John didn't even look back.
The air around him was already shifting—like reality itself was waiting for permission to obey him.
"You lot deal with the demons in the mountains and forest."
The Ten Kings and Queens vanished instantly.
No hesitation.
No questions.
Just movement.
Then—
John turned slightly.
"…We're going to Hell."
A pause.
Alzwalt cracked his neck.
"Let's do that."
Britanya said nothing—just stepped forward calmly, as if the word Hell didn't register as danger at all.
Kaelven exhaled.
"…Of course we are."
Tessandra sighed.
"…I should've brought better clothes."
John raised his hand.
The Soul Circuit activated.
Space split open.
Not a portal.
Not a gate.
A wound in existence.
And from it—
a staircase of darkness descended.
The Nine Hells of Zerathis
The Cover – First Hell Molock – Second Hell Transvoid – Third Hell Depth – Fourth Hell Death's Zone – Fifth Hell Realm of Ifrit – Sixth Hell Seria – Seventh Hell Zenux – Eighth Hell Sebastian's Realm – Ninth Hell, Lord of All Hells
They stepped in.
First Hell — The Cover
The atmosphere was suffocating.
Not heat.
Not cold.
Weight.
Like existence itself was pressing down.
Alzwalt frowned.
"…It's a shame we can't destroy Hell in its entirety."
He glanced around.
"It would collapse balance."
John walked forward.
"I won't stay here."
A pause.
"I'm going up."
Alzwalt smiled.
"Let's do that."
And just like that—
they vanished upward.
6th Hell — Realm Of Ifrit
They arrived instantly.
The world was burning black.
Not normal fire—
hellfire that ate matter instead of burning it.
Armies covered the horizon.
Too many to count.
And at the center—
a throne.
Sitting on it—
Ifrit, Lord of Hellfire.
He exhaled slowly.
"…So you have returned, Archangel."
Alzwalt stepped forward.
Six golden wings unfolded behind him.
"I'm ready for round two."
"I'm not leaving without your head."
Ifrit rose.
Slow.
Heavy.
"The Lord told me to avoid you…"
A faint pause.
"…so I hoped we never met again."
He stepped down.
"But you found me anyway."
He cracked his neck.
"I won't sit around to die."
"I'll go out fighting."
Britanya vs Hell Army -
Hundreds of hellfire soldiers rushed her.
Britanya raised her hand calmly.
A single pulse of frost spread.
Not wide.
Not loud.
Precise.
The air stopped moving.
Thin ice spikes erupted instantly.
Each soldier frozen mid-step.
Then—
shattered.
More rushed in.
She didn't move.
Just exhaled once.
The frost answered.
Meanwhile— Alzwalt vs Ifrit
They moved at the same time.
Fists collided.
BOOOOOOM.
The impact split the air into two forces:
Divine golden energy on Alzwalt's side Hellfire double-count energy on Ifrit's side
Neither backed down.
Neither broke.
Just pure collision.
Reality bent between them.
Ninth Hell — Sebastian's Realm
John, Tessandra, and Kaelven arrived alone.
The air was different here.
Still.
Watching.
A throne floated in darkness.
And on it—
Sebastian, Lord of All Hells.
He tilted his head slightly.
"…You are the manifestation of his will, aren't you?"
John smiled faintly.
"So you tried to probe him."
"And lost your eyes."
Sebastian remained still.
"…I avoid contact with beings like you."
A pause.
"So why are you here?"
John stepped forward.
"Why?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"I'll tell you."
A silence fell.
Then—
His aura exploded outward.
Not energy.
Not force.
Authority.
The Nine Hells shook.
Every layer.
Every realm.
Every demon stopped moving.
John's voice dropped.
"First."
"Your demons on the surface are dead."
"Second."
"I'm going to kill you."
"And replace you with someone I feel fits better."
A pause.
"Third…"
He stopped.
"…I don't have a third."
He tilted his head slightly.
"But don't look down on me."
Sebastian's body finally reacted.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Instinct.
A forced kneel nearly triggered in him—
but he bit his tongue.
Hard.
Blood dripped.
And he resisted.
His full aura exploded outward.
Now—
he stood equal.
Kaelven narrowed his eyes slightly.
"…That guy's dangerous."
Suddenly—
demons surrounded them.
Every direction.
Every angle.
Tessandra exhaled slowly.
"…Finally."
Her circuit activated.
Apex Martial Arts Circuit.
A demon lunged—
She stepped forward.
One motion.
A clean kick.
The demon's head disappeared instantly.
No delay.
No resistance.
Just erased.
Kaelven smirked slightly.
"…Alright."
John turned slightly toward him.
"Kaelven."
"The only way you learn…"
"…is in a life-threatening situation."
A pause.
"Fight like a mad man."
"But with reason."
"And resolve."
Kaelven cracked his neck.
"…Got it."
Above them—
Sebastian watched silently.
And for the first time…
The Lord of Hell felt something unfamiliar.
Not fear.
Not hesitation.
But recognition.
A war that had just begun to escalate beyond the reach of Hell itself.