Kokabiel PoV
I closed my eyes for a moment to prepare myself.
"They timed this perfectly," I observed coldly. "Waited until everyone was fully committed. Yahweh fighting Lucifer. Michael engaged with three Satans. Gabriel dealing with the Fallen. Azrael and Metatron occupied with the Sins.
No one available to support the rear. Except me. "
Indra's smile widened as he surveyed the reduced angel forces. "I see your army is... rather diminished diminished. Most of your strength is occupied elsewhere. Your rear is exposed."
He spread his hands in a gesture of mock sympathy. "That seems like poor tactical planning on your part, Mr. Heaven's Wrath."
"Is that so?" My voice was flat. Empty of emotion. I hated it, maybe even feared that one day I'll lose all my emotions, cease to be a human or an angel.
"I have three thousand Devas at my back." Indra gestured to his army with obvious pride. "Twelve supreme gods. Myself, the king of gods. What do you have?"
Kokabiel's gaze swept across the Swarga forces. Counted them. Assessed them. Then his eyes returned to Indra.
"Myself," I said simply. "That's all I need."
The words hung in the air.
Indra's smile faltered slightly. "You're serious. You think you alone can—"
"I know I can," I interrupted. "The question is whether you're foolish enough to try it anyway."
Behind Indra, Rudra shifted uncomfortably. He whispered under breath. "Maybe we should call Shiva, just in case."
Indra glared at him. "Do you mean I am so weak that I can't even kill an angel?"
Varuna, the god of water sighed. "It's not that. But we have to consider the casualties this might cause."
The other gods exchanged glances. They'd all heard the reports. Ddraig and Albion, two of the strongest beings in existence, even on par with Indra, had been killed by this angel. Turned into Sacred Gears.
But Indra's pride wouldn't let him back down. Not now. Not after committing this far.
"Bold words,angel." Indra said, lightning crackling more intensely around his eyes. "Let's see if you can back them up."
He raised his hand.
[Advocate of Gender Equality: OH FUCK HERE IT COMES]
[Shadow Monarch: Three thousand against one. This is going to be brutal.]
[Flash Goddess: Or very short. Depending on how serious Kokabiel-san is.]
Indra's voice boomed across both armies. "KILL THEM ALL! LEAVE NONE ALIVE! THIS WORLD BELONGS TO US NOW!"
The Swarga army roared. Three thousand voices unified in battle-cry. They charged.
Kokabiel's forces tensed. Five hundred angels preparing to meet three thousand Devas.
Impossible odds.
I remained perfectly still. Watched the charging army with empty eyes.
Then I sighed.
"This is where the end begins," I muttered to myself. "Let's make it a memorable one."
I snapped my fingers. The sound was quiet. Almost casual.
The sky above them tore open.
Reality itself ripped apart like cloth. The red sky of the Underworld shredded, revealing the cosmos beyond, infinite darkness studded with infinite light.
And from that tear, stars began to fall.
Actual stars. Burning celestial bodies ripped from their places in the universe and compressed into weapons. Each one capable of killing gods in one strike.
The Swarga vanguard saw them coming. Looked up. Saw their deaths descending in the form of stellar fire.
Understanding dawned. Then terror.
"SCATTER!" Indra screamed, his confidence evaporating. "SCATTER! SPREAD OUT!"
Too late.
The first star hit the vanguard.
The explosion was absolute. A sphere of stellar fire expanded outward—not just burning, but erasing. Matter touched by that fire didn't char or melt. It ceased to exist. Returned to base elements and scattered across dimensions.
The blast radius consumed everything in a hundred-meter sphere. Five hundred Devas gone in an instant. erased like they never even existed.
The shockwave hit next. A wall of force that threw Devas like ragdolls. Armor shattered. Bones broke. Divine beings who'd existed for millennia were reduced to broken bodies tumbling across scorched earth.
The heat came last. Residual stellar radiation that flash-burned everything within two hundred meters. Devas screamed as their flesh charred. Their divine armor turned molten, fusing with their skin.
[Advocate of Gender Equality: HOLY FUCKING SHIT]
[Shadow Monarch: ...]
[The Fool: That's... that's not a battle technique. That's world extinction-level power.]
The explosion was visible across the entire battlefield. Angels and devils both stopped fighting momentarily, turning to stare at the mushroom cloud rising from the rear.
Michael saw it. His eyes widened.
"Kokabiel... what are you planning to do?"
Gabriel saw it. Despite her empty state, something like awe broke through.
"Brother..."
Yahweh saw it. Even weakened, even dying, he felt the sheer magnitude of power unleashed. He smiled slightly.
"I made the right choice," he thought. "Heaven will survive this. He'll make sure of it."
Lucifer saw it too. His attack faltered for just a moment as he realized what kind of being Heaven still had in reserve.
"Dragon Emperors. He killed both Dragon Emperors. And now he's doing THIS! Even if I kill god, I still have to face him next."
Back at the rear guard, the second star fell.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
I stood at the center of it all, hand still raised, expression unchanged. Each star I pulled down was precisely targeted at the densest Swarga formations.
Two thousand Devas had charged. After four stars fell, maybe eight hundred remained.
And they weren't charging anymore.
They were fleeing. Trying desperately to escape the falling sky.
"REFORM!" Indra roared from his chariot. Lightning crackled around him as he tried to rally his forces. "REFORM THE LINES! CREATE BARRIERS! PROTECT—"
The fifth star fell directly toward Indra's position.
Rudra acted instantly. Pulled Indra's chariot back with a burst of divine power. The star impacted where they'd been standing seconds before.
The explosion vaporized another two hundred Devas who'd been trying to regroup nearby.
Indra stared at the carnage. At his army being systematically obliterated. At the angel standing alone, pulling down stars like it was nothing.
"What the hell are you?" Indra breathed. Not rhetorical. Genuine question born of genuine anger. Or was it fear?
My eyes met his across the distance. Cold. Empty. Infinitely dangerous.
"I'm the consequence of your actions," I said emotionlessly, myvoice somehow carrying clearly despite the chaos. "You were warned. You chose to ignore it."
I reached up again. But this time, I didn't pull more stars.
This time, I reached for something else entirely.
The void between stars. The darkness that exists in the spaces where light cannot reach. The absence that makes light meaningful.
Conceptual darkness. The opposite of Creation itself.
I pulled it down like a curtain.
Darkness fell across half the battlefield. Not natural darkness—conceptual. The absence of light given form.
In that darkness, I was everything and nothing. Presence and absence. Predator and executioner.
The Devas caught in that darkness screamed. Not from pain—from primal terror. The kind that comes from being confronted with something fundamentally wrong. Something that shouldn't exist.
Their divine light meant nothing. Their blessed weapons couldn't find targets. Their formations collapsed as they couldn't see each other.
And in that darkness, I moved.
Not fast. Not slow. Just... inevitable.
A Deva tried to defend. Raised his shield. My hand touched it. The shield dissolved along with the arm. Then the Deva himself. All returned to nothing.
Another tried to attack. Swung his blessed sword with millennia of training behind the strike. The blade passed through where I was. Found nothing.
Then I was behind him and touched him simply. The Deva couldn't even scream as his body was annihilated.
They died by dozens. By hundreds. Not through overwhelming force but through something worse, casual erasure.
Indra watched from outside the darkness. Watched his army die. Watched his perfectly timed ambush turn into a massacre.
"I will deal with him myself," he said quietly.
"My lord?" Rudra looked at him in shock.
"I SAID I'll kill him myself." Indra roared. "Sound the withdrawal! Get the weaker ones out of range! NOW!"
The signal went out. The surviving Devas—maybe three hundred of the original three thousand—broke and ran. Divine discipline shattered by primal survival instinct.
Indra charged at me with a roar, lightning crackling around his divine form. Rudra sent out violent gusts of wind that tore through. Varuna sent out a gigantic wave of water. The others following closely attacking in sync.
I waved lightly, and light spears rained down on them. The others had to defend themselves, but Indra was not backing down. His fist covered in lightning met mine glowing with starlight.
Boom!
The impact ruptured the eardrums of all nearby beings. The shockwave itself erased anything within a kilometer radius. My squadron had already retreated back to not get caught.
But the Devas nearby weren't so lucky. They howled in pain holding their bleeding ears,
Indra grinned. "You are not bad. To take this blow head on. But this isn't my full might, angel."
I looked at him in disinterest. "You might be strong, but you don't compare to those lizards."
Indra stared at me for a moment and burst out laughing. "Then let me show you why I am called the king of gods!" His powers exploded outwards, increasing drastically.
The five hundred angels stared at me. Most had never seen Heaven's Wrath truly unleashed. Had only heard stories.
Now they knew the stories were understatements.
[Shadow Monarch: ...I take back what I said. That wasn't a battle. That was pest control.]
[Flash Goddess: Three thousand to three hundred in minutes. That's not combat. That's extermination.]
[Girl Who Loves Reading: That guy will never forgive this. He just lost ninety percent of his army.]
[Advocate of Gender Equality: And now Kokabiel has a mortal enemy in the strongest pantheon in DxD. That's... that's really bad politically.]
[The Fool: Politics can wait. Watch the main battlefield. It's almost time.]
I looked toward the main battlefield. Toward where Yahweh and Lucifer fought.
My omniscience showed me the truth. Showed me the next few minutes in crystal clarity.
It's time.
*****
There was a huge explosion that covered the battlefield inthe north.
Yahweh's ancient staff finally shattered.
The crack that had been spreading finally reached critical mass. Lucifer's blade came down with all the weight of three millennia of rebellion behind it.
The ancient wood. older than recorded history, a piece of the Tree of Life itself—split down the middle with a sound like reality breaking.
Yahweh stumbled. Without the staff, his defense crumbled completely.
Lucifer's next strike was instinctive. His blade cut across Yahweh's chest.
The kind of wound that would kill anything. Golden blood poured from the gash.
Yahweh fell to his knees. Both knees this time. The strength to stand simply wasn't there anymore.
The battlefield seemed to fall quiet. Angels and devils both felt it—that moment when something fundamental shifted. When the impossible became real.
God was dying.
Actually dying.
Lucifer stood over his creator, his blade dripping golden blood. He stared at what he'd done.
At his Father kneeling before him, life pouring out onto scorched earth.
"This is it," Lucifer said. His voice was strange. Hollow. "I've actually done it."
Three millennia of war. Of rebellion. Of fighting for his ideals and his freedom and his right to choose his own path.
And it all came down to this moment. Standing over his Father with a killing blow already struck.
He'd thought he'd feel triumph. Vindication. The satisfaction of proving his point—that even God could be defeated. That perfection was a lie. That free will meant the creator could be surpassed.
Instead, he felt... empty. Hollow.
Like he'd won the battle but lost something more important.
"You were supposed to be invincible," Lucifer whispered. "Eternal. Perfect. You were God."
Yahweh looked up at him. Even now, even dying, that expression was gentle. Understanding. The look of a father watching his child hurt.
"I am what I need to be," Yahweh said quietly. His voice was weak. Fading. "And right now, I need to be mortal. I need to be something that can die."
"Why?" Lucifer's hand trembled on his blade. "Why are you doing this? Why are you making me—"
He couldn't finish. Couldn't say 'kill you.' The words stuck in his throat. Despite all his rebellion and hatred, he never truly thought he could kill god. He just wanted to prove his point, or die trying.
"Because you need to win," Yahweh said simply. Golden blood ran from his mouth now.
"Your entire cause is built on fighting me. On proving that my order was wrong. If I don't fall, the war continues forever. More deaths. More suffering. Thousands more of my children dying for a conflict that has no end."
"You're sacrificing yourself," Lucifer realized. "For us. For everyone. Even now. Even after everything we've done."
"Even now," Yahweh agreed. "I love all of you too much to do anything else."
Tears formed in Lucifer's eyes. The first he'd shed since the Fall.
"I hate you," he whispered, his voice breaking.
"I know."
"I hate that you're doing this. That you're making this my burden to carry."
"I know."
"I hate that I still love you. After everything. After all of it. I still—"
His voice broke completely. Lucifer, the Morningstar, first and strongest of the Fallen, Ruler of Hell's armies, was crying.
Yahweh smiled. It was sad. Proud. The smile of a father saying goodbye.
"I know that too, my son. I always knew."
The words hit Lucifer like physical blows. My son. Not 'fallen.' Not 'traitor.' Not 'enemy.'
My son.
"Don't call me that," Lucifer said, but there was no strength in it. "Please don't—"
"You never stopped being my son," Yahweh interrupted gently. "Even when you fell. Even when you stood against everything I built. Even now, with your blade in my chest. You were always my son. You always will be."
Something in Lucifer broke. Some wall he'd built over three thousand years finally crumbled.
"Then why didn't you stop me?!" he screamed. "If you loved me so much, why did you let me fall?! Why didn't you prevent this?!"
"Because I loved you enough to let you choose," Yahweh said. "Even when you chose wrong. Even when it hurt. Love without choice is just control. And I refused to control any of you."
Lucifer raised his blade with shaking hands. Tears still streaming.
"Lucifer," Yahweh said softly. "Finish it. Don't let my death be meaningless. End this war. Give everyone the peace they need."
"There won't be any peace as long as I..." Lucifer paused then let out a self deprecating laugh. "So that was your plan. To die together." He closed his eyes. "I don't deserve it...father."
"It's alright, my son. Let them write their story." Yahweh smiled gently despite the pain.
Across the battlefield, everyone felt it. The moment before. The held breath before the scream.
Michael felt it. His flames extinguished instantly. "Father!"
Gabriel felt it. Her serene mask shattered completely. "NO!"
Azrael felt it. His scythe fell from nerveless fingers. "Please no..."
Metatron felt it. Tears streaming down his face. "Not yet..."
Every angel on the battlefield felt their Creator's light dimming. Felt the connection that bound them to him—the thread that defined what they were—beginning to fray.
And Kokabiel, standing in the east among the ashes of Swarga's army, felt it too.
"Goodbye," he thought. "Thank you. For everything. I am sorry I couldn't call you father, despite you being one for me."
He closed his eyes. He couldn't watch this part.
Lucifer's blade descended.
It pierced Yahweh's heart.
For a moment, time stopped. The war itself paused.
Then light erupted.
Not divine essence. Pure light. The fundamental building block of Creation itself pouring out like water from a broken dam.
It was blinding. Angels and devils both had to shield their eyes or look away.
Yahweh gasped. Not from pain, from release. Like he'd been holding his breath for millennia and could finally exhale.
"Thank you," he whispered to Lucifer. "My son."
The light intensified. Spread. Consumed him.
And in that light, Yahweh smiled.
Then it faded.
When the light cleared, Yahweh's body remained. Still kneeling. Still with Lucifer's blade through his heart.
But empty. No life. No power. No divine presence.
The Biblical God was dead.
The battlefield went absolutely silent. Not a sound. Not a breath.
Every being there—angel and devil and Fallen alike—felt it. The moment Creation became orphaned. The instant the fundamental order of their existence changed forever.
Michael collapsed. Just fell to his knees as his legs gave out. "Father..."
His flames extinguished completely. All the strength that had let him fight three Satans, all the fury and desperation—gone. Replaced by a void so complete he couldn't even comprehend it.
"He's gone. Father is gone. He's really gone."
The three Satans looked at each other, they didn't feel victory, just an emptiness.
None of them attacked Michael. This moment was too big for petty warfare.
Gabriel screamed . A raw, broken sound that echoed across the plains. It wasn't a war cry or a battle shout. It was pure grief given voice.
Her sword fell from her fingers. Her wings went limp. She fell to her knees among the bodies of the Fallen she'd killed.
Father. Father Father Father—
The word repeated in her mind like a prayer. Like denial. Like if she thought it enough times, it wouldn't be real.
But it was real.
She could feel the absence where his presence had been. The connection every angel had to their Creator, was severed.
"No," she whispered. "No no no please no—"
The Fallen Angels she'd been fighting stopped. Stared at her. At Gabriel—always kind, always gentle—kneeling in blood and ashes and breaking.
None of them moved to attack.
Azrael and Metatron both fell.
The Seven Sins they'd been fighting paused, confused by the sudden lack of resistance.
"What just happened?" Pride asked.
Then it felt it. The conceptual shift. The death of something fundamental.
Even demons of sin understood loss.
Azrael stared at nothing. "He's gone. Father is gone."
Metatron's hands shook as he clutched his wound. "How do we... what do we..."
He couldn't finish. Didn't know how to.
The remaining deadly sins all attacked at once. They wanted to kill them while they had the chance. An attack pierced through Metatron who didn't even defend himself. For him, his existence lost all meaning. If god is dead, what was the point of his voice to remain?
Azrael held his broken body as he stared at the demons who suddenly stopped. A black wave of miasma erupted from Azrael, killing everythin it touched. The demons tried flee, but it was faster than them. When it touched them, they just fell like a puppet with it's strings cut.
But Azrael didn't pay attention. He just looked down at his brother and muttered, "Why?"
Metatron closed his eyes . "Because I no longer have a purpose. Farewell, brother." His hands fell limply.
****
Lucifer stared at his hands. At the blade covered in golden blood. At his Father's corpse kneeling before him.
"What have I done?" he whispered. "What have I done?"
He'd won. Defeated God. Proven his point. Showed that even the Creator could be overcome.
And it felt like the worst loss imaginable.
Lucifer fell to his knees beside his creator. His Father. The being he'd loved and hated and fought for thousands years.
He didn't know what to do anymore.
***
Kokabiel opened his eyes.
Felt the absence. The void where Yahweh's presence had been.
He looked at his rear guard. Five hundred angels all staring toward the center of the battlefield. All feeling the same emptiness.
"Maintain positions," Kokabiel ordered quietly. "Stay alert for sneak attacks."
His voice snapped them out of shock. They obeyed automatically, training overriding grief.
Kokabiel turned his attention back to the main battlefield. Saw Michael collapsed. Gabriel broken. Azrael broken, and Metatron lost.
"They need me. They all need me now."
But he couldn't go. Not yet. Had to ensure the rear stayed secure. Had to make sure Indra didn't rally and attack again.
So he waited. Watched. And felt the weight of Heaven's future settling onto his shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he thought to Yahweh's fading presence. "I'm sorry I let you die. But I'll keep my promise. I'll protect them. I'll make sure your sacrifice means something.
Goodbye."
The war wasn't over. The battle would continue. But the world had changed.
God was dead.
And nothing would ever be the same.
[Last Master of Humanity: ...]
[The Fool: ...]
[Advocate of Gender Equality: ...]
[Shadow Monarch: ...]
[Girl Who Loves Reading: ...]
[Flash Goddess: Rest well, Creator.]
The chat fell silent. Even beings from other worlds felt the weight of what had just happened.
A god had died. Not metaphorically. Not symbolically.
Really, truly died.
And the cosmos held its breath.
*****
Indra who was planning to retreat stopped. A twisted grin appeared on his face. The biblical god was dead. The heavens lost their leader. Although he had suffered some losses, compared to the 100,000 strong army Sawarga possessed, it was nothing.
Indra ordered coldly. " All of you, kill the angels. Start with the weaker ones. "
Rudra asked hesitantly. " Are you certain Indra? That angel might just go on a self destructive mode and take us down with him."
Indra glared at him. " Are you willing to return after suffering such humiliation? We must preserve our reputation and might."
His eyes landed on Gabriel who lost her will to fight and just stared blankly at her father's body. He smirked. " This qualifies as an Archangel? How pathetic."
His divine weapon vajra crackled with lightning in his hand. Varuna tried to stop him "Wait.."
But the strike flew towards Gabriel who looked at blindly. Perhaps she saw no point in dodging.
But suddenly, there was a gust of wind and a shadow covered her.
She looked up hesitantly and lost all words.
Kokabiel stood in front of him. No, it wasn't Kokabiel anymore. It didn't look like him at all.
The being looked like darkness itself , absorbing every speck of light. Yet the small dots on his form glowed , like stars in the night sky.
She whispered in disbelief. "Brother?"
But the the being didn't respond to her. Rather it spoke in a voice that sent shivers down everyones spine. "All angels, return to heaven. Take his body with you. I'll end this."
The angels were stunned. some tried to protest. Michael approached him without fear. "I will stay with you, brother."
The being spoke with difficulty. "Leave now! Before I lose control completely. I'll come back later."
Michael wanted to argue but he suddenly felt a wave of nausea. Kokabiels form pulsed, and sent out waves of foreign energy that started to leak. Michael gritted his teeth and ordered. "Everyone, return to heaven. If we stay here, Kokabiel can't go all out."
He carried away Gabriel who merely muttered. "Stay safe, brother."
The angels all left one by one. And nobody stopped them. All eyes were focused on the only angel that remained.
Lucifer looked calmly at him. "If you want to kill me, go ahead. But don't think I'll hold back..."
Splurt!
Lucifer's eyes widened, as did everyone elses. Indra clenched his fist. "This just became dangerous."
Because right in front of their eyes, before they could even blink, Kokabiel had cleaved Lucifer into two.
Lucifer's mouth opened to speak, but he couldn't speak.
Suddenly his world turned upside down.
The last thoughts Lucifer Morningstar had was, "So that's Heaven's Wrath, huh?" As his severed head fell into the ground. The 3 satans looked in disbelief as did his army. The strongest of the devils, taken out with a single swing of sword.
Within moments of his ultimate victory, the ruler of the devils, Lucifer Morningstar also perished, just like his father did.
******
Down with Migraine. I'll post next chapter when I feel better. I put it on timer atleast.😌