Chapter 852: 852 The Six Realms of Trigon, The Six Sinners and the Three Great Demons, The Wrath of Trigon, and Freeing Raven.

The sky was stained with shades of red and purple, the scent of suffering and agony permeating the air.

The ground was dry, as if nothing would ever grow again for eternity, with traces of what appeared to be withered plants scattered across the barren earth as far as the eye could see.

It was a devastated world, a world where the apocalypse had arrived, one where evil had triumphed, a land of death and suffering.

Amid this silence, a figure crashed into the ground, creating a massive shockwave comparable to a meteorite.

"Damn it..."

A red-skinned man with a demonic appearance staggered to his feet. Behind the dust, a figure could be seen in the distance, causing the demon’s eyes to widen.

"Ahhhhh!"

The man screamed, and thousands of portals appeared. From them emerged millions of demons. They resembled infernal humanoids, from flying creatures to hellish giants straight out of a Doom game. They were classic demons in every sense.

An army capable of terrifying, overwhelming, and destroying worlds, but they didn’t stop there. Their very nature drove them to brutalize their victims, inflicting the greatest possible agony and despair before death.

"Hold him back!" the man shouted, and millions of demons charged like a savage tide of destruction.

As for their target, when it was revealed, it was none other than Allen Walker.

There he stood, wearing a rolled-sleeve black shirt, his hands in his pockets, and an indifferent expression on his face.

"Jared of Wrath... son of Trigon, this is a terrible decision," Allen said coldly.

"Silence, human!" Jared gritted his teeth. "You invade our kingdom, act arrogantly, and dare demand my surrender?!"

"Your kingdom?" Allen mocked him with disdain. "You mean Trigon’s six realms? Worlds conquered, destroyed, and turned into toys that Trigon collects in his dimension."

"Shut up!" Jared roared.

Allen’s gaze turned cold as millions of demons hurled themselves toward him.

"Do it..." Allen ordered.

Instantly, a freezing current encircled the planet with a one-mile-wide band of ice, killing over a million demons.

At the same time, a golden lightning bolt tore through the sky, annihilating the swarm of flying demons before they could react.

Finally, a black hole appeared in the heavens, its gravitational force eradicating all remaining demons.

"What is this?!" Jared of Wrath dug his claws into the ground to resist as he watched his army be wiped out in mere seconds.

Once the final demon was devoured, the black hole vanished.

Jared glared hatefully at Allen, but then he realized Allen was not alone.

Artoria stood beside him with a look of contempt, Esdeath wore a sadistic smile, and Wednesday remained indifferent.

"Ugh..." Jared, son of Trigon, was an incredibly powerful, impulsive, violent, and cruel demon. Yet the moment he looked at these three women, he trembled in fear, understanding the difference in power.

Why hadn’t this happened with Allen?

Simple. The demon could not comprehend Allen’s power. His strength surpassed anything Jared’s mind could even imagine.

As Jared sank into despair, a dimensional crack opened behind Allen and the girls. From it emerged a green demonic hand overflowing with demonic power.

’Die!’

A sphere formed in the demon’s palm, condensing with destructive energy, but before it could fire, the arm was severed.

"Ahhhhh!"

2B, the silver-haired girl, held a sword signed by "Maso," her eyes radiating hostility toward anyone who dared attack her master.

The demon attempted to flee while simultaneously closing the dimensional crack behind him, but before he could succeed, his body froze. Even the crack itself stopped closing.

"W-why?"

A clock with frozen hands appeared behind him.

"Attacking and running away is disgraceful~" said the mocking voice of a girl.

It was Kurumi, smiling sadistically from the other side of the crack.

"Do you know why I only froze your body and not your mind?"

Without wasting a second, she aimed her flintlock pistol at the frozen demon, whose fear was now overwhelming.

"Because I wanted you to see what happens when you attack my beloved master~"

’Wait! Let me speak! No! No!’

Bang

The demon’s heart and soul were pierced.

This was no ordinary demon.

This was Belial, the strongest and most cunning of Trigon’s sons.

And yet he died without being able to utter a single word.

His intelligence and cunning were utterly incapable of comprehending the threat he had faced.

"Belial..." Allen glanced sideways at the demon before dismissing him entirely.

Watching Belial die, Jared wasted no time.

He turned and fled.

"What do we do?" Artoria asked.

"I already gave them a chance..." Allen replied.

Instantly, the rest of the dolls, except for Bocchi and Nokotan, appeared and scattered in every direction.

Soon, conflict erupted across countless worlds.

The children of Trigon...

Trigon had fathered thousands of children. Needless to say, the methods he used were cruel, and most of them either died or were destroyed.

Among them stood the Seven Deadly Sins, with Raven representing Pride, though it was a title she never wanted.

Then there were the three great demons: Belial, Ruskoff, and Surge.

One by one, the first to fall appeared.

Makima slew Lust. His charm had no effect against the Demon of Control.

Gluttony was killed by Jalter. He could not consume the flames of vengeance.

Greed was destroyed by Anemone. Though he could steal weapons, no matter how many he took, Anemone simply created more... and more... and more, until he was finally overwhelmed.

Jesse of Envy was the most troublesome. He possessed the ability to copy the powers of anyone he envied.

Unfortunately for him, his terrible luck led him to copy Rebecca.

Rebecca had cleverly taken advantage of the dolls’ immortality, as long as Allen lived, by installing a self-destruct device within her own body in preparation for future scenarios.

Poor Envy died in despair as Rebecca laughed.

Along with him, the planet they stood on was also destroyed.

Allen was left speechless upon discovering Rebecca had become a walking antimatter bomb.

As a result, she earned both a scolding and punishment.

Raven didn’t fall behind either.

Alongside Zatanna, she battled Surge.

The demon was powerful, but he was no match for two of DC’s strongest sorceresses.

Once all of Trigon’s children had fallen, Allen called the girls back.

The dolls, Raven, and Zatanna were forcibly teleported to his side.

"What are you doing?! I was just starting to have fun!" Esdeath complained. Even if she had killed the enemy leader, there was still an entire world of billions of demons left for her amusement.

"He’s here, isn’t he?" Raven asked fearfully.

She knew how powerful Allen was, but Trigon was still the source of her suffering, her trauma, the one she hated and feared most.

"Everything will be fine," Allen said as he pulled her into his arms.

The warmth and safety he provided instantly erased Raven’s fear.

The blushing girl didn’t know where to look.

For years, Raven had suppressed her emotions because strong feelings left her vulnerable, something Trigon would exploit in his attempts to possess her.

He was a merciless demon.

"As I said, it’s better if you face him outside!" Raven said nervously.

Allen smiled as he gently tucked Raven’s hair behind her ear.

"I know he’s stronger in his dimension... that’s exactly why I have to destroy him here."

To cleanse Raven’s trauma.

To show her she no longer needed to be afraid.

To avenge both her and her mother.

Trigon had to fall at the peak of his power, in the place and time where he was strongest.

"Girls."

The dolls understood immediately and vanished without question.

As for Raven and Zatanna, Allen sent them to his apartment, where Natasha embraced Raven the moment she appeared.

Gwen, MJ, Felicia, Kara, Starfire, and Barbara were all present, offering their support.

On the living room screen, Trigon’s six realms were displayed, where Allen currently stood atop one of Trigon’s own trophies.

Allen remained silent and indifferent until the fabric of space itself twisted.

The demon had arrived...

The sky above the world turned crimson and scarlet, while a rain of blood and fire announced the arrival of that monster.

"How dare you invade my kingdom?! Kill my children?! And worse yet... take my daughter!"

Allen did not react.

"Your daughter... or your tool?"

In the heavens, a demon appeared, warping reality itself merely by manifesting.

Trigon was an ancient interdimensional demon-conqueror, the living embodiment of evil and destruction.

A being with red skin, four yellow eyes, horns, an enormous muscular build, and an aura of infernal fire.

He had conquered and destroyed countless worlds, turning them into personal hells.

Massacred entire cults, including his own mother at birth.

Fed upon suffering and evil.

Corrupted and possessed countless beings, including Raven.

A multiversal-level threat within his own domain.

And standing before him... was one human.

"It doesn’t matter! They belong to me!"

"Raven does not. Never again."

The words were spoken.

A threat was forged.

The beginning of the end had begun.

....

Outraged that someone dared threaten him in his own world, Trigon raised his hand.

Here, he was everything.

The laws, the concepts, matter, time, space... all of it was an extension of himself.

In an instant, the world where Allen stood was compressed and pulverized by a force greater than any black hole could ever possess.

However, standing in the void, Trigon did not rejoice.

Instead, he stared at Allen in shock.

Allen had remained in the same spot, completely unaffected.

Trigon tried again, this time with even greater force.

Time, space, and the fabric of reality itself bent, transforming into a blade that severed distance itself as it shot toward Allen.

No matter if Allen could teleport or stop time, it should have been unavoidable.

Allen merely observed it.

Then he raised his hand, caught the blade between his fingers, and crushed it.

The act sent ripples through space itself across all six of Trigon’s realms.

"Is that all?" Allen said coldly.

But he did not attack.

He did not seem rushed, desperate, or nervous.

He simply stood there, waiting for Trigon’s next move.

And that... shook him.

He was Trigon!

This was not some ordinary villain.

Within his own world, he was practically omnipotent!

"Human!"

Enraged, Trigon unleashed all of his power.

The six realms trembled.

Trigon grew.

Beyond a planet.

Beyond a galaxy.

And he kept growing.

When his body reached a colossal size, he attacked Allen with his fist, Allen being so tiny in comparison that he was practically invisible.

"Die!"

Trigon’s punch destroyed a thousand worlds filled with demons who didn’t even have time to understand what had happened.

However...

"...!"

Trigon’s expression changed.

His fist stopped.

Allen remained standing there, unmoving, unguarded, utterly indifferent to a punch carrying the weight of entire galaxies.

For the first time, Trigon’s eyes widened.

For the first time...

He felt an emotion he had never experienced before.

"You... what are you?"

"What happened? Is that all?"

Allen snapped his fingers, forcing Trigon back to his original size.

Before Trigon could react, a punch struck his abdomen.

The blow sent him crashing through one hundred planets before he finally stopped...

And realized he felt pain.

"How is this possible?!" Trigon gasped in disbelief.

In his world, he was immortal.

More than that, it should have been impossible for anyone to even harm him.

As long as the six realms, containing countless worlds, existed, he should remain eternal.

And yet there he was.

Wounded.

Suffering damage he couldn’t heal from.

’Why?’

Allen appeared before him again and punched him, shattering his teeth.

This time, Trigon didn’t go flying.

But he still couldn’t heal.

"What’s wrong, Trigon?"

Allen struck him again, crushing multiple bones.

"Become infinitely stronger, embody concepts, wield laws as weapons, destroy reality..." Allen said as he delivered a completely one-sided beating.

Trigon couldn’t understand it.

Had he lost his power?

Furious yet desperate, Trigon summoned a sword of fire and attacked.

This was no ordinary weapon.

It contained a fragment of his soul, making it superior to everything in this world except himself.

It could cut space, time, reality itself, concepts, ideas... even the impossible!

And yet...

It shattered into pieces the moment it struck Allen’s neck.

And then Trigon understood.

Every casual punch Allen threw carried enough power to destroy all six realms.

That was why he was being damaged so easily.

It wasn’t that Trigon had lost his powers.

He still had them.

They were simply so insignificant that they meant nothing before Allen.

"Monster" was an understatement...

"Impossible... I am omnipotent..." Trigon said as he collapsed to the ground, covered in blood and broken bones.

"You are... but I am beyond that," Allen said with disdain before raising his hand and summoning his Innocence.

The moment Trigon saw that sword, a chill ran through his entire being.

Without hesitation, he fled.

His dignity no longer mattered.

His power no longer mattered.

He only knew one thing.

He had to get away.

Raven watched with tears in her eyes as the monster who had tormented her all her life fled like a coward.

He was insignificant.

A coward.

A being who only knew how to intimidate the weak.

Allen did not move as Crown Saber pulsed like a "heart."

This sword...

This Innocence...

It was connected to Allen on a level even greater than the dolls, almost as deeply as the system itself.

Its origin was unknown, but it seemed to beat alongside him.

And of course...

It shared his evolution.

"Cut him down... Crown Clown."

A cross-shaped slash appeared across Trigon.

He felt his very existence being severed.

There was no escape.

Without being able to utter a single word...

The demon Trigon disappeared.

The Chat, having witnessed all of this, was left speechless.

They had never truly seen Allen fight seriously in his own world, so they had no idea just how powerful he had become.

But now...

They could only gasp.

Trigon was not weak.

Far from it.

He was a terrifying monster.

And yet he had been utterly powerless before Allen.

"..." Allen watched Trigon vanish.

Allen tried to avoid killing whenever possible.

But for someone like Trigon...

There was not even the slightest shred of mercy.

....

When Allen returned to his apartment, there was no one there except a purple-haired girl sitting alone on the couch.

Allen approached, sat beside her, and wrapped his arms around her.

Raven buried her face in Allen’s chest.

"Thank you..."

"You don’t need to thank family," Allen said shamelessly.

Raven smiled as her cheeks turned red.

"Even so... I wanted to."

They separated and looked at each other in silence.

But not for long.

Raven could no longer hold back and kissed him.

With no more restrictions on her emotions, she finally let out what she had hidden for so long.

Allen pulled her onto his lap before returning the kiss.

There was no need for words to express those feelings.

Even so...

They separated for a moment.

Raven looked at him tenderly.

"I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time... and every day, even more."

Allen gently caressed her cheek before smiling.

"I love you too."

Once again, they kissed.

But this time, it was warmer.

Softer.

Filled with love.

Meanwhile, several girls peeked through the door connecting to the house outside.

All of them shared knowing smiles.

All except Natasha, who simply sighed.

It was impossible to truly be angry at Allen for being a womanizer when he did things like this.

Defeating a multiversal being purely out of love for a girl was honestly absurd.

’But it’s also one of his better qualities,’ she thought as her hand gently moved to her stomach, her smile softening with love.

Gwen, who noticed this, widened her eyes in shock.

"Natasha...?"

Natasha smiled and winked, signaling her to keep it secret.

A blushing Gwen didn’t know what to say when the other girls turned to look at her.

Meanwhile, Allen carried Raven bridal-style toward the bedroom.

He had waited a very long time to kick Trigon’s ass...

And finally free Raven.

In more ways than one.

[Everything had ended so beautifully, and your lust ruined it -_-]

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A/N: Well, with that, we’re about to wrap up the vacation and start the next arc in the next Chapter. I’m sure a lot of you will be in for a surprise ;)

PS: I suppose many of you had already guessed it was Natasha.

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