loki's head—
And crushed it.
A sharp crack echoed across the sky as divine blood exploded outward.
Bone fragments scattered. The light in Loki's eyes disappeared.
Blood spattered across Akira's cheek, but he didn't blink.
He didn't look away.
He didn't regret it.
In the original timeline, Hyoudou Issei had spared Loki.
The result?
Loki escaped. He created fake versions of the Boosted Gear. He manipulated Rias. He triggered a future crisis where Asia Argento fell into a cursed coma—and entire dimensions had to be reset to fix the damage.
That was the cost of mercy given to the wrong person.
Akira would not make that mistake.
Not again.
Not ever.
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