Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1408: A Trick On Heaven

Kneeling on one knee, Michael’s eyes shifted sideways—directly onto Raphael’s lifeless body.

The scene struck him like a brutal punch. His brother—his own kin—sprawled there, chest torn wide, core vanished. That crushing burden shattered something profound within Michael’s psyche. His defiance shattered even more. Golden tears brimmed in the archangel’s eyes, shimmering vividly as they trailed down his face.

In that instant, everything slipped away from him.

Gabriel peered down with a mocking, nearly pitying stare. Then, with casual disdain, he booted Michael’s chest, hurling the once-powerful archangel backward into the dirt.

Ignoring his defeated brother, Gabriel spun to face the remaining angel army.

"BOW," he thundered once more, his voice echoing newfound dominance.

This time around, the angels submitted. Sequentially, wings folding tight, heads bowing low, the full heavenly legion knelt before him. Hatred burned in their gazes still, but terror and the crushing force of his seized power bent their forms.

A smug grin spread across Gabriel’s lips. At last, he pivoted toward the humans’ side of the arena.

"Now you," he declared, tone thick with superiority. "All of you vermin — bow."

Father Black and not a single Lenny royal stirred.

The hundred young fighters, the gods, even the kids just fixed their stares on him. Confusion marked some faces, outright contempt others.

Then tiny Elara, perched on Demeter’s lap, cocked her head and piped up clearly:

"Daddy... are all angels that dumb?"

Those words lingered heavy in the air.

Father Black turned to his little girl with a warm smile, answering steadily, "Only the backstabbing ones."

Something cracked deep in Gabriel’s mind. Fury exploded through him like raging flames. His usurped power erupted savagely around him, wings igniting in twisted golden blaze.

"Just because I planned with you to defeat the angels does not mean you are not still vermin!" he roared.

Power surging fiercely, Gabriel charged headlong at Father Black and the clustered humans on the platform.

Mere steps away, an unseen barrier erupted from nowhere, halting him dead.

Gabriel collided with it in a resounding crash. He recoiled, eyes slitting as he gazed upward.

Looming overhead floated the enormous contract monolith—the very one overseeing the tournament since the start. Its runes blazed brilliantly, upholding the ancient pact.

Gabriel scowled. "What is the meaning of this?"

Kanada advanced, her fearsome holy presence unwavering as she declared.

"Have you forgotten the terms?" she questioned icily. "The contract states that if we win the tournament, angels will never be able to touch another human life again. And whether we desired it or not, you decided to rebel against your own kind in the middle of the match... and killed a participating angel."

She halted briefly, letting the truth settle.

"Meaning that, by default, you lose

A faint, icy smile tugged at Kanada’s lips.

"Earth wins."

Disbelief contorted Gabriel’s features.

"No..." he whispered, voice fracturing. "No... no... NO!"

The towering contract monolith swelled massively overhead, runes pulsing with foreboding crimson glow. It ballooned swiftly, enveloping the angels like a devouring maw. The heavenly forces thrashed wildly—wings battering, auras surging—but to no avail. Forged under a Morningstar’s oath, the contract stood unbreakable.

Alexander strode forth, his tone even and resolute.

"According to the agreement, Earth may choose angels that would fight with us against Lucifer. However... we gladly decline the offer."

Horror flared in Gabriel’s eyes as comprehension struck.

During that secret meeting with Father Black to betray his brother, he’d been stunned to learn the Regent sought no reward.

At the time, Gabriel assumed Father Black was merely a frantic leader desperate for aid, ready to grasp any chance against his world’s foes.

Yet Gabriel’s thirst for dominance blinded him to the grand design.

Angels started vanishing one after another. Compelled light bathed their forms before yanking them skyward, dragging them unwillingly to Heaven. Arena rang with defiant cries, but none escaped.

Gabriel chanted endlessly, "No... this is not how it was supposed to end! Things were not supposed to end this way!"

Contract runes had coiled around him already, binding like iron shackles, seizing him fully. No amount of shrieks or frantic resistance helped.

Just then, Alexander flicked his hand dismissively.

Michael’s sword—clutched in Gabriel’s fist—wrenched free abruptly, streaking toward Alexander.

Pure astonishment bulged Gabriel’s eyes.

"How...?"

Unknown to him, Alexander had covertly dabbed his own blood on the sword when passing it earlier.

Alexander parted his lips slightly, exposing a radiant royal sigil on his tongue—the Lenny Royal Family’s emblem. Elevated to core status, he wielded a long-dormant Lenny ability.

Greed.

In this moment, he invoked it to command his blood, recalling the sword to its true owner.

Divested of Michael’s holy sword, Gabriel’s pilfered power imploded at once. His form lit up intensely as the contract hauled him aloft.

"No! This can’t be—!"

His yell truncated as he blinked out, compelled back to Heaven.

Michael observed it all wordlessly. Clarity washed over him—free of Gabriel’s meddling, victory over the betrayer lay within reach.

Facing Father Black, his voice thick with feeling.

"I, Michael, vow to never forget this favor."

With a single gesture, his sword’s sheath hurtled through the air into Alexander’s hand.

Without further utterance, Michael too vanished, summoned to Heaven.

Through cunning schemes, treachery, and flawless contract timing—all angels got banished.

Silence descended on the battlefield.

Earth had triumphed.