After some time, they reached the Heavenly Court.
As they entered, they were met by a group of angels.
"Execute the traitor!" one angel shouted in a furious, energetic tone.
"You merciless killer! You murdered my husband and children!" a woman screamed, crying as she threw stones at Aiden.
Then, a child approached Aiden and stabbed him from behind.
"You killed my parents, you criminal!" the boy shouted, his voice filled with rage, grief, and hatred.
Without hesitation, Aiden cut the boy in half.
He spoke, cold and unfeeling:
"Yeah, I killed everyone you loved. Is that a problem for me? Why would I care about anyone but myself?
This is the truth about people like me—and people like you. You cling to childish ideals like love and family, but they don't change what you are.
A soul that lies, betrays, and manipulates for gain... Love, loyalty, friendship—don't you think it's all pathetic?"
Aiden and Gabriel entered the Heavenly Court, its towering pillars bathed in divine light. Countless angels surrounded them, their eyes cold, watching silently as Aiden stood in the center like a shadow among stars.
The Judge rose from his throne, his voice echoing across the vast hall.
"You criminal—Valerin Aiden. You betrayed Heaven. You killed God Himself and destroyed the Heavenly Kingdom. Worse still, you absorbed demonic spiritual energy in pursuit of power, and you murdered an innocent child. Do you have any objections?"
Aiden raised his head, blood still fresh on his robes. His expression was calm, eyes sharp.
"No. And I don't regret anything."
Gasps rippled through the courtroom.
"You filthy traitor!" the Judge thundered.
"According to the laws of Heaven, you are guilty. Prepare to face execution!"
Aiden chuckled—a dark, bitter sound that silenced the room.
"The laws of Heaven? How interesting. If we truly follow those laws, then I am not guilty."
He took a step forward, his voice firm.
"All of you believed in that prophecy. Everyone turned against the god Cyrus to stop it. I did my duty as a Seraphim. I followed orders—even when you all lost faith."
He turned, addressing the crowd of angels.
"And that 'innocent' child? He stabbed a Seraphim—me. According to Heaven's own laws, that's a crime punishable by death."
He pointed a finger at the Judge, eyes glowing faintly.
"Even you... you insulted a Seraphim. That alone demands judgment. You want justice? Then apply it to yourselves first."
A heavy silence fell.
"And as for the demonic power..."
He raised his hand, dark energy flickering around his fingertips.
"Yes, I absorbed it. Is that your real concern? Or are you afraid of what I've become?"
He looked up at the ceiling of the court.
"You can't execute me. Not yet. Cyrus's son is still alive. And he's coming to destroy Heaven. If you kill me now, you doom yourselves."
The Judge clenched his fist in fury, his voice trembling with rage.
Before he could speak, Aiden leaned in slightly and whispered, just loud enough for the angels nearby to hear:
"Do you really think you can win this battle?"
He smirked.
"You can't defeat me with your pathetic rules. I don't even believe in rights and rules."
Aiden stepped out of the grand heavenly court, the heavy doors closing behind him with a dull echo. The weight of judgment still lingered in the air, but his mind was already elsewhere.
He turned to Vlad, his tone sharp and unwavering.
"Hey, Vlad. Tell me everything that happened in Hell."
Vlad gave a short nod. "Yes. Lucifer and Cyrus's son—he calls himself Nameless—are both in Hell. Lucifer brought someone with him. The man looked gravely injured. Later, a human from the [name of the church] arrived alongside Nameless. She wasn't alone… she has a demon as her companion."
Aiden's expression shifted subtly. His eyes narrowed the moment he heard the name of the church.
"From the [name of the church], you say?" he muttered, more to himself than to Vlad. "Interesting… So that man really followed the path we laid out."
He paused for a moment, then pulled out a small, glowing artifact. Its shape was celestial, yet ominous.
"Vlad, take this Seraphim artifact to Eloria. And tell Scarlet... not to use it. It's far too dangerous."
A strange, knowing smile curved Aiden's lips—calm, yet unnerving.
"Yes, Aiden," Jester responded quietly, his voice filled with both obedience and caution.
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Meanwhile in hell
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Meanwhile, in Helios's room, Lucifer stepped inside.
"Well, how's the meteorite boy doing?" Lucifer said with a smug grin.
"Yeah, fuck you too," Helios muttered, then leaned back against the wall. "But hey, can I tell you something?"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Ask away.
Helios looked down at his hand, his fingers curling into a fist. "Ever since I got this power… I've felt like my soul is unstable. Like something inside me keeps tearing itself apart."
He paused, then looked up, a strange glint in his eyes.
"But after that fight with that guy… something's changed. It feels more stable now."
Lucifer's smile faded slightly as he watched Helios's grip tighten.
After some time Lucifer went to nameless
"Hey, Nameless… we need to discuss our plan," Lucifer said, his voice calm but urgent. "But first, we have to deal with that poison in your body."
"And how exactly do you plan to remove it?" the Nameless asked, skeptical.
"I can handle it—with my ability: Dark Ether," Lucifer replied, a faint smirk curling on his lips.
The Nameless hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I'm not sure... but I'll trust you."
A strange smile plastered itself across Lucifer's face. "Then let's begin."
He placed his hand on the Nameless' chest and activated his ability.
Suddenly, Lucifer winced. A sharp pain surged through his skull, and blood began to drip from his eyes.
"That bastard Aiden… What kind of poison is this?" Lucifer growled through gritted teeth. "I don't know if I can remove it completely, but I can weaken it."
The Nameless screamed. His veins felt like they were being shredded by blades, and blood spilled from his mouth.
"I'll be done soon…" Lucifer muttered to himself. "This poison is unbelievably strong. No wonder Cyrus was weakened by it. But how… how the hell did Aiden even create such a thing?"
After a long minute, Lucifer pulled back his hand, breathing heavily. "I've finished weakening it. But remember—it's still in you. Don't do anything stupid."
The Nameless clenched his fist. He could feel the difference. His strength had returned—partially.
"I feel stronger than before," he said.
Lucifer shook his head. "That's just because there's less poison in your system. Now that the purification is complete, let's get back to the plan."
Lucifer's eyes darkened. "Our common enemy is Aiden—the strongest Seraphim in Heaven. But don't worry, we've already prepared some antidotes for his powers. Besides, his strength has weakened since the Outer Gods punished him."
He turned and called out, "Let me introduce your companion. Hey, Machiavelli! Come here, you brat."
A tall, cold-eyed figure walked into the room.
"This is Machiavelli," Lucifer said. "My right hand—and your new partner ."
The Nameless sized him up. "Is he strong?"
Lucifer gave a half-smile. "The strongest person in Hell… after me."
Machiavelli crossed his arms. "Whatever."
The Nameless nodded. "It's a pleasure working with you."
"Sure," Machiavelli muttered indifferently.
Lucifer clapped once. "Now, to the plan. Nameless, Machiavelli—you'll face Aiden. I, along with the rest of the Sins, will take on the Seraphim."
"Me and Machiavelli against Aiden?" the Nameless asked. "Is he really that strong?"
Lucifer's expression turned grim. "Aiden isn't just any angel. He's a Seraphim in name … and beyond that, an angel born of the Valerin Clan. He inherited the spirit ability—he can manipulate spirits, weaponize them, and absorb them to grow stronger. But his most dangerous skill is the Reverse Spirit… it reverses everything."
"Reverse everything?" the Nameless echoed in disbelief.
"Yes. But since the punishment, its power has weakened. You can beat him… I think."
The Nameless's eyes narrowed. "Then we need a strategy."
Lucifer nodded. "Be careful. His strength isn't the scariest thing about him—his mind is. He's a master manipulator. I don't know what he's planning for you, but trust me, he always has a plan."
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Meanwhile, in Heaven...
"Hey Albert, where's that criminal Aiden?" Eloria asked, her voice unusually cheerful.
Albert frowned. "He disappeared after the court. We haven't been able to locate him."
"Then tell Michael to start —"
"No need for that," a voice interrupted.
Aiden stepped into the hall, his presence like a shadow falling over the light.
"You deceiving bastard!" Eloria snapped, rage flaring in her voice. "Did you lie about the prophecy?"
Aiden walked toward her with a wicked grin. "Weren't you the one who craved power? Weren't you the one who wants to kill her own father? And now you blame me?"
He leaned closer. "Cyrus? I never cared if he lived or died. He was just another stone in my path."
"You bastard! I'll—"
Before she could finish, Aiden's hand gripped her throat. A sharp flash of power surged through her, stealing a portion of her spiritual strength. He released her just as quickly.
"Don't worry," he said with a cold smirk. "You'll live… until I write your end."
"Soldiers! Execute him!" Eloria screamed.
But Aiden laughed. "You can't kill me. Your brother is already on his way… and he wants revenge.
He turned his back on them and walked out of the palace gates.
"Everything..." he whispered, "...is going according to plan."
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