CHAPTER 800: THE DEVIL’S ARRIVAL-II

The air turned heavy with the presence of powerful darkness. The clear sky and white clouds floating over the open throne hall visibly seemed to lose their brightness, consumed by the darkness seeping into the air.

The deities were used to seeing it, but even so, it couldn’t stop them from feeling the pressure of this immense power.

The ones from the mortal realm—the four prisoners—were experiencing this for the first time and found it overwhelming, making them wonder just what the extent of this person’s power might be. It was simply unbelievable.

Absolute darkness.

The most powerful of any power existing in the world—its presence was truly dominating.

Was Mother talking about the Devil, when she said everything will be fine when he arrives? Seren couldn’t help but wonder as she looked at her unconscious mother, then turned to Drayce, who was kneeling next to her. "The essence of power is exactly like yours."

Drayce offered a light. "That’s Him."

For the first time he was going to see that man, who was the reason of his existence.

Seren understood—Drayce’s father was here now. Morpheus and Ember understood the same.

Meanwhile, Evanthe froze in her place. As much as she was relieved that he

was here and that everything would be fine, she couldn’t stop the nervousness building inside her at the thought of facing him.

Isis wore a triumphant smirk on her lips as she waited for the Devil to show up right in front of her.

Solon turned to Grianor and said, "My Sovereign, are you truly letting her have the hellfire?"

"It will go where it belongs," Grianor simply answered, then turned to look at the entrance of the throne hall.

The Majestic gates of the celestial throne hall, forged from divine starlight—groaned open not by command of the gods, but by a force far more ancient, more primal. The echo of his arrival resounded through the hall.

He stepped through.

The Devil. The Lord of Darkness.

He stood tall—taller than any deity present—with an elegance born not of grace, but of utter dominance.

His hair was jet black, sleek and set back, cascading just past his shoulders like strands of onyx spun by night itself. It framed a face too flawless to be mortal: a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and eyes—those eyes. Crimson, glowing like twin infernos, deep as the abyss—yet within them burned an ethereal calmness, as if alongside darkness there dwelled the assurance of protection.

His mere existence demanded attention—attention no one could ignore. Around him, the air pulsed with unnatural weight. It bent to him, as though the very world adjusted to his presence. Time slowed, the skies dimmed, and silence spread across the heavens—not the gentle stillness of peace, but the suffocating hush of absolute fear.

Even the divine trembled.

Not one deity dared to speak. Not one dared to move. It was not respect that stilled them—it was wariness.For this was no creature of balance or light. This was the sovereign of chaos, the wielder of forbidden power, the shadow that lingered even in a world without night.

He did not need to speak to make his power known.

He was power. Raw. Unforgiving. Absolute.

All the deities bowed to him in respect, no one dared raise their heads.

Except for Grianor, who looked at him directly, as he was the Lord of Light and held the same position as the Devil in the world of powerful beings.

While Isis had no regard for other powerful beings. All she had was impatience to use his darkness to fulfil her wish.

Evanthe looked at him. Her heart skipped a beat, as he affected her the same way he always had.

’Just like Grianor, he can’t see me, right?’ she couldn’t help but think.

She watched him walk ahead, his gaze devoid of emotions, only looking ahead where he was walking to. But she couldn’t help but instinctively step back from her place to not get noticed by him—only to have her own feet tangle in the hem of her long dress and...

The next moment, a darkness surrounded her body and steadied her on her feet before she could taste the heavy floor.

Everyone watched what happened all of a sudden, and all they knew was they could see a familiar woman before them, all of a sudden, and she was surrounded by the fringes of darkness sipping from the Devil’s fingers.

The magic spell that was casted by Solon was gone, exposing her to everyone.

"Deity of Water?"

The murmurs echoed in the throne hall.

Evanthe swallowed hard as she looked at him, her beautiful caramel eyes filled with shock and embarrassment meeting his crimson and calm ones.

Embarrassed because of her own reaction and how she had acted like any young, idiotic woman instead of keeping her calm. It was not the first time she was seeing him, but still, she was the same as in the past.

’I am truly hopeless. Never stop embarrassing myself in front of him,’ she cried inside, forgetting the serious situation they were here for. What would my son and daughter-in-law think of me? As she thought, she looked at Drayce and Seren, who were looking at her, their thoughts unreadable.

Then she looked at all the deities staring at her in disbelief.

Can I just hide somewhere? she thought. No. No. I have to save my people.

"Evanthe, so you were hiding here?" Isis said mockingly, her voice breaking the utter silence that had fallen over the hall. "You have turned into a coward after living with the mortals."

Evanthe looked at her as she felt the darkness surrounding her retreat and return to its owner.

"Coward? Doesn’t that word suit you best, Isis?" Evanthe’s gaze turned cold as she spoke and faced her. "You made the powerful deities leave this realm by plotting against them, and then you resorted to forbidden ways to gain more power. What were you so scared of, huh? That no one would look at a coward like you, that no one would notice you, and you needed to get rid of the stronger ones just to show your own existence?"

All the deities were still in shock that they were seeing Evanthe—the most powerful deity of the water element, daughter of the most powerful heavenly emperor, once their cherished princess.

The four captives could only smile at how Evanthe could always rile up the enemy with her words, even when she was on the losing side.

Solon had the same smile and thoughts in his mind. While Grianor calmly looked at her, reminding him of those old days when she was everything in this heaven realm.

"Know your place, Evanthe. You are nobody," Isis raised her voice angrily, unable to accept the insult. "Look at me, I am—"

"Pathetic, aren’t you?" Evanthe countered her fearlessly.

"I always hated you, that I could never stand your existence. Good that you are back here," Isis said with a voice filled with malice. "Back then, I could only banish you from heaven, but now I can fulfil my most cherished wish—the wish to see you cease to exist."

With that, Isis launched a powerful blow of her power towards Evanthe, but...

It was long countered by the absolute darkness, even before Grianor’s power could reach to stop it.

The cold, calm, and dignified voice echoed in the hall at last. "Deity Isis, you dare hurt her again, and you can see this heaven realm turning into your own grave."