Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1381: Heaven Is Not On Our Side

Angel Michael shifted in his saddle.

The twelve-legged warhorse turned smoothly in the void, its hooves striking nothing—yet each step sent ripples through space itself.

Michael’s burning gaze settled on the Eighth Earth, small and fragile beneath the shadow of true Holy power, not the pity thing of these worshipped gods.

He turned his head slightly toward the figure at his left.

"Gabriel," Michael said, his voice carrying the weight of judgment,

"are those the ones bound by the contract?"

Gabriel’s eyes glowed faintly as sigils spun within them. He observed the Earth, the runes woven around it, the threads of fate trembling under impossible strain.

He nodded once.

"Yes. The challenged. The ones named within lucifer’s annoying covenant." he turned to the floating contract, then looked at Lucifer’s care free attitude.

Gabriel was a Chiribrium. They were strategists by nature. One look and he coukd tell that Lucifer was cooking something.

Michael said nothing more.

He tightened the reins. "Forward."

The warhorse surged toward Earth.

There were already those on earth that sang the miracle that just happened before their eyes, singing praises of the most legendary place in all history.

Even those that worshipped the gods so dutifully for many years, giving their lives in absolute servitude knew in their soul that true holiness had arrived and bowed in the direction that Heaven appeared.

Unfortunately for them, heaven was not going to be as kind as it had been rumored to be.

The moment Michael moved, the world screamed.

Tjosd newly war commissioned satellites overloaded instantly. Instruments shattered. Alarms across the planet erupted in shrill, panicked howls as readings spiked beyond known limits.

Tomato saw this, understanding dawning on her.

"Fuck it! All angels are bloody the same. Trash!" She spat venomously.

To those below, back on earth, it felt as if the sun that had gone blind in the sky had suddenly been torn from the heavens and hurled straight at them.

The angels were rushing over with obviously unrestrained holy power.

Not a care on the damn world.

The air burned.

The heavens glowed white-gold.

Children collapsed, clutching their heads. Seas churned violently. Mountains groaned under pressure that did not belong to gravity.

"Those bastards are not on our side." Perseus spat amgrily. "Unleash shields! Now!" He commanded and many voices echoed his orders across command channels.

Father Black and the gathered elites also reacted instantly.

Cosmic energy erupted from them in towering surges—divine, arcane, infernal, primordial—layering over the planet in emergency barriers. Runes flared. Ley lines ignited.

The massive golden defensive array around Earth screamed under the sudden strain.

Even so, it felt... insufficient.

Even the Devils put in their power to help. After all, a descent of angels was not going to be a battle that would discriminate race.

If they could attack humans, then they would certainly do worse to them that were considered impure.

Father Black frowned deeply.

Confusion flickered across the faces of many gods and mortals alike.

Heaven’s Gate had opened.

The angels had arrived.

Weren’t they supposed to be allies?

Then Michael raised his hand.

The gesture was simple.

Absolute.

"Host of Heaven," Michael commanded, his voice echoing like a death sentence,

"cleanse the world."

For a heartbeat—

Silence.

Then shock.

Father Black’s eyes widened.

Kanada’s breath caught.

Athena’s hand tightened around her blade.

Perseus felt his blood turn to ice.

"What—?" someone whispered.

Perseus didn’t wait.

He roared into the comms, voice cracking with urgency.

"All forces—battle stations! NOW!"

The Angels were truly descending to battle.

Light sharpened into weapons as unfair Judgment fell.

But before the first divine strike could reach the planet—

Reality itself intervened.

A colossal monolith of light manifested between Heaven’s Host and Earth.

It was vast—larger than continents—etched with impossibly ancient runes.

It wad it again.

The contract.

Lucifer’s contract.

The covenant flared, unfolding into a radiant barrier that intercepted Heaven’s wrath. Divine energy slammed into it and dispersed harmlessly, rippling like light across crystal.

The Earth was spared.

For now.

Angel Gabriel stepped forward, wings unfolding gently as his voice carried through the void.

"It would seem," he said calmly,

"that the contract also preserves the dignity of the challenged."

Michael’s eyes narrowed.

Father Black, Perseus, Crusher, Insect B, Kanada, Alexander, and several high gods surged forward into open space, forming a defensive line between Earth and Heaven.

Weapons ignited. Domains stirred. Auras clashed silently.

They hovered there—small compared to Heaven’s Host, yet unyielding.

Michael stared back. These humans, regardless of the powers they now occupy were nothing before his might.

After all, like lucifer, he was similarly a Morningstar.

He was Michael Morningstar, twin brother of Lucifer and the person that cadted the rebellious Prince of pride from Heaven.

He frowned, gaze arrogant, and then looked back toward the golden throne that now sat were the sun previous was.

Lucifer sat exactly where he had been before—relaxed, amused, wings lazily folded.

He met Michael’s gaze.

And smirked.

A slow, mischievous curve of the lips.

As if to say—

Checkmate begins now.

Kanada saw this. She had known that lucifer was up to something. She had also known that the gates of heaven were going to be opened.

After all, she had Solomon’s brain. This was all part of the plan of the wisest king.

It was the reason Lenny went back in time. It was to have heaven aid in this battle.

She also knew that heaven would open. But she had definitely not expected something like this.

Heaven was on no one’s side.

And yet, that smirk on Lucifer’s face. She now understood.

Lucifer knew that heaven was going to come.

That was why he sent the contract. It did three things for him.

Firstly, it protected himself by cosmic rules as the challenger.

Secondly, it protected his goal which was Earth.

And thirdly, it ensured that Heaven could not interfere by cosmic rights of a Morningstar between a challenger and the challenged.

In other words, lucifer was confident of his win.

And he wanted Michael to watch as he seized the treasure from his hands.

This was Lucifer’s plan.