Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1392: Father Black Tricks Heaven

Father Black allowed the stunned silence to linger for a brief moment before he let a relaxed, almost mischievous smirk play across his lips.

"I'll say it once more for those who weren't listening," he remarked, his tone airy and casual, as if he were handing out sweets rather than altering the destiny of the cosmos. "Heaven should unite with Earth. Stand with us in the struggle against Lucifer."

His gaze swept past Gabriel and Michael, landing with pointed intensity on Raphael, who stood far in the back.

Raphael required no further provocation. It appeared that because he had remained silent, he felt Father Black was treating him with disdain.

In his mind, such a slight was an insult that demanded retribution.

He lunged forward like a bolt of pure rage, his wings radiating light, coming to a halt just behind Gabriel with a flourish of dramatic flair.

"Unite with mortals?" Raphael sneered, his voice booming so every witness could hear. "Those disgusting, sin-drenched maggots who wallow with devils and demons like swine in the mire? Repulsive. To ally with trash like you would be a sin deserving of total annihilation!"

He punctuated his disgust by spitting—a shimmering droplet of holy essence that hissed and vanished into the darkness of the void.

This was the second time he had spat in response to Father Black’s propositions. However, this reaction only served to make Father Black genuinely delighted.

After all, the situation was finally becoming entertaining.

Father Black’s smirk stretched wider, resembling a cat that had cornered a mouse. He had been anticipating exactly this outburst.

"Let me make sure I understand you correctly," he said, tilting his head in a display of feigned bewilderment. "You are claiming that Heaven refuses to stand beside Earth... yet you would gladly fight Earth just for the opportunity to strike at Lucifer?"

Raphael’s chest expanded, his righteous indignation on full display for all to see.

"YES!" he roared. "We would prefer to fight you if it means beating down the fallen!"

Gabriel’s eyes snapped wide. He spun around. "Wait—" he shouted as the realization of the trap hit him.

But Father Black was already moving forward, his voice brimming with cheer.

"Excellent! Then the matter is settled!"

He struck his palms together once, a sharp clap that somehow resonated through the vacuum of space.

"Earth shall host a grand, spectacular tournament—warriors from every rank, from the lowest to the highest, and all cultivation realms are invited. The opening round: Earth’s champions against Heaven’s host, matching rank for rank. The victors will then advance together to confront Lucifer’s fallen angels."

He offered a smile and gestured casually over his shoulder toward the distant throne resting upon the dead sun.

Raphael, still swept up in the momentum of his own fury, bellowed again without a second thought.

"YES!"

Gabriel reached out, desperate to intervene. "No—wait, we are not—"

Father Black turned his gaze toward him, his eyes dancing with pure devilry.

"What was that? Are you truly going to retract the word of an Archangel? Twice? In front of the entire universe?" He let out a theatrical gasp. "Is Heaven... experiencing a schism?"

Gabriel’s jaw was clamped so tightly a feather nearly ignited from the tension. Michael’s flaming blade lowered slightly, its fire flickering as if the weapon itself were weary of the situation.

Raphael finally realized what had happened. His arrogant glow faded as the jaws of the trap snapped shut around him.

Michael let out a sharp breath through his nose, forced a stiff, tight smile, and raised his sword in a formal salute.

"Naturally," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion. "When one Archangel speaks, he speaks for us all. We accept the declaration made by Raphael."

Perseus leaned toward Athena, whispering urgently, "Damn! Did the old man just use reverse psychology to trick the entire heavenly army?"

Athena could only offer a stunned nod in response.

Kanada muttered under his breath, "I think I’m starting to really like this guy."

Crusher simply let out a massive grin.

Alexander chuckled quietly, his arms crossed over his chest, clearly relishing the spectacle.

Meanwhile, Demeter wore an expression of immense pride.

Far across the void on his throne, Lucifer stared in silence for a moment... then he threw his head back and erupted in laughter.

It wasn't a mere chuckle; it was a thunderous, deep-bellied laugh that echoed across the emptiness, making the very stars tremble. He slapped the armrest of his throne, his wings shaking with mirth as tears of laughter sparkled in his eyes.

"Well played!" he shouted, his voice bright with amusement. "Well played indeed—once more!"

He wiped his eyes, still chuckling, then leaned forward with the most genuine, wide-reaching grin the universe had seen from him in eons.

"You know what, Regent?" Lucifer said, his tone playful and warm. "I have reached a decision."

He paused long enough for the dramatic tension to peak.

"How would you feel about joining us as a fallen angel?"

The void fell into a deathly silence.

Every angel froze in mid-air. Every human on Earth watching the transmission felt their jaws hit the floor collectively.

Father Black blinked once... then rubbed his cheek, appearing almost bashful.

Lucifer’s smile only widened, looking like a child who had just invited the most interesting person in the room to join his inner circle.

The entire universe held its breath, awaiting the reply.

Father Black did not dismiss the proposal immediately.

Instead, he placed a hand to his chin, stroking it thoughtfully while his eyes narrowed in sincere deliberation. The void grew even more silent—if such a thing were possible.

Perseus moved closer, his shield creaking softly. He leaned in, his voice hushed and tinged with panic.

"Old man... you aren't seriously considering this, are you?"

Demeter clutched her clothes tighter, her aura flickering with anxiety. Even Odin lifted a single eyebrow, wondering if the Regent had finally lost his mind.

Father Black let the suspense hang for a perfect second... then he let out a low, warm chuckle.

"Of course I'm considering it," he declared, his voice carrying to every ear. "Being a fallen angel sounds like a fantastic deal—better wings, a cooler look, and probably excellent benefits."

A nervous burst of laughter broke from Crusher. Kanada slapped his own forehead in disbelief. Alexander merely smirked, continuing to enjoy the unfolding drama.

Lucifer leaned forward from his throne, his golden eyes shimmering with intrigue.

"Well? What is your condition, Regent?"

Father Black spread his arms wide, wearing a look of innocent charm.

"It's simple. I'll accept... but only if you sign a legally binding contract swearing to leave the Eighth Earth alone. Forever. No deceptions, no loopholes, and no 'technically I didn't touch it' excuses."

Lucifer blinked in surprise.

Then, his grin became incredibly wide, sharp, and filled with pure delight.

"No chance," he said, the words coming out more as a laugh than a refusal.

Father Black gave a dramatic shrug, waving his hand as if dismissing something trivial.

"Your loss, then," he called out, his voice light and mocking. "You just turned down the greatest talent you'll ever encounter. Don't come crying to me when I'm tossing your generals around."

Lucifer threw his head back once more, his laughter booming through the void—rich, unrestrained, and completely infectious. His wings flared out, feathers shining like blades of light as he began to clap slowly in genuine admiration.

The Morningstar was having the absolute time of his eternal life.