Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1392: Father Black Tricks Heaven

Father Black let the stunned silence hang for just a heartbeat longer, then flashed a lazy, almost playful grin.

"One more time, for the people in the back," he said, voice light, like he was offering candy instead of rewriting the fate of worlds. "Heaven—join Earth. Fight with us against Lucifer."

His eyes slid past Gabriel, past Michael, and landed pointedly on Raphael far in the rear.

Raphael didn’t need a second invitation. It seemed like be myself he had chosen not to speak, father Black was looking down on him.

In his mind, this was a single that should not go unpunished.

He shot forward like an arrow of pure indignation, wings blazing, stopping just behind Gabriel with a dramatic flare.

"Join humans?" Raphael sneered, loud enough for every watching soul to hear. "Those filthy, sin-soaked worms who roll around with devils and demons like pigs in mud? Disgusting. Allying with you trash would be a crime worthy of extinction!"

He actually spat—a sparkling glob of holy light that fizzled out in the void.

It was the second time he was spitting at father Black’s words. But it only made Father Black really happy.

After all, things were only becoming interesting.

Father Black’s grin widened, cat-like. He’d been waiting for exactly this.

"So let me get this straight," he said, tilting his head with mock confusion. "You’re telling me Heaven won’t stand with Earth... but you’ll gladly fight against Earth just to get a swing at Lucifer?"

Raphael’s chest puffed up, righteous fury on full display.

"YES!" he bellowed. "We will rather fight you to beat up the fallen."

Gabriel’s eyes widened. He whipped around. "Wait—" he called out as realization struck him.

But Father Black was already rolling, voice bright and cheerful.

"Perfect! Then it’s decided!"

He clapped his hands once, the sound somehow carrying through the vacuum.

"Earth will hold a big, fun tournament—champions from every rank, low to high, all realms welcome. First round: Earth’s team versus Heaven’s team, rank for rank. Winners move on together to face Lucifer’s fallen angels."

He smiled and pointed casually over his shoulder at the distant throne on the dead sun.

Raphael, still riding the high of his own outrage, shouted again without thinking.

"YES!"

Gabriel reached out a hand. "No—hold on, we are not—"

Father Black turned to him, eyes twinkling with pure mischief.

"What’s that? You’re going to take back the word of an archangel? Twice? In front of everybody?" He gasped theatrically. "Is Heaven... divided?"

Gabriel’s jaw clenched so hard a feather nearly singed off. Michael’s flaming sword dipped slightly, the flame flickering like it was face-palming.

Raphael finally caught on. His triumphant glow dimmed as the trap snapped shut around him.

Michael exhaled through his nose, forced a tight smile, and raised his sword in stiff salute.

"Of course," he said, voice flat. "One archangel speaks for all. We accept Raphael’s declaration."

Perseus leaned toward Athena and whispered, "Shit! Did the old man just trick the entire heavenly host with reverse psychology?"

Athena could only nod, stunned.

Kanada muttered, "I think I’m beginning to love this guy."

Crusher just grinned wide.

Alexander chuckled softly, arms folded, clearly enjoying the show.

And Demeter carried a prideful expression on her face.

Far away on his throne, Lucifer stared for a moment... then threw his head back and laughed.

Not a polite chuckle—a full, rolling, belly-deep laugh that boomed across the void and made every star seem to shake. He slapped the arm of his throne, wings quivering, tears of mirth sparkling in his eyes.

"Good one!" he called out, voice bright with delight. "Good one, good one—again!"

He wiped his eyes, still giggling, then leaned forward with the biggest, most genuine grin the universe had seen from him in eons.

"You know what, Regent?" Lucifer said, tone warm and teasing. "I’ve made up my mind."

He paused for dramatic effect, letting the tension build.

"How do you feel about becoming a fallen angel?"

The void went dead silent.

Every angel froze mid-wingbeat.

Every human on Earth watching the broadcast collectively dropped their jaws.

Father Black blinked once... then scratched his cheek, looking almost shy.

Lucifer’s grin only grew wider, like a kid who’d just offered the coolest kid in school a spot at his table.

The universe held its breath, waiting for the answer.

Father Black didn’t shoot the offer down right away.

Instead, he brought a hand to his chin, fingers stroking thoughtfully, eyes narrowed in genuine consideration. The void went even quieter—if that was possible.

Perseus edged closer, shield creaking slightly. He leaned in, voice low and a little panicked.

"Old man... you’re not actually thinking about it, are you?"

Demeter gripped her blouse tighter flickering nervously. Even Odin raised his one eyebrow, clearly wondering if the regent had finally snapped.

Father Black let the tension hang for a delicious second... then chuckled, low and warm.

"Of course I’m considering it," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Fallen angel sounds like a pretty sweet gig—better wings, cooler aesthetic, probably great dental."

A nervous ripple of laughter escaped from Crusher. Kanada face-palmed. Alexander just smirked, still enjoying the drama.

Lucifer leaned forward on his throne, golden eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Well? What’s the catch, Regent?"

Father Black spread his hands, all innocent smiles.

"Simple. I’ll take you up on it... but only if you sign a nice, binding contract promising to leave the Eighth Earth alone. Forever. No tricks, no loopholes, no ’technically I didn’t touch it’ nonsense." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Lucifer blinked once.

Then his grin stretched wide, sharp, and utterly delighted.

"No way," he said, laughing the words more than speaking them.

Father Black shrugged dramatically, waving a hand like he was brushing away dust.

"Your loss, then," he called out, voice light and teasing. "You just passed on the best talent you’ll ever see. Don’t come crying to me when I’m kicking your generals around."

Lucifer threw his head back again, laughter booming across the void—rich, carefree, and absolutely infectious. His wings flared wide, feathers glinting like blades of sunlight as he clapped slowly in genuine applause.

The Morningstar was having the time of his eternal life.