Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1384: Fuck You Moment

Father Black watched as they became paralyzed.

It wasn't a mere pause—it was a total standstill.

In that moment of indecision, he grasped a fundamental truth.

His intuition had been correct.

The singular event the Host of Heaven dreaded more than anything in the universe was Lucifer winning.

It wasn't the extinction of the human race.

It wasn't the defilement of the Eighth Earth.

It wasn't even the proliferation of sin itself.

No.

Lucifer Morningstar was the primary scar etched into their very kind. He represented the inaugural betrayal and the first failure—the sin that proved Heaven lacked perfection.

They could endure the death of humanity.

They could tolerate the existence of devils, false deities, or even the corruption of entire worlds.

But they could not tolerate Lucifer claiming victory.

And the ultimatum Father Black had presented—

Permitting the Fallen to enter the Eighth Earth—

Was like a blade shoved directly into that ancient trauma.

Because if Lucifer was allowed to step into the Eighth Earth without opposition from Heaven...

Then the gateway to the Nether would lie wide open.

Unprotected and Unchecked.

Once Lucifer crossed that boundary—

Not even Michael would be able to reach him again.

Gabriel glided forward, his wings tucking in slightly as his features grew stern.

"You contradict yourself," Gabriel remarked with a calm voice, though a metallic edge lay beneath his words.

"If Lucifer is granted entry to the Eighth Earth, then every living thing here will perish. Everything you claim to protect will cease to exist. You lose everything."

Father Black cocked his head, pondering the statement.

Then he gave a casual shrug. "And what if I defeat him?" he countered.

Gabriel offered no reply.

Father Black pushed on, his tone steady and laced with a hint of amusement.

"If I am victorious, Heaven will still eradicate us. You have already confirmed that.

So tell me, Archangel—how exactly do I lose in this scenario?"

A faint smirk played on his lips.

"At the very least," he remarked, "I will die with the satisfaction of knowing I gave the Host of Heaven the greatest middle finger in the history of creation."

That—

That was the breaking point for Michael.

The Archangel erupted forward, his divine wrath burning bright as he began to draw his blade—

Only for the contract to manifest violently once more.

Reality itself shrieked as the holy steel clashed against absolute law.

Michael was shoved back, grinding his teeth, his wings trembling with suppressed fury.

Gabriel’s gaze narrowed.

He moved closer, his towering figure casting a massive shadow over Father Black.

"I am familiar with humans," Gabriel spoke softly.

"I know them intimately. You would never condemn your own world to destruction. This malice—this bluff—it is not part of your nature."

Father Black let out a laugh.

It was a brief, jagged sound.

Reaching into the empty air, he produced a cigarette and ignited it with a flicker of compressed cosmic energy. The glowing tip resembled a fading star.

"I suppose you haven't heard of me," he said, blowing smoke into the dark void.

"And you claim to understand humans?"

His expression turned cold.

"Then you should know this—"

He leaned in slightly.

"We would rather settle for half a loaf of bread... than lose the entire fucking buffet."

Gabriel’s face contorted.

"You pathetic ant—"

"An ant," Father Black admitted, taking another puff.

"But a bloody bold one."

He gestured with his cigarette toward the celestial army.

"So either agree to my terms," he stated icily, "or get the fuck out of my sight."

Even the divine beings were left speechless.

And for the first time since the arrival of Heaven—

The eyes of Lucifer Morningstar lit up as he began to laugh.

It was a deep, satisfied sound.

His eyes beamed with clear joy as he reclined upon his golden throne.

"I see," Lucifer murmured softly.

"Lenny certainly knows how to choose his representatives."

In his mind, Lucifer was already devising ways to recruit Father Black to his cause.

It was no mystery why this man led the armies of Earth.

Such courage and such wit. He had looked at a being a million times more powerful than himself and cursed at it.

Worse yet, it was Heaven. He had cursed at Heaven itself.

Lucifer couldn't help but let out a genuine, deep-bellied laugh.

Michael and the other angels witnessed this, and Michael's scowl deepened.

The void shook.

The stakes of the game had shifted once again.

Gabriel observed Father Black for a long moment.

Then—unexpectedly—a smile appeared.

It wasn't warm.

It wasn't kind.

It was the calculated, thin curve of a being who had just encountered something fascinating.

"...An ant," Gabriel said, giving a slow nod, "that has succeeded in capturing my interest."

He stood taller, his demeanor changing—he was no longer the aloof scholar, but a diplomat assessing a negotiation that shouldn't have been possible.

"Understand this, Regent," Gabriel went on smoothly.

"Lucifer Morningstar is the enemy of Heaven. He is also the enemy of Earth. On that single point, our goals are the same."

Michael remained silent, though his grip on his reins grew tighter. Within the family, he was the commander and general, but he knew better than to interfere in Gabriel’s specialty.

Gabriel’s eyes sharpened.

"In that regard, Heaven is prepared to listen."

Raphael frowned and looked toward Michael, but neither of them moved. They allowed Gabriel to perform the role he was created for.

Gabriel made a small gesture with his hand.

"So tell me—what is the solution you propose?"

Father Black took another long drag from his cigarette.

The cherry flared bright.

Then he let out a sharp exhale through his nostrils.

"Hah."

His eyes squinted.

"I was in a talking mood," he said, his voice dropping to a low, annoyed tone. "But you've already ruined that mood."

He raised his hand and pointed—not at Gabriel or Michael—but at the contract that still hung like an unchangeable law between Heaven, Hell, and Earth.

"Lucifer gave us seven days," Father Black said bluntly.

"Seven days to give an answer."

He turned his cold, stubborn gaze back to Gabriel.

"Heaven will receive its answer in seven days as well."

For a heartbeat, silence reigned.

Then Father Black turned his back on the majesty of Heaven itself.

Without saying another word, he blurred into motion—cosmic energy erupting beneath his feet as he soared back toward the Eighth Earth.

Perseus stood frozen.

"...Did he just—" someone started to ask.

But there was no time for questions.

One after another, Perseus, Kanada, Athena, Crusher, Alexander, Demeter, and the rest followed his lead, retreating toward the protected radiance of Earth.

Behind them—

The host of Heaven remained lingering in the void.

Most were stunned by the sheer audacity Father Black had just shown.

Lucifer and his Fallen Angels watched the scene in silence.

Their eyes followed the departing figures.

Nobody realized it yet, but this specific moment would later be recorded in history as the ’Fuck You Moment’.

Poems would be composed about it, tales would be written, and songs would be sung in the depths of space.

The day the Regent of Earth forced Heaven to wait for him.