As the gate opened, Ryoka became alert. The massive gates opened completely, yet no one was in sight. Ryoka moved slowly toward the great palace doors, which opened automatically as well. Already sensing something wrong, Ryoka suddenly transformed.
Upon the mighty throne, he saw Satan himself.
Satan smiled and said,"Welcome… welcome, little test subject."
Ryoka replied coldly,"Test subject? I'm here to take the Archheaven Key. Hand it over, and you'll live."
Satan laughed."Nice joke, but I don't have time to laugh. Escarath—bring his parents here. Now."
Ryoka snapped back,"Escarath? He's my devil power. He can't be controlled by you. Don't speak nonsense."
Satan smirked."Oh, I almost forgot. Your Majesty… the so-called Chosen One. The final messenger, right?"He continued mockingly,"Here is the key to Archheaven. Do you really think a mere mortal like you would be chosen by an Archangel? Pathetic."
Ryoka froze.
"You still don't understand, human," Satan continued. "Escarath is my right-hand man. Everything you heard from him was a lie. Didn't you find it suspicious that the so-called angel within your heart never spoke at all?"
Ryoka's heart sank.
"Sanctious is my left-hand man. Everything—down to the very last word you heard—was a lie."
Ryoka collapsed in shock as his powers vanished completely. Realizing he had fallen into a trap, despair consumed him. As Satan brought Ryoka's parents into the castle, he tortured their souls until Ryoka finally gave up. Broken and defeated, Ryoka eventually became Satan's slave.
Satan's plan succeeded—a plan that turned a human into a complete devil.
A Millennia Earlier — The First War
Thousands of years earlier, the first war between Heaven and Hell erupted. The war was devastating on both sides. Satan and God lost countless devils and angels.
Among the angels was a small family, including a child, who were targeted by devils. The parents sacrificed themselves to save their child. Believing Earth was safer, they sent the child there, knowing angels could camouflage themselves within humans.
That child's name was Michael.
Michael was traumatized by witnessing his parents' deaths. Now over a hundred years old and still far from mastering his angelic powers, Michael lived with regret and rage. He desired revenge against Satan, but he lacked knowledge of the rituals or the key to Hell.
Then he heard rumors of Satan kidnapping humans and turning them into test subjects.
Michael realized this was his chance.
For years, he lived in despair, hiding his wings and halo while waiting for Escarath and Sanctious to appear.
One day, while Michael was riding a roller coaster, a nearby stranger asked,"Do you ever feel cursed, Michael?"
Michael thought to himself, Is this Satan's right-hand man?
The Trap Repeats
After the ride ended, they parted ways. But when Michael returned home, Escarath appeared—this time in his devil form. He spoke the same words he once told Ryoka.
Michael acted like he believed everything Escarath said.
Suddenly, Sanctious appeared out of nowhere. Together, Escarath and Sanctious acted exactly as they had with Ryoka before disappearing into Michael's "heart."
As they vanished, they secretly chanted, and a nano-level gate appeared.
Michael noticed something different this time.
With his power, he activated the Fourth-Dimensional Eye of God.
Determined to avenge his parents and fallen angels, Michael prepared for war. He chanted his angelic transformation spell and became a divine being—clothed in pure white garments, massive wings spread wide, a spiked halo glowing above his head, and a golden aura radiating around him.
He began chanting the spell that would open the gates of Hell:
"Six hellish dreams,Six gates of balance,Six sinful attires—May the Gates of Hell open."
Michael arrived at the Three Divergent Paths of Hell, where Hell splits into three realms. He saw the royal palace and immediately suppressed his divine presence. Flying down silently, he landed near the palace doors.
As the doors opened automatically, Michael drew his divine dual blades.
Satan sat upon his throne, waiting.