Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1384: Fuck You Moment

Father Black watched them freeze.

Not just pause—but hesitate.

And in that hesitation, he understood something fundamental.

He was right.

The one thing the Host of Heaven feared more than anything else in existence was Lucifer winning.

Not humanity’s extinction.

Not the corruption of the Eighth Earth.

Not even the spread of sin.

No.

Lucifer Morningstar himself was the original wound carved into their race. The first betrayal. The first failure. The sin that proved Heaven was not perfect.

They could tolerate humanity’s death.

They could tolerate devils, false gods, even corrupted worlds.

But they could not tolerate Lucifer claiming victory.

And Father Black’s proposal—

Allowing the Fallen into the Eighth Earth—

Was a dagger pressed directly into that ancient scar.

Because if Lucifer entered the Eighth Earth freely, unopposed by Heaven...

Then the path to the Nether would be open.

Undisturbed and Unchallenged.

And once Lucifer crossed that threshold—

Even Michael would never reach him again.

Gabriel drifted forward, wings folding slightly as his expression hardened.

"You contradict yourself," Gabriel said calmly, though there was steel beneath the tone.

"If Lucifer is allowed into the Eighth Earth, then all life here perishes. Everything you claim to defend dies. You lose everything."

Father Black tilted his head, considering that.

Then he shrugged. "And if I beat him?" he asked.

Gabriel did not answer.

Father Black continued, his voice steady, almost amused.

"If I win, Heaven still wipes us out. You’ve made that clear.

So tell me, Archangel—where exactly do I lose here?"

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"At least this way," he added, "I die knowing I gave the Host of Heaven the biggest middle finger in recorded creation."

That—

That finally snapped Michael.

The Archangel surged forward, divine fury blazing, sword half-raised—

Only for the contract to slam into existence once more.

Reality screamed as holy steel met absolute law.

Michael was forced back, teeth clenched, wings flaring in restrained rage.

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed.

He leaned closer, his massive form casting a long shadow over Father Black.

"I know humans," Gabriel said quietly.

"I know them well. You would never doom your own world. This cruelty—this bluff—it is not in you."

Father Black laughed.

A short, sharp sound.

He reached into nothingness, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with a spark of condensed cosmic energy. The ember glowed like a dying star.

"I see you haven’t heard of me," he said, exhaling smoke into the void.

"And you said you know humans?"

His eyes hardened.

"Then you know this—"

He leaned forward slightly.

"We’d rather take half a loaf of bread... than lose the entire fucking buffet."

Gabriel’s expression twisted.

"You insignificant ant—"

"An ant," Father Black agreed, taking another drag.

"But a bloody bold one."

He pointed the cigarette toward Heaven’s host.

"So either accept my conditions," he said coldly, "or back the fuck away from my face."

Even the gods were speechless.

And for the first time since Heaven’s arrival—

Lucifer Morningstar’s eyes brightened as he laughed.

A low, pleased sound.

His eyes shone with unmistakable delight as he leaned back on his golden throne.

"I see," Lucifer said softly,

"Lenny really does know how to pick them."

In his heart, Lucifer was already thinking of ways he could pull Father Black to his side.

It was no wonder he was the one in charge of the armies of earth.

Such bravery, such cunning. He looked a being a milion times his strength and then cussed at it.

Even worse, it was Heaven. He cussed at heaven.

He could not help but really let loose a belly full of laughter.

Michael and the other angels saw this. He frowned harder.

The void trembled.

The game had changed again.

Gabriel studied Father Black for a long moment.

Then—unexpectedly—he smiled.

Not warmly.

Not kindly.

But with the thin, measured curve of a being who had just found something interesting.

"...An ant," Gabriel said, nodding slowly, "that has managed to earn my attention."

He straightened, posture shifting—no longer the distant scholar, but a diplomat weighing a negotiation that should never have existed.

"Understand this, Regent," Gabriel continued evenly.

"Lucifer Morningstar is Heaven’s enemy. And he is also Earth’s enemy. On that point, our interests align."

Michael said nothing, but his grip on the reins tightened. In the family, he was the leader and war general, but he knew nothing to interfere in his Gabriel’s field.

Gabriel’s gaze sharpened.

"In that regard, Heaven is willing to listen."

Raphael frowned at this turning to Michael, but neither moved. Allowing Gabriel to do as he was created to.

Gabriel gestured lightly with one hand.

"So tell me—what solution do you propose?"

Father Black took another drag from his cigarette.

The ember flared.

Then he exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Hah."

His eyes narrowed.

"I was in the mood to talk," he said, voice low and irritated. "But you fouled that mood already."

He lifted his hand and pointed—not at Gabriel, not at Michael—but at the contract, still hovering like an immutable law between Heaven, Hell, and Earth.

"Lucifer gave us seven days," Father Black said flatly.

"Seven days to reply."

His gaze returned to Gabriel, cold and unyielding.

"Heaven will get its answer in seven days too."

For a heartbeat, no one spoke.

Then Father Black turned his back on Heaven itself.

Without another word, he flickered into motion—cosmic energy igniting beneath his feet as he flew back toward the Eighth Earth.

Perseus froze.

"...Did he just—" someone began.

But there was no time.

One by one, Perseus, Kanada, Athena, Crusher, Alexander, Demeter, and the others followed after him, retreating toward Earth’s shielded glow.

Behind them—

Heaven’s host remained suspended in the void.

Most were shocked at the audacity Father Black just displayed.

Lucifer and his Fallen Angels watched in silence.

Their eyes tracking the retreating figures.

No one knew it yet, but this moment right here would layer be known in the history books as the ’Fuck You Moment’.

Poems would be made about it, stories written, and songs sang deep within space.

The Day the Regent of earth made Heaven waited for him.