Kokabiel POV
Before I left Heaven, there were few more things I had to do.
The first was fixing the Underworld situation. Not out of the goodness of my heart, I didn't have enough heart left for that kind of sentiment.
No, this was purely practical.
The Devils, Fallen Angels, Dragons, and other potentially dangerous creatures needed containment. My plan was simple: consolidate them all in the Underworld, then seal it off from the human world. Clean, efficient, minimal future complications.
Michael was not pleased.
"You can't be serious," he said, rubbing his temples in that way he did when I'd proposed something particularly problematic. "Kokabiel, we're already understaffed. Without you here, Heaven's military strength drops significantly. And now you want to create a supernatural reservation that we'll need to monitor constantly? Not to mention they would be resentful and try to start another war even if it meant extinction. Nobody wants to be a prisoner for their whole life."
Azrael nodded from his position by the window, arms crossed. "He's right. The political implications alone are staggering. You're talking about forcing multiple species into cohabitation without any freedom. That's a recipe for civil war."
"Which would be contained in the Underworld, away from humans," I pointed out. "That's the entire purpose."
"Brother, please think about this more carefully," Michael pleaded. "We need time to plan this properly, to establish the right framework..."
I raised my hand to stop him. "I've already analyzed seventeen thousand four hundred and thirty-two potential outcomes. This approach has the highest success probability while minimizing human casualties."
Gabriel, who'd been silent until now, spoke up quietly. "And what about Devil casualties? Dragon casualties? Do they not matter?"
I paused. The question should have been simple to answer. They mattered less than human and angelic lives according to any logical hierarchy I could construct. But something in Gabriel's tone made me reconsider my response.
"They matter," I said slowly, testing the words. "But human protection is the priority. The Underworld consolidation serves both purposes, it protects humans while providing the supernatural species a territory of their own."
Gabriel smiled slightly. "That's better. At least you're trying."
Before Michael could continue his objections, I activated my Omniscience to examine the future timeline more carefully. I needed to see what would happen if I simply eliminated the Devil threat entirely. It would be cleaner, wouldn't it? No need for complicated political arrangements or overseeing.
That's when I saw it.
Evil Pieces.
The vision crystallized in my mind with perfect clarity. Devils in the future, creating chess pieces infused with their demonic powers. Things that could convert any species into half-Devil hybrids, reincarnating the dead, forcibly transforming the living. Increasing their numbers. Building armies.
Slavery with extra steps.
My hand clenched involuntarily. "I'm going to erase them."
"What?" Michael looked alarmed. "Erase who?"
"The Devils. All of them. I just saw something."
Before I could explain, my chat group system started pinging. Continuously. Urgently.
I frowned and opened it, expecting maybe Jin Woo with another crisis or Kazuma complaining about Aqua. Instead, I found private messages from... the DxD World Will?
That was new.
[DxD World Will: Don't you dare do it!]
[DxD World Will: Please, I'm begging you! My plot is going to be ruined!]
[DxD World Will: Keep the necessary ones alive, and you can kill the rest!]
[DxD World Will: I will literally destroy myself for a reboot if you don't stop!]
I stared at the messages. The World Will itself was... panicking? That was concerning on multiple levels.
Michael noticed my expression shift. "What's wrong?"
"I'm being contacted by something unusual. Give me a moment."
I excused myself , then typed back, genuinely curious now.
[Heaven's Wrath: Look, I understand there should be balance, but these Devils will enslave people against their own will. They're creatures that will be mostly a negative influence to the world. Why shouldn't I just erase them?]
The response came immediately.
[DxD World Will: Umm... look, I'm not saying you can't kill the bad ones! Kill as many bad ones as you want! I'm all for that! But if you end an entire species like that, it will make everyone else afraid. And fear will make them band together to attack Heaven. They might even summon beings from other worlds who can actually destroy my world.]
[DxD World Will: I know you're beyond anything that can harm you, but you're not like those asshole Outer Gods who just destroy everything without care just by being present. You actually TRY. You make an effort despite not needing to. You're learning how to be like everyone else, despite being an Outer God now.]
I felt something shift in my chest. Was that... appreciation? The sensation was faint, like an echo of an echo, but it was there.
The World Will continued before I could process it.
[DxD World Will: And mind you, your purpose is supposed to be The Blind Idiot's... partner in crime, I guess? Azathoth wakes up, everything goes boom, then you engulf the Omniverse into an Eternal Night till nothing remains. Then after you get bored, you create the rebirth of everything from scratch again. You are supposed to be the end and the beginning of everything.]
[DxD World Will: But you're not doing that. You're here, trying to protect one small world, trying to remember how to care about individual lives. That's... actually really beautiful in a terrifying cosmic horror sort of way.]
I raised an eyebrow. The World Will knew far more about my nature than it should. That level of awareness was impressive and slightly concerning.
[Heaven's Wrath: You know a lot about me. But why do you want me to spare them so badly? There has to be more to it than just plot.]
[DxD World Will: Every world will has a proper flow of time. A fixed linear path. That's necessary because otherwise it would be complete anarchy.
Since Yahweh died and you became like this, the timeline has already begun to diverge significantly. I'm holding it together somehow, but if you just erase an entire species, the flow of events will be completely destroyed. My origin essence will destabilize, the barrier will weaken, and then your Outer God pals will come knocking.]
[DxD World Will: And you know how they are. They'll end everything. Consume it all. Even if you survive, what about everyone else? What about Heaven? Your siblings? The humans you're trying to protect?]
That gave me pause. The World Will was right. My presence had already disrupted countless timelines. Total species extinction would create cascade failures across the dimensional fabric. And if other Outer Gods found a way in...
I needed more information. I activated my Omniscience fully, pushing past the World Will's frantic objections, and looked into the future it was so desperate to protect.
I saw the so-called protagonist of this world.
And immediately regretted everything.
His name was Hyoudou Issei. A human teenager who would one day become a Devil, wielding one of the most powerful Sacred Gears in existence. On paper, he should have been impressive. The Red Dragon Emperor. A being of immense potential.
But his mind was an absolute wasteland.
I tried to read his thoughts, to understand what drove this supposedly pivotal character. That was a mistake. A catastrophic mistake.
His mind contained nothing but female breasts. Just breasts. Breasts in every possible configuration. And beneath it all, a constant chant echoing through his consciousness like a mantra from the deepest pits of madness:
"OPPAI! OPPAI! OPPAI! OPPAI! OPPAI!..."
The mental contact felt like being assaulted by a particularly enthusiastic and intellectually deficient howler monkey. Somehow, impossibly, his sheer obsessive focus actually affected my mind.
Me. An Outer God. Affected by a teenage human's breast fixation.
I severed the connection immediately, actually breathing roughly for the first time in centuries. My hands were shaking. I felt something I hadn't felt since my transformation, genuine disgust mixed with what might have been horror.
Gabriel was at my side instantly. "Brother? What happened? You look... disturbed."
"I'm killing that human," I said flatly.
Michael blinked. "What human? What are you talking about?"
I typed into the chat, ignoring my siblings' concerned looks.
[Heaven's Wrath: I'm killing that human. The protagonist. Hyoudou Issei. He's an affront to all sapient existence.]
[DxD World Will: NOOOO! YAMETE KUDASAI ONII-CHAN!]
I stared at the screen. Was the World Will seriously using anime tropes on me? I did know what it's supposed to mean, but was it supposed to convince me?
[Heaven's Wrath: Is that supposed to stop me?]
[DxD World Will: Tch, uncultured bastard. I liked your old self better. How about this, I'll help you regain your emotions, although your memories are beyond my reach.]
That made me pause. I looked up at Gabriel, who was watching me with worried eyes, then at Michael's concerned frown. Getting my emotions back... that would fix so much. I could properly care about them again. Feel what I should be feeling.
[Heaven's Wrath: How?]
[DxD World Will: I'll share part of my origin essence with you, make you more connected to my world. It will help you connect with everything—emotions, experiences, the whole package. Although it will weaken me considerably. But I have a big bad Outer God in my world who will protect me now, right? :3]
[DxD World Will: expectant_cat.jpg]
I considered the offer carefully. The World Will was essentially offering to sacrifice part of itself to help me recover. That was... significant.
And if I was being honest, I didn't care about this world beyond protecting Heaven due to my previous attachments. But if I could feel again...
[Heaven's Wrath: Fine. I can agree to it. But I will change some things.]
[DxD World Will: Like what? Please don't say you're going to kill Issei. I've invested so much character development in that oppai-obsessed idiot.]
[Heaven's Wrath: Nobody can be forced to convert by Evil Pieces unless they willingly consent to it. The reincarnation system needs free will protections built in at the fundamental level. I will also create Angelic Pieces similar to them to bolster Heaven's numbers. I know good can't exist without evil, but I won't let the Devils do as they please.]
There was a long pause.
[DxD World Will: Fair enough. Just don't go all Deus Vult on me and start another Holy War.]
[Heaven's Wrath: I'm trying to prevent wars, not start them.]
[DxD World Will: Alright, deal. I'll begin the essence transfer process. It'll take a few weeks to fully integrate. And Kokabiel? Thank you. For trying. It means more than you know.]
I closed the chat and looked up to find all of my siblings staring at me.
"Are you going to explain what just happened?" Michael asked carefully.
"I negotiated with the World Will of this world. The Devils will be allowed to continue existing, but under strict regulations. I'm going to the Underworld tomorrow to establish the new order."
Gabriel grabbed my hand. "What did you see that made you so upset? You were shaking."
"Something deeply disturbing that I'd prefer not to discuss. Let's just say the future holds some profoundly questionable individuals."
Raphael arrived at that moment, looking concerned. "Did you say we're establishing order in the Underworld? Because that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."
"It will be fine," I said. "I'll make sure of it."
****
The Underworld was exactly as depressing as I remembered.
Dark skies stretched endlessly overhead, casting everything in perpetual twilight. Purple wastelands extended to the horizon, dotted with ruined cities that had never recovered from the civil war. The air itself felt heavy, saturated with the remnants of countless battles and the despair of those who'd survived them.
The Devils had been barely surviving down here since I'd eliminated their leadership, living in the ruins of their former glory. I could sense them scattered across the realm—thousands of souls trying to rebuild some semblance of civilization from the ashes.
I descended alone into what remained of the Grigori's territory first. Azazel needed to be handled carefully. He was intelligent, charismatic, and had survived this long for good reasons. Unlike the Devils, the Fallen Angels had managed to maintain some organizational structure, though it was a pale shadow of what it once had been.
The Grigori's headquarters was a repurposed fortress, its walls scarred with battle damage but still standing. Guards tensed as I approached, wings flaring in instinctive defense before they recognized who I was. Then they just looked terrified.
Azazel was waiting for me in what passed for his throne room now. A large chamber with cracked marble floors and walls decorated with salvaged artifacts from Heaven's golden age. Just him and Baraqiel, both of them armed but trying not to show it. Azazel's casual smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Brother, It's been a while." He gestured to a chair with exaggerated courtesy. "To what do I owe the pleasure? Come to fianlly finish what you started?"
"No." I sat down without being asked, noting how Baraqiel's hand twitched toward his weapon. "I came to establish new rules for the Underworld and ensure everyone understands them clearly."
Baraqiel shifted uncomfortably. "Rules?"
"The Underworld will become a consolidated territory for all supernatural species that don't belong in the human world. Devils, Fallen Angels, Dragons, and others. You'll coexist here under Heaven's supervision."
Azazel's smile became slightly more genuine, though tinged with bitter amusement. "So you're not genociding us. That's refreshing. What's the catch?"
"Humans cannot be harmed without provocation. If some stupid humans attempt to take advantage of supernatural species, you'll be allowed to defend yourselves with lethal force if necessary. But unprovoked attacks on humans will result in immediate execution."
"Fair enough," Azazel said, leaning back in his chair. His golden eyes studied me intently. "Anything else?"
"Stay out of Heaven's affairs. Don't try to corrupt angels to join you guys. Actually attempt to coexist peacefully with the other species down here. Build something stable instead of constantly fighting over scraps."
Baraqiel spoke up quietly, his voice carrying years of exhaustion. "We've been trying to do that already. Most Fallen just want to live in peace now. The war... it took a lot out of everyone. We're tired, Kokabiel. Tired of fighting, tired of surviving day to day, tired of wondering if Heaven will finally decide we're not worth keeping around."
I studied them both with my Omniscience, reading their true intentions beneath the surface bravado. Azazel was genuinely interested in peace—not out of fear, but because his curiosity about Sacred Gears and artificial Sacred Gear research would keep him occupied for centuries. He'd already been sketching designs, planning experiments. The war was just a distraction from what he really wanted to do.
Baraqiel was different. He just wanted to be left alone. Peace meant the possibility of redemption, however distant. I saw in his future, he will have a daughter. But I also saw how his family will be torn away from him.
I sighed. Knowing everything that will happen was not a good thing. Sometimes it would make me want to fix everything. But that's not my job.
"You've both changed," I observed. "You're more... subdued than before. Less antagonistic."
Azazel laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the damaged chamber. "Yeah, well, watching your entire army get obliterated by one angel tends to inspire some humility. Not to mention Lucifer, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Asmodeus—all gone in a matter of minutes. Kind of puts things in perspective."
He paused, then added more quietly, "You're different too, brother. More cold. Calculated. Like you're operating on pure logic without any of the passion that used to drive you. What happened to you?"
"I transcended mortality and lost my emotional capacity in the process. I'm working on recovering it."
"Shit." Azazel's expression shifted to something resembling genuine sympathy. "That's rough, man. Is that why you seem so..."
"Uncomfortable to be around? Yes. My other siblings say the same thing. Apparently I've become profoundly unsettling."
Baraqiel cleared his throat. "I hope you regain what you have lost, brother. For what it's worth, we'll follow your rules. The Grigori will cooperate. We're tired of fighting. If Heaven's offering us a chance at peace, at building something that might actually last... we'll take it."
I nodded and stood. "Good. I'll be establishing a formal government structure for the Devils next. Expect regular check-ins from Heaven to ensure compliance. Yearly at first, then less once stability is established."
As I turned to leave, Azazel called out. "Hey, Kokabiel?"
I paused at the doorway.
"I hope you get your emotions back. The old you was a pain in the ass, but at least you were fun. This version is just... sad. Like watching someone go through the motions of living without actually being alive."
I considered his words for a moment. "I appreciate the sentiment. I think."
****
The Devil situation was far more complicated.
Lucifer's old supporters had formed what they were calling the "Old Satan Faction," led by Zekrom Bael. Ancient, powerful, and utterly convinced that the "glory days" of Devil supremacy could be restored. They were causing constant problems, raiding the newer Devil settlements, demanding a return to the old ways, generally making life miserable for everyone else trying to rebuild.
Then there was the newer generation, mostly young Devils who'd grown up during or after the civil war. They'd seen the cost of endless conflict, watched their families torn apart, their homes destroyed.
They wanted something different. Peace, cooperation, a chance to rebuild without the constant warfare their parents had endured. Four of them had emerged as natural leaders: Sirzechs Gremory, Serafall Sitri, Ajuka Astaroth, and Falbium Glasya-Labolas.
I'd observed them carefully over the past few weeks through my Omniscience. Sirzechs had power almost rivaling the original Lucifer but tempered with genuine compassion. He protected the weak, mediated disputes, worked tirelessly to keep fragile alliances from shattering.
Serafall hid keen intelligence behind a cheerful, almost childish exterior—a deliberate act that made others underestimate her while she maneuvered politically. Ajuka was a genius on par with Azazel for innovation, already developing theoretical frameworks for new magic systems. And Falbium... well, Falbium was lazy but brilliant when motivated, with a strategic mind that could see ten moves ahead.
They would do for now.
I called a gathering of all Devils in the Underworld's central plaza. Thousands of them showed up, filling the ruined amphitheater that had once hosted Satan rallies. The building was damaged but still functional, its architecture a testament to demonic craftsmanship. The Old Satan Faction stood on one side, the younger generation on the other, tension crackling between them like static electricity before a storm.
When I descended from the sky, silence fell like a guillotine blade.
"I am Archangel Kokabiel," I said, my voice carrying across the plaza without amplification. "Also known as Heaven's Wrath. The one who executed your previous leaders for their crimes against Heaven and humanity."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Fear, anger, resentment—I could sense it all even if I couldn't quite feel it myself. Some Devils flinched at my presence. Others glared with barely contained hatred. A few just looked exhausted, too tired to care who was dictating their fate now.
"I'm here to establish new rules for the Underworld. You have two choices: accept them and live, or reject them and die. Choose quickly."
Zekrom Bael stepped forward, his ancient power radiating outward . He was older than most Devils alive today, a relic from an age when their kind ruled unchallenged.
"You killed our Satans. Destroyed our leadership. Left us to rot in this wasteland. And now you come here to give us orders? Are we supposed to live as prisoners for the rest of our lives?"
"Yes," I said simply. "Because the alternative is extinction. Your Satans started a war they couldn't win. They paid the price. You can either learn from their mistakes or repeat them. I'm offering you the first option out of practical necessity, not kindness."
"We're prisoners in our own realm!" another Old Satan Faction member shouted. "You've trapped us here like animals in a cage!"
"You're alive, which is more mercy than you showed the angels and humans you murdered during the war."
I let my power flare slightly, just enough to remind them what I was. The air pressure increased, making breathing difficult for those nearest to me. "But I'm not here to debate history. I'm here to establish the future."
Sirzechs stepped forward from the younger generation's side, his crimson hair catching the dim light. "What are these rules you're proposing, Lord Kokabiel?"
I pulled out a prepared scroll. Michael had insisted on doing things "properly" with official documentation. "First: Humans cannot be harmed without provocation. If humans attack you first, you may defend yourselves. Unprovoked attacks result in immediate execution."
"Second: The Underworld belongs to all supernatural species that need sanctuary from the human world. Devils, Fallen Angels, Dragons, and others will coexist here. Heaven will mediate disputes."
"Third: Heaven will monitor the Underworld regularly. Any attempts at rebellion, invasion, or violation of these rules will be met with overwhelming force."
Zekram laughed bitterly. "So we're slaves to Heaven now. How fitting. The mighty have fallen and must bow to those we once sought to conquer."
"You're alive and autonomous within your own territory," I corrected. "You can govern yourselves, develop your own culture, pursue your own goals. That's more than Lucifer and his compatriots would have given Heaven if they'd won. Consider it a generous peace treaty. If you manage to behave, maybe Michael would allow you more freedom"
Serafall raised her hand cheerfully, as if we were in class rather than negotiating the future of an entire species. "Um, question! Who's going to actually run things down here? Because the Old Satan Faction and us younger Devils don't exactly get along. Like, at all. There's been three attempted assassinations just this month."
"I was getting to that." I gestured to Sirzechs and his three companions. "You four will become the new Satans. Sirzechs Gremory as Lucifer, Serafall Sitri as Leviathan, Ajuka Astaroth as Beelzebub, and Falbium Glasya-Labolas as Asmodeus."
The plaza erupted into chaos.
"They're children!" Zekram roared, his power surging. "You can't seriously expect us to bow to—"
"They're powerful enough to enforce order, intelligent enough to govern effectively, and they actually want peace instead of endless war," I interrupted, my voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
"That makes them infinitely more qualified than anyone from the Old Satan Faction, whose only accomplishment in recent history is prolonging everyone's suffering."
Sirzechs looked stunned, his usual composure cracking. "I... we never asked for this kind of responsibility. We're not ready for it."
"No one asks for leadership. It's thrust upon those capable of bearing it." I looked at him directly. "You've been protecting weaker Devils, negotiating peace between feuding families, working to rebuild infrastructure even when no one thanked you for it. You're already leading. I'm just making it official and giving you the authority to actually accomplish something."
Ajuka stepped forward, pushing his glasses up with one finger. "What authority do we actually have? Can we make our own laws, develop our own systems, or are we just Heaven's puppets dancing on strings?"
"You'll have significant autonomy within the established framework. Create your own laws, develop your own culture, run your internal affairs as you see fit. Build schools, establish trade, research new magic—I don't care. But the core rules : protection of humans, cooperation with other species, no rebellion against Heaven—those are non-negotiable."
Falbium yawned, apparently unimpressed by the historical moment. "Sounds like a lot of work."
"Then delegate," I said. "That's what leaders do."
Serafall was practically bouncing despite the tension. "Can we redecorate? The Underworld is so depressing! We need more color! And maybe some theme parks! Oh, and better infrastructure—the roads are terrible. And—"
"You can do whatever you want with the Underworld's aesthetic as long as you maintain order and follow the core rules," I said, cutting off what was clearly going to be a very long list. "Paint everything pink for all I care."
Zekram wasn't giving up. "This is absurd. The Old Satan Faction will never accept being ruled by these... children. They don't have the experience, the—"
I moved. One moment I was standing on the platform. The next, I was directly in front of Zekram, my hand wrapped around his throat.
"Let me be absolutely clear," I said quietly, just loud enough for everyone to hear. "I eliminated Lucifer, Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Asmodeus in single combat. I destroyed Indra's army. I humiliated the Hindu God-King in front of every pantheon in existence. Do you really think the Old Satan Faction poses any threat to me whatsoever?"
Zekram's eyes widened with genuine fear as he felt my power up close, not the controlled demonstration from before, but the real thing. The weight of something that had transcended normal existence.
"I'm offering peace because it's logical and efficient, because my siblings insisted on it. Because I'm trying to be better than my nature suggests. But if you push me, if you make me choose between your survival and the stability of this realm, I will erase every single member of the Old Satan Faction without hesitation or remorse. Not out of anger. Not out of hatred. Simply because you'll have become a problem that needs solving. Are we clear?"
I released him. He stumbled back, gasping, and for the first time, I saw real understanding in his eyes. Not just fear, comprehension that resistance was utterly pointless. That the power gap was so vast that opposing me would be like an ant declaring war on a mountain.
"We... accept the terms," he managed, his voice hoarse.
I turned back to address the crowd. "Does anyone else have objections they'd like to voice?"
Silence. Perfect, complete silence.
"Excellent. Sirzechs, Serafall, Ajuka, Falbium—you'll report to Heaven yearly until stability is established. After that, check-ins every decade. Build something worth protecting down here. Prove that peace was the right choice. Show me that sparing you all wasn't a mistake I'll come to regret."
I prepared to leave, then remembered something. "Oh, and one more thing. I'll be creating something called Angelic Pieces soon, similar to the Evil Pieces I saw in your potential future. If you do develop Evil Pieces, they must include free will protections. No forced conversions. No slavery. Consent must be absolute at every stage. Violation of this rule will result in immediate execution of everyone involved, no exceptions. Understood?"
Ajuka's eyes lit up with genuine fascination, his earlier concern forgotten. "Evil Pieces? You aleready saw that in our future? I have only recently began working on it. That's... actually brilliant. A reincarnation system that bypasses normal reproduction limitations? But how would the mechanics work? The power distribution, the binding magic, the—"
"You'll figure it out eventually. You're smart enough. Just remember the consent requirement when you do."
I left them there, young Devils staring at their new responsibilities with a mixture of excitement and terror, old Devils nursing their wounded pride, everyone processing that their world had fundamentally changed.
Ajuka apparently didn't have no understanding of prsonal space. Depite knowing I could erase them all with a thought, he started chatting with me, discussing about magical formulas and whatnot. I found it rather...amusing.
It seems some of the devils might be worth keeping. Although it was very few, It was progress.