Kokabiel's POV
Lucifer's headless body collapsed, blood pooling across scorched earth.
I stood over it, my body no longer fully mine. A shifting darkness studded with stellar light. The sword in my hand dripped with his blood.
The battlefield held its breath.
Then Indra laughed.
Not with mockery. A genuine, exhilarated laugh that echoed across the blood-soaked plains.
"Magnificent!" His eyes blazed with divine lightning, pupils crackling with barely contained power. "You killed the Morningstar in a single strike! The being who just slew your creator himself, cut down like he was nothing!"
I didn't respond to him. Something inside me was breaking. My memories, thoughts, emotions all fading. My life as ..... Did I lived another life? What was my name? Who am I?
I can't remember.
I promised someone... To watch over them...Who was It?
It's painful... But why? Why does it feel like I lost something..... what did I lose?
The three remaining Satans—Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Leviathan—stared at their leader's corpse. At the strongest among them reduced to meat and memory.
Beelzebub's face twisted. Grief. Rage. Terror mixing into something primal. "We need to—"
"Kill him," I interrupted quietly. My voice was... wrong. Multiple tones layered over each other, as if thousands of people spoke at once. "That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?"
They turned to me. All three. All the remaining Devil forces. Thousands of demons who'd watched their leader fall.
"He's not invincible!" Asmodeus said, his dislocated jaw making speech difficult. "Lucifer was able to kill god! If we all attack at once—"
Indra shook his head hearing them. "How foolish."
Beelzebub's power erupted. The Lord of Flies true form manifesting—a massive entity that seemed to consume light itself. "FOR LUCIFER!"
The Devil army charged as one.
I didn't move. Just raised my hand.
What followed wasn't a battle. It was an execution.
Compressed gravity wells formed above the charging army. Dozens of them. Each one pulling with the force of a collapsing star. Devils were ripped from the ground, pulled screaming into points of infinite density, crushed into nothing.
Beelzebub tried to consume the gravity itself—his nature as the Devourer fighting against the cosmic force. For a moment, it seemed to work. The gravity well destabilized, flickering.
Then I compressed it further.
Beelzebub exploded. His massive form unable to contain the gravitational pressure. Chunks of divine flesh scattered across the battlefield, dissolving into golden mist.
One Satan down.
Asmodeus attacked from behind, his remaining functional hand forming a blade of pure sin. The conceptual weapon that could cut through virtue itself, meant to sever my connection to Heaven's authority.
It struck my back.
I felt it. The blade carving away at my angelic nature. At the holiness that still remained in my core despite everything.
Did it hurt?
I couldn't tell. I wasn't allowed to feel anything.
I turned around slowly and looked at Asmodeus. Saw the triumph in his eyes—the belief that he'd found my weakness. Then his eyes widened in terror as he met my gaze, and tried to run.
Stellar fire erupted from my form. A beam of pure fusion energy that struck Asmodeus's center mass.
He tried to dodge but he was too slow. After all, what can be faster than light itself?
The beam caught him, and he simply... ceased to exist. Vaporized so completely that not even his ashes remained. Just a shadow burned into the scorched earth where he'd stood.
Two down.
Leviathan was already fleeing. The great serpent's survival instincts overriding loyalty or pride. Her massive form twisted through space, trying to reach the Underworld's depths.
I appeared in front of her.
"Perish," I said simply.
My hand touched her scaled hide. Where my fingers made contact, starlight spread. Consuming everything.
Leviathan thrashed, screamed, tried to break free. "Please...No!"
The starlight spread faster. Across her entire body. Through her entire being. Reducing the ancient Satan to nothing more than light and memory.
The four satans ceased to exist that day.
The remaining Devil forces lost all will and ran like... hell?
It was a complete, total rout. They scattered in every direction, abandoning all pretense of formation or strategy.
I let them run for exactly three seconds.
Then I pulled the void itself.
Not stars this time. The darkness between stars. The absence that made light meaningful. It spread across the battlefield like a wave, consuming everything it touched.
Any of them touched by the void got erased. they din't even have the chance to beg for mercy. They wouldn't recieve it anyway.
In less than a minute, the entire Devil army was gone. Thousands of devils reduced to nothing. The scorched earth now completely. Half of Underworld ceased to exist.
[Shadow Monarch: That was brutal.]
[Flash Goddess: He didn't even give them a chance. Just... erased them all.]
[Girl Who Loves Reading: The Devil faction is effectively extinct now. In under a minute.]
[Advocate of Gender Equality: No, they have still other factions that didn't fight. But Kokabiel.... are you alright?]
I barely registered their messages. My focus was already shifting.
To Indra.
The King of Gods stood with his remaining eleven gods. They'd watched the entire execution without interfering. Studied my techniques. Analyzed my fighting style.
"My lord," Varuna said carefully, divine water already coalescing around him defensively. "Perhaps we should reconsider—"
"Reconsider?" Indra's grin widened, showing teeth that crackled with internal lightning. "He just gave us the perfect gift! Heaven's forces have withdrawn. The Devils are extinct. God is dead. It's just him and us now! If we kill him, nothing stands between us and ruling the entire world!"
Rudra manifested his twin blades, weapons that could cut through the fabric of concepts themselves. "Indra, I watched what he did to our army. Three thousand to three hundred in mere moments. Then he just erased the entire Devil faction like they were insects. This isn't—"
"This is PERFECT!" Indra interrupted, his divine authority flaring. The air around him ionized, crackling with potential violence.
"We came here for conquest, didn't we? For opportunity? Well here it is! Twelve gods against one exhausted angel! We crush him here, now, then claim both Heaven and Hell as our spoils!"
The other gods shifted uncomfortably. They'd seen what I'd done. Watched stars fall like rain. Witnessed conceptual darkness erase armies.
But Indra was their king. Their commander. And his confidence was infectious.
"He's right," one of the minor gods said. "Look at him. He's barely holding that form. That transformation, whatever it is, it's unstable. The cracks are spreading. He's vulnerable."
They were wrong and right at the same time.
I was unstable. My stellar form flickering at the edges, cracks spreading through the compressed starlight that comprised my being. The fight with the Dragon Emperors, the systematic obliteration of the Swarga army, the execution of Lucifer and the Satans, it had all cost me.
But vulnerable? No.
Just tired. So very tired.
[Shadow Monarch: They're making a mistake. A fatal one.]
[Flash Goddess: Kokabiel-san isn't responding to messages anymore. That's... concerning.]
[Girl Who Loves Reading: His form is destabilizing. Whatever he's become, it's not sustainable.]
I couldn't respond to them. Could barely perceive the chat interface anymore. My consciousness was narrowing, focusing down to a single point. Fulfilling the promise I'd made.
Protect Heaven. Eliminate threats. No matter the cost.
"Come then," I said. My voice echoed strangely—multiple tones layered over each other, some human, some not. "Show me why you're called gods."
Indra moved first.
He was fast. Faster than the Dragon Emperors. His body covered the distance between us in less than a heartbeat. The Vajra in his hand crackled with divine lightning, each spark carrying enough power to vaporize mountains.
The weapon came down with the weight of divine authority behind it.
I blocked with my sword. Compressed starlight met divine lightning.
BOOM!
The impact created a shockwave that carved a crater miles wide. Everything within miles was flattened. Broken weapons, corpses, rocks, all reduced to nothing by the pressure wave alone.
The weaker god suffered injuries just by staying there. But Indra, Varuna and Rudra held on. Being one of the top 10 strongest beings wasn't just for show.
We stood at the center, staring at each other.
Indra's grin widened. "Good! You can still fight!"
Before I could respond, pain exploded across my back.
Rudra. His conceptual blade had cut through space itself to reach me, bypassing my defenses entirely. The wound wasn't physical—it was deeper. A cut in the concept of what I was.
I stumbled forward. Indra capitalized immediately, his vajra coming around for another strike.
I twisted, barely avoiding a blow that would have taken my head. The lightning grazed my shoulder instead, burning away stellar matter, leaving a smoking wound that slowly started to regenerate.
But it felt like just a scratch.
Varuna attacked from my left with the concept of water. Every ocean, every river, every drop of moisture in existence given form and weight. It crashed over me like a tsunami made of pure authority.
I was driven back somehow. The pressure immense. Crushing. Not just physical but conceptual—the weight of water itself pressing down on my existence.
They're not just strong. They're coordinated. They've fought together for millennia.
I released a pulse of starfire. The water evaporated instantly, steam exploding outward in a massive cloud that covered the entire battlefield.
I used it to create distance, pulling back a hundred meters in a single motion. I was barely holding back the immense power that was threating to consume me, consume everything.
And if I let go, this world shall cease to exist.
I couldn't allow it.
The nine minor gods were already in position. They'd used the steam to surround me, forming a perfect circle. Each one positioned at a cardinal point, their divine authorities flaring in preparation. Sanskrit verses appeared in their palms.
They were trying to...seal me?
How foolish.
I unleashed a little bit more power, and the seals that were appearing vanished.
Indra realized it was futile. "It's kill or be killed now! attack with all you got. Don't hold back anything or you will die!"
They attacked simultaneously. Nine different divine authorities hitting me from nine different angles.
Fire that burned concepts, making the very idea of my existence combust. Wind that cut dimensions, slicing through the layers of reality I occupied. Earth that crushed space itself, compressing the area I existed in.
Light that blinded reality, making it impossible for anything to perceive or be perceived. Darkness that consumed existence, eating away at my form. Metal that pierced causality. Wood that grew through probability. Water that drowned possibility. Lightning that shocked potential itself.
Nine attacks. Nine concepts. All hitting simultaneously.
I defended barely. My sword moved faster than thought, blocking what I could. My stellar form absorbed what I couldn't block, the compressed starlight taking damage in my place.
A blade pierced my side, one of the conceptual attacks breaking through. I felt the wound destabilize, the stellar matter around it losing cohesion.
It seems Indra had empowered them before the battle. Such attacks would never be able to reach me otherwise.
I destroyed the god responsible with a point-blank star, but the damage was done. My regeneration was slowing.
Another god's attack caught my leg, the wood concept growing through my form like roots through stone. I felt the limb destabilize, losing definition and solidity.
They were overwhelming me through sheer numbers and coordination. And I had to hold back from the power unleashing.
A thought came to mind. Why hold back? Let it all out. Destroy everything. Engulf the world in darkness.
An Eternal Night.
But I shook my head to erase it. I won't be a mindless beast. I can't.
Indra came through the chaos like lightning given purpose. His vajra struck my chest dead center, the full force of the King of Gods behind it.
The impact sent me flying. I crashed through a rock formation, through the ruins of what had once been a building, finally slamming into the scorched earth hard enough to create another crater thirty meters wide.
I tried to stand. My form flickered dangerously. The cracks spreading faster now. Barely holding together.
[Last Master of Humanity: He's losing! Kokabiel san is actually losing!]
[The Fool: No. Watch his eyes. He's analyzing them.]
Klein was right. Even as I struggled to maintain form, my mind was working with cold precision.
Indra is the key. Strongest. Fastest. Most aggressive. The others coordinate around him. If I can isolate him—
But they wouldn't let me.
Rudra and Varuna flanked Indra constantly. The three of them formed a core that the nine minor gods supported in perfect coordination. It was quite formidable.
I pulled myself up slowly. Created a dozen spears of compressed starlight and launched them at different targets.
The gods scattered. Some dodged with supernatural grace. Some blocked with their divine authorities.
One was too slow—the spear took him through the chest. He exploded into divine essence, golden light scattering.
Eleven remained.
They regrouped instantly. No mourning for their fallen comrade. Just professional adjustment to changed numbers and new tactical positions. They've done this before.
Indra attacked again. I met him head-on this time, unwilling to keep giving ground.
We traded blows so fast that reality couldn't keep up with our movements. Space cracked around us, fissures spreading like broken glass. Time stuttered, moments repeating or skipping entirely.
He was strong. Incredibly strong. Each strike made my arms go numb. Each impact drove me back a step despite my resistance. The King of Gods wasn't just powerful, he was skilled at wielding his authority.
But I'd fought the Dragon Emperors. I knew how to handle overwhelming power.
I redirected one of his strikes instead of blocking directly. Used his momentum against him, turning his strength into a liability. My sword caught his side, cutting through divine armor that should have been impenetrable, drawing golden blood.
Indra laughed. "Yes! THAT'S what I wanted! Show me more!"
His counterattack was immediate and even more ferocious. The vajra came around faster than before, empowered by pain and excitement rather than hindered by injury.
It caught my sword arm. The lightning didn't just burn, it Shattered the stellar matter completely. My weapon arm disappeared below the elbow, the inky black sludge repairing it immediately.
I recreated it instantly, pulling from my reserves, but it cost energy. Energy I was running out of. The new arm formed but felt less stable than the original. I needed to use more power, but I was afraid what that might cause.
The gods struck again together. Another perfectly coordinated assault from all directions.
I tried to defend. Blocked eight attacks. The other three hit.
The damage was catastrophic. My form shattered partially, stellar energy bleeding out in streams of light. I was forced to pull myself back together, spending more precious energy on regeneration.
I can't win like this. I need to—
"You're weakening!" Indra's voice cut through my thoughts. "I can see it! The cracks are spreading! Even the Heaven's Wrath has limits!"
He was right. I was weakening. Not because my power was depleting—my reserves were still vast. But because the effort of maintaining control, of holding this form together while fighting these gods, was grinding me down mentally and spiritually.
I need to end this. But how? If I keep fighting defensively, they'll wear me down. If I go fully offensive, the world might be destroyed.
I need something they won't expect. Something that changes the entire dynamic.
Indra's weapon cut deep, carving through layers of compressed starlight. Starlight, my essence, literally poured from the wound like blood.
The pain was distant but present. A reminder that I could still be hurt.
Fine. No more holding back. No more trying to maintain perfect control.
I stopped defending entirely. Just stopped. Let their next coordinated attack hit without any resistance.
Indra's lightning. Rudra's blades. Varuna's water. All nine minor gods' techniques simultaneously.
The damage was apocalyptic. My form shattered completely, stellar energy scattering across the battlefield in a massive explosion of light and force.
For a single, critical moment, the gods thought they'd won.
They were wrong.
I'd scattered myself deliberately. Spread my consciousness across the stellar fragments like seeds on wind. And from those fragments, I attacked.
Eleven points of stellar fire erupted simultaneously. Each one targeting a different god. Each one containing enough energy to annihilate a city.
Three of the minor gods died instantly. Caught completely off-guard, their defenses focused outward rather than on the scattered fragments around them. Consumed by stellar fusion before they could even scream.
Only eight gods remained now of the twelve.
I reappeared at the center of the battlefield. My form was badly damaged, cracks spiderwebbing across every surface, but I'd evened the odds significantly.
"Clever," Indra admitted. His expression had shifted—less excited, more serious. The playful warrior giving way to the experienced commander. "You're willing to risk complete destruction to create openings. That's... actually concerning."
I didn't respond. I was barely holding onto my control.
We clashed again.
This time was different. No more testing. No more probing for weaknesses. Just pure, absolute violence.
Indra's lightning carved away at my form with every strike, each bolt precisely targeted at the cracks in my structure. Rudra's blades cut at my essence, each strike removing pieces of what I was. Varuna's water tried to drown my consciousness. The five remaining minor gods supported with perfect timing, their attacks always coming at the exact moment I was most vulnerable.
I gave back everything they gave. Stars fell continuously, like endless barrages of stellar fire.
Gravitational wells formed and collapsed, creating temporary black holes that tried to consume the gods. Nuclear fire erupted wherever they stood, turning the battlefield into a hellscape of fusion reactions.
The fundamental forces that governed stellar existence became my weapons—gravity, electromagnetism, strong nuclear force, weak nuclear force, all of them weaponized and unleashed.
The battlefield became hell made manifest. Space itself was breaking down under the strain, cracks spreading through reality like a broken mirror. Dimensional boundaries wearing thin, other worlds visible through the fractures. I felt an entity trying to break through the boundaries.
I think it's name was Regalzeva? We locked eyes for a moment, before the boundaries started fixing itself under DxD world will. I could still feel the malice in his six eyes that stayed locked until the boundaries repaired again
Time became meaningless, effects sometimes preceding causes, moments existing in the wrong order.
Two more gods fell. One was caught in a black hole that compressed him beyond the point of no return. Another was consumed by stellar fusion, his divine essence scattered across dimensions.
Six remained. Indra. Rudra. Varuna. Three others whose names I still didn't know.
All of us were damaged. Badly. My form was barely holding together, more cracks than solid matter now. Indra's armor was completely shattered, golden blood streaming from dozens of wounds. Rudra was missing an arm, the stump leaking divine essence. Varuna's water form kept destabilizing, losing cohesion before reforming.
We were all on our last legs. One more major exchange and someone would die. Not me, but perhaps my consciousness.
"This is it," Indra panted, his breathing labored for the first time. "Final push. Either we end you or you end us."
We all released everything. Every reserve. Every technique we'd been saving. Every bit of power we'd been hoarding for a final desperate moment.
Indra's lightning became a storm that covered the entire battlefield and beyond. Not individual bolts but a continuous assault, lightning so dense it was nearly solid. Each strike carried his full divine authority, the weight of the King of Gods behind it.
Rudra's blades cut through dimensions themselves. Not just space—entire dimensions. Slicing through reality layers, severing connections between worlds, carving reality apart at its seams.
Varuna's water became an ocean that existed in all places simultaneously. Everywhere and nowhere, drowning everything in divine authority given liquid form.
The three minor gods unleashed their full divine authorities without restraint. One brought forth primordial fire that had burned since creation. I think it was Agni?
Another summoned winds that had blown before time itself began. The third called upon the earth from before the world was fully ormed.
I pulled the void between stars. The absence that existed before light was created. The nothing that made something possible.
We collided at the center.
Reality shattered like broken glass.
The explosion was absolute. Not just destructive, existence itself temporarily stopped in a sphere kilometers wide. Matter, energy, space, time, all of it simply ceased for a fraction of a second.
When existence resumed, when reality reasserted itself, the battlefield was transformed.
A crater several kilometers across had been carved into the Underworld. The walls glowed with residual energy. The air itself had been replaced, pulled from other dimensions to fill the vacuum.
And in the center, barely visible through the settling dust and energy discharge, figures remained standing.
The minor gods were all dead now. Simply erased by the forces involved, unable to withstand the collision of divine authorities.
Three gods remained. Indra. Rudra. Varuna. All barely standing, their injuries severe enough that any one of them would have been fatal under normal circumstances.
And me.
I was on one knee. My form flickering like a dying star. Cracks spreading faster than I could repair them. The stellar energy that comprised my being literally bleeding away into nothing.
This is it. I'm at my limit. One more exchange and I'll completely destabilize. My form will collapse and I'll—
Something inside me pulsed. The spiral. The infinite pathway I'd always felt in my core but never truly understood. It was calling to me. Offering power. Demanding attention.
No. Can't. If I touch that, I might not come back. Might lose everything that makes me... me.
Indra raised his vajra with trembling hands. Blood—golden divine ichor—dripped from his mouth. "Good fight. Best I've had in millennia. But it ends here."
The three gods gathered their remaining power. What little they had left. Prepared for one final, desperate attack.
I had nothing left. My reserves were empty. My form was failing. My consciousness was fragmenting.
I'm going to lose. Going to fail. Going to break my promise to protect Heaven.
Unless...
I looked inward. At the spiral.
At the infinite pathway that had always been there, waiting patiently. Calling to me since the moment I'd arrived in this world.
Just a touch. Just enough power to finish this. Then I'll pull back. I won't let it consume me.
That should be fine, right?
I reached for it.
The moment my consciousness touched the spiral, everything changed.
Power flooded through me. Ancient and beyond comprehension. Wrong in ways I couldn't articulate. But Absolutely overwhelming.
My form stabilized instantly. The cracks filled with something else, something that was darker than void and brighter than stars simultaneously. Something that existed outside normal causality.
The Heaven's Key that Yahweh had entrusted to me before his death began to pulse suddenly. It had been dormant since that moment, integrated into my being but inactive, waiting.
Now it resonated with this new power. The two forces, stellar and whatever this ancient thing was, began to merge.
Indra felt the sudden shift. His eyes widened in genuine fear. "What is—RETREAT! EVERYONE RETREAT NOW!"
Too late.
The merger completed in an instant. My form exploded outward. Becoming something that existed on multiple layers of reality simultaneously.
The stream that was going also violently flickered. Even the collective world wills had difficulty showing it. It was something that shouldn't be seen by mortal eyes.
[The Fool: The stream! Something's going wrong with the stream!]
[Flash Goddess: It's glitching! Kokabiel, can you hear us?!]
I couldn't respond. Could barely think. The power was too much. Consuming everything I was and replacing it with something new.
The three gods attacked desperately to stop it. All their remaining power in one final, desperate assault.
It hit me. Did nothing. The attacks just passed through as if I wasn't there. As if I existed in a state between presence and absence.
Because I wasn't there. Not entirely. I was becoming something else. Something that existed in ways reality wasn't designed to accommodate.
"What kind of creature are you?" Indra whispered, genuine terror in his voice for the first time in his ancient existence.
I tried to answer. Couldn't. My voice was gone. My thoughts fragmenting. Everything I was dissolving into this new existence like salt in water.
The battlefield went dark. The darkness that exists between stars given form, swallowing everything.
[Advocate of Gender Equality: I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!]
[Shadow Monarch: This kind of power.. they're beyond measurement. This is impossible. Even watching it makes me feel weak and helpless.]
[Flash Goddess: Kokabiel! Please! Answer us!]
The darkness cleared away slowly, reluctantly.
I stood at the center. But not as I had been.
My Origin Star form was still there, but changed. Integrated with something else that defied description. Something that pulsed with the rhythm of creation itself.
And behind me, visible now to all who looked, was the spiral. The infinite pathway. No longer hidden inside my core but manifested in reality, a stairway that led up into the infinite.
It called to me. Welcomed me. Promised completion.
The gods stared. Indra's mouth worked soundlessly, unable to form words.
I looked at them.
Indra managed to say one word.
"Run."
They didn't need to be told twice. All five gods fled. No coordination. No formation. Just pure survival instinct overriding everything else. They scattered in different directions, using every technique they possessed to increase distance.
But there was nowhere left to run. The endless darkness made it impossible.
The spiral pulsed stronger now. Pulling me towards it.
I tried to resist. Tried to pull back from the power. To return to what I'd been.
But I Couldn't. The merger was complete. The process had begun. There was no going back.
[Last Master of Humanity: Kokabiel?! What's happening?! The stream is...]
[The Fool: It's showing something else. Not the battlefield. Something... cosmic.]
I heard an ancient voice in my head. It was nothing like any sound in existence. It spoke to me with a gentleness that I couldn't comprehend. "Welcome home... my child."
Who was it? I couldn't tell.
But I did what anyone can do. I moved forward, embracing the cosmos.
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Indra is currently on top 4, on par with biblical god, stronger than Ddraig and Albion. In this AU, he even fought Shiva to a standstill before being overpowered. It will be mentioned later.
I don't have detailed knowledge on the Hindu pantheon, just whatever I found on DxD wiki and some other shows.
Kokabiel officialy has lost all memories as Arthur. He feels something is missing, but can't tell what exactly.
Very sad. Anyway, the battle kinda got out of my control. I wanted to make it shorter, but any less wouldn't capture what's coming next.