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NOTE :- There will be no Chapter for 3 -days becoz i am Give you this 3000+ words chapter.
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As soon as Rizevim Livan Lucifer was summoned, he dropped straight into the middle of the desert. He looked around, stood up slowly, dusted off his clothes, and gave a big, cheerful smile.
"Well, well! So you're the one who summoned me! What do you want, huh? Women? Wealth? Power? Maybe a little chaos?" he said, laughing like it was all a game.
But Enoch just stood there, calm and serious.
"I am Enoch. A prophet, sent by the Creator."
Hearing those words, Rizevim's smile froze. His jolly tone vanished. He stared at Enoch silently for a few seconds.
"Oh…Grandfa...no...no... that Creator," Rizevim muttered, his voice now filled with annoyance and anger. "So... he finally sent someone."
His smile twisted into a sneer.
"Then why did you summon me, huh? What do you want from me, Prophet?"
Enoch didn't blink. His voice was steady.
"I want to know why you misled the people of Zahar. Why you gave power to Zamar, Bakkan, and Aramas. Why your people—devils—started acting like gods in the city built by Cain. And now in Mesopotamia, you and your followers are pretending to be divine. So tell me the truth, son of Helel Morningstar… or I'll take it from you by force."
At those words, Rizevim chuckled darkly. A magic sword formed in his hand, glowing with wicked energy.
"Well, well... Looks like you're smarter than you look. But still too naïve."
He pointed the sword at Enoch.
"Alright, Prophet. I'll tell you everything... since you're going to die anyway."
Then, just like that, Rizevim's cheerful, twisted smile returned. His tone became playful again, almost like a villain in a play.
"Let me explain why I did all this—why I gave power to those fools in Zahar, why I made devils act like gods in Cain's city, and why I started a whole new false religion in Mesopotamia… After all, the truth won't matter much once you're gone, right?"
"If you remember right... my father, Helel Morningstar, was thrown out. Banished from the heavens for starting a rebellion.
But what you don't know… is the guilt he felt after that.
Yeah, he built his own empire down in hell. But what was left of him… was just a shadow of who he used to be.
And that guilt—it started growing stronger the day I was born.
First, my big sister Charlie was born. Then me.
I remember seeing my father keeping himself locked away, hiding from everyone—except for us. Only the family could meet him. No one else.
But still, he gave us everything he could. He tried to be the best dad possible.
And honestly… we were happy.
Mom—my mom, Lilith—was the one actually ruling hell. But she wasn't strong enough to control everything by herself.
So when we grew up, hell was divided between the three of us—me, Charlie, and Mom.
My father? He didn't care about ruling. I asked him so many times—
"Why? You're the true ruler. This place, this power… it's yours."
And his answer? Always the same.
'I don't want to get corrupted again. I don't want to fail my family.'
Back then, I didn't get it.
But as I grew older… I started to understand.
He didn't care about being the king of hell. He just cared about us—me, Charlie, and Mom.
More than anything else.
He'd laugh with us, spend time with us. That was all he wanted.
But things changed.
I was given the layers of hell—3, 4, 5, and my big sister Charlie got 6, and 7. layer.
And Mom ruled the first and Second .
That was the first time I left hell and came to the earth and sea… and I saw it.
I saw how the humans talked about my father. The way they cursed him.
They called him evil. A monster. Said he ruined everything.
But they don't know the truth.
They forgot what Adam said—it was all a test.
Still… they blame my father.
So yeah… that's when I decided to take revenge.
And how did I do that?
Simple.
I didn't go around claiming to be God—not at first.
Instead, I whispered into their minds. Quiet, like a breeze. So soft they couldn't even hear it.
They thought it was their own thoughts.
But it was me.
And slowly… I led them away from the Creator.
They called my father a liar, a disgrace. Evil.
And then they became evil themselves.
I didn't force them to kill.
I didn't make them turn against their own brothers, or hurt their women, or destroy their families.
I just whispered.
They did the rest.
And in Mesopotamia?
We didn't call ourselves gods.
But when people started worshipping us as gods… we played along. Why not?
I mean, the Creator gave everyone free will, right?
Well… I'm just using mine.
And what happened to me? Nothing. Nothing at all.
I gave power to Zamar, Bakkan, and Aramas—because I could.
Because the more power I give… the more they worship me.
The more they move away from the Creator.
Isn't that just… beautiful?"
Rizevim gave a sadistic smile.
He laughed a little, shaking with excitement. His eyes locked on Enoch.
As Enoch looked at him, his eyes squinted a little, but there was warmth in them too.
"Yeah, you're right," Enoch said. "Humans were wrong. They didn't know… they just assumed things. And yeah, your father's suffering, it makes sense too."
"You know why?" Enoch continued. "Because he betrayed his own brothers. The fight with Samuel and Michael… the explosion… it destroyed most of heaven. Many died, even if they got revived later. But the pain, the faces of his brothers—those memories still haunt him."
"Right now, your father… he just wants redemption. And yeah, he will get redemption too. But to get it, you and he ask for forgiveness—just like he is doing. He's walking the path to make things right… but you're doing the exact opposite."
"And about humans? Yeah, they're wrong to call your father evil. But it's kinda natural. People fear what they don't understand. That's just how it is."
Before Enoch could finish, a sudden slash cut across his cheek. Blood dripped down.
"Enough," said Rizevim, now serious. "You don't get to tell me what to do. And don't you dare say my father's name with your filthy mouth."
"So, you wanna fight?" Enoch said.
"What do you think?" Rizevim replied coldly.
Enoch activated his Unique skill—Ultimate Judgment—his own original technique. He created it after defeating Zamar, Bakkan, and Aramas. Light began to gather around him, glowing brighter and brighter, then fired straight at Rizevim.
But Rizevim didn't flinch. He just smirked, an evil smirk, and whispered: Denial of Divine.
The light attack vanished—just like that.
Enoch's eyes widened. "How…?" he muttered.
A fist slammed into Enoch's gut, launching him through the desert, crashing into the dunes.
Rizevim appeared above him.
"You wanna know why?" he said with a wicked grin. "It's simple. I've got a skill too. It's called Denial of Divines. Except for angels, the Creator, and my father—everyone else's skills are nothing to me."
Blood dripped from Enoch's mouth. That punch… it was packed with demonic mana. It hit hard.
Then Enoch remembered something. Uriel once told him there are rare beings who can bypass his strongest magic and skills.
Now he understood.
"I guess… I gotta get serious too," Enoch thought.
He stood up and teleported far away to recover. He healed himself quickly, removed gravity from his body, and flashed back in front of Rezimron. Then—boom—punched him hard.
Rizevim grinned and punched back.
BOOM!
Sand exploded everywhere. The shockwave was massive.
"Oh? Now you wanna play rough?" said Rizevim, his usual playful tone returning. His sword glowed bright.
He slashed—slash!
Enoch shouted in pain as his stomach got cut open.
"How?!" Enoch gasped.
Rizevim laughed.
"You forgot? My father is Helel Morningstar. I'm the opposite of light. I'm corrupted light. Light mixed with darkness. That's what gives me the power to understand the divine… and destroy it."
"You… you're just a prophet. A low-ranked one at that. Barely High ultimate class."
He teleported right in front of Enoch. Punched him. Kicked him. Slashed him.
Grabbed Enoch's head and hurled him high into the sky—whoosh—then appeared above him and slammed his foot into his head.
CRASH!
Enoch slammed into the ground, coughing up more blood.
He tried to use his skills. Nothing worked. Rizevim "Denial of Divine" was blocking it all.
"Am I… going to die?" Enoch thought. "Did I… fail the Creator?"
No… no! I can't give up! The Creator chose me! I can't fall here—not now. I know what'll happen if this resentment spreads. I can't let that happen!
He pushed with all his strength, trying to stand.
"If I die… then what? How can I face the Creator…?"
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Individual Enoch has met the requirements."
Even RRizevim paused, hearing the voice.
"Individual evolution… proceeding.
Evolving Enoch into True Prophet.
Converting high-human body into Saint Human.
Magic acquired.
Star knowledge acquired
. Language and skills combined.
All basic skills acquired
New skill awakened—'Ultimate Skill: Second Prophet.'
Evolution complete."
Enoch began to glow. Then the light slowly faded.
More knowledge flowed into his mind. He understood everything clearly now.
He looked up, eyes burning with new strength, and teleported in front of Rizevim
A white sword appeared in his hand.
He slashed.
Rizevim smirked. But then… he felt it. Power. Real power.
He had to go full force. He started pulling energy from Hell's third, fourth, and fifth layers. He activated Denial of Divine again.
But this time… it didn't work.
Enoch's slash hit him hard—slash!—and black blood spilled from Rizevim's chest.
Just as Enoch went for the final blow, a message flashed before his eyes.
A voice.
"Message from the Creator."
Enoch paused. "What… is this?"
The voice echoed again.
"I am your ultimate skill and you get message From THE CREATOR ,You Can Read it "
"I the Creator. And I speak now to you, my servant, Enoch."
"Tell To the son of Helel Morningstar: I understand his pain. I understand his rebellion. But from now on, I will allow him to do as he wish. It will be a test… a test for humanity."
"From this day forward, he shall be known to the people as the Ultimate Deceiver. The Iblis."
"And you, Enoch, shall walk path of light … as the Second Prophet."
As Enoch read the message, he finally understood what the Creator meant. He took a deep breath, then looked straight at Rezevim.
" Rizevim ," Enoch said calmly, but with strength in his voice, "from this moment on, I'm sparing your life. But don't get it twisted… you won't be the same anymore."
He stepped forward, eyes glowing with determination,
"You will now be known as the greatest deceiver. Not just to mankind, but to every being that exists. That's your title now… your curse. From now on, your name shall be Iblis, the Great Deceiver."
Rizevim s smile faded, and the wind blew with a heavy silence…
As Enoch placed his hand on Rizevim's head, a dark portal opened behind him. Without saying another word, he pushed Rizevim straight into it.
"That's enough," Enoch said with a serious look. "I hereby banish you. For one thousand years, you will not set foot on this earth again."
The portal closed with a loud thud, sealing Rezevim in his personal hell layers which he rule's .
Enoch turned around and walked toward his people—toward Zahar. He brought justice to everyone. He destroyed the gold idols people used to worship, gave rights to the widows, and returned the stolen land to the people. Anyone who was hurt, he healed them with his hands. Slowly, peace returned.
Time passed.
Enoch's parents—Jared and Nama—passed away. It hurt him, but he stayed strong for everyone else. As more years went by, the population grew, and two new cities were built. He named them Hijaz and Tabuk.
Sometimes, Enoch met with his old friend Uriel . They'd talk about life, their past, and their hopes. Ten years later, Enoch started teaching people how to read the stars and basic charts. He knew he couldn't teach them everything—but he could start with the basics.
He taught them how to make ink, how to write on tree leaves, and how to preserve knowledge. He left behind many writings—on cloth, on leaves—so future generations could understand the truth.
One day, Enoch met a kind woman named Salia. He married her, and together they had a son—Methuselah.
As more time passed, Enoch began to look older, like he was reaching his late teens. But he didn't die—because real prophets don't just die. When they reach a certain age, they stop aging.
One evening, he called his closest friend.
"Uriel, my friend," Enoch said, "I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" Uriel asked.
"I want to see heaven… just once," Enoch said. "My son is grown now. He's taken my place and is guiding the people. Everything is settled here on Earth. I just have one wish… to see heaven with my own eyes."
Uriel looked at him with concern. "But, Enoch… to go there, you have to die."
"I know," Enoch said. "But there must be a way, right?"
Uriel sighed. "Alright, my friend. Trust me."
Enoch nodded and followed Uriel's instructions.
They passed the first heaven—it was Earth's atmosphere. Then came space, the second heaven. There, Enoch saw angels—so many kinds, with different faces and forms. He was shocked and amazed.
In the third heaven, they reached a garden so beautiful, filled with everything a person could ever need.
"What is this place?" Enoch asked.
"This is the Garden of Eden," Uriel said. "Look over there."
Enoch looked and saw two familiar figures.
"Are those… Adam and Eve?"
"Yes," Uriel said. "And on the right side, you see the place where people who do good deeds will live. Heaven. But on the left… that's the gateway to hell."
Enoch felt a chill run through him.
"They will stay in hell until they are purified from their evil," Uriel said. "They will grow as big as planets. Their teeth will be the size of mountains. Their skin will burn… and then grow back… again and again… so they can feel the same pain they gave to others."
Enoch shuddered in horror. It was beyond anything he could have imagined.
Every time he saw something new, knowledge just appeared in his mind—like someone was whispering the truth directly into his soul.
Then they moved to the fourth heaven.
It was filled with bright light. Angels flew everywhere, their beauty and strength glowing like chakra flaring from a tailed beast. Enoch was amazed.
Then, suddenly—
"Oh, there you are!" a voice called.
It was Izrael, the angel of death.
"Izrael?" Uriel said. "What are you doing here, sister?"
"I came to take Enoch's soul," she said calmly. "The Father said he belongs here—in the fourth heaven. I looked in the first, second, and third… and finally found him here."
She turned to Enoch. "It's time."
She reached out gently.
Enoch felt his body fade away—and his soul took on a new form. A new body. Strong, light, and pure.
"What is this body?" he asked.
Izrael smiled. "This body is made from all the good deeds you did in life. It's your true self now."
With that, she returned to her duties.
Enoch stood there, glowing softly. His eyes wide, heart calm. He had seen heaven. And now… he was a part of it.