Episode-796
Chapter : 1591
"Do you know how long I have waited for this?" Lucifer asked. His voice was calm, conversational, yet it boomed in the confined space of the courtyard like thunder rolling in a valley. "Not for you, specifically, Roy. You are just... the current tenant. I have waited for the end of the Line of Iron."
Lucifer stopped ten feet away. He clasped his hands behind his back, his crimson cape fluttering in a wind that didn't exist.
"Your ancestors were very creative," Lucifer mused, tilting his head to the side. "They didn't just kill my kind. Killing is natural. Lions kill. Wolves kill. But your ancestors... they captured. They bound. They tortured."
Roy tried to summon a weapon. He tried to pull a dagger from the iron filings in the dust. He concentrated his will, the will that had broken armies and commanded gods. Nothing happened. His fingers twitched, but the metal remained dead. He coughed, and blood splattered onto his rusted breastplate.
"I see you trying," Lucifer said with a smile that didn't reach his amethyst eyes. "It is like watching a fish flop on the sand. It remembers the water, but the water is gone. You are dry, Roy Ferrum. You are empty."
Lucifer took another step. The pressure radiating from him increased. It wasn't just physical gravity; it was spiritual despair. It pushed Roy's face toward the dirt. Roy fought it. He locked his neck muscles, refusing to bow his head. He would die, he knew that now. The calculation was simple. He had no power, no allies, and he was facing a being that defied the laws of reality. But he would die looking the Devil in the eye.
"We have long memories in the Seventh Circle," Lucifer continued. "I remember the screams of my brother when your great-grandfather forged him into a shield. I remember the smell of burning ichor in the dungeons of this very castle. You built your legacy on our pain. You called it 'honor.' You called it 'duty.' We called it a debt."
Lucifer unclasped his hands. He raised his right arm, palm facing the sky. The shadows in the courtyard seemed to lengthen, drawn toward him like water down a drain.
"And today," Lucifer whispered, "the debt is called in. Today, the Line of Iron ends. Not in a glorious battle. Not in a war. But here, in the dirt, like a sick dog."
Roy stared at him. He wanted to speak. He wanted to say something defiant. He wanted to tell this monster that his son would burn the Abyss to ash. But his throat was full of blood, and he knew that words were useless. He thought of Lloyd. He thought of the boy who had once been a disappointment, the boy who had become a miracle. He thought of the salt fields, the soap empire, the strange, brilliant machines.
I will not see it, Roy thought, a single tear of pure regret mixing with the blood on his face. I will not see him become the King.
"Any last words?" Lucifer asked, looking bored. "Make them entertaining. I have had a long trip."
Roy spat a mouthful of blood at the Devil's pristine white boots. It fell short, landing in the dust.
"Pathetic," Lucifer sighed.
The Devil King turned his hand over. The darkness that had gathered in his palm condensed. It didn't form a fireball or a bolt of lightning. It formed a spear. It was about six feet long, made of pure, oscillating nothingness. It was blacker than black, a tear in the fabric of the world. It hummed with a sound that made Roy's teeth ache. It was a weapon designed not just to kill the body, but to consume the soul, to erase the very concept of the victim from the cycle of reincarnation.
"This is the Spear of Nihil," Lucifer explained, hefting the weapon as if testing its balance. "It does not wound. It erases. When this strikes your heart, Roy Ferrum, you will not go to the afterlife. You will simply... cease. Your history, your legacy, your soul... gone."
He pulled his arm back. The movement was slow, deliberate, maximizing the terror.
"Goodbye, Lion," Lucifer said.
The world seemed to slow down. Roy saw the muscles in Lucifer's arm tense. He saw the black spear vibrate. He took a breath, holding it, preparing for the end. He didn't close his eyes.
But the spear didn't fly through empty air.
Chapter : 1592
From the periphery of Roy's vision, from the ruined edge of the servant's quarters, something moved. It moved fast. It wasn't the speed of a warrior or a mage. It was the desperate, impossible speed of someone who had abandoned all regard for their own survival.
A small figure blurred across the courtyard. It was running against the crushing pressure of the Devil King, running through the aura that had flattened elite knights into paste. It was running with a scream that tore through the silence.
It wasn't a soldier. It wasn't a lord. It was a maid.
Jasmin.
Jasmin had been watching from the shadows of the ruined kitchen doorway. She was trembling. Her body felt heavy, as if she were wearing a suit of lead. The fear was a cold hand gripping her heart, squeezing until she couldn't breathe. She had seen the guards die. She had seen the Titan Gog crumble. She had seen the Arch Duke, the strongest man in the world, brought to his knees.
Every instinct in her body screamed at her to run. To hide. To curl up in a ball and pray that the monster in white didn't notice her. She was just a handmaiden. She washed clothes. She delivered messages. She wasn't a fighter. She wasn't a hero.
But then she looked at Arch Duke Roy.
He wasn't just her master's father. He was the symbol of the house she served. He was the shield that protected the North. And he was Lloyd's father.
Lloyd.
The name echoed in her mind. Master Lloyd. The man who had saved her from obscurity. The man who had saved Risa. The man who had treated her like a person, not a servant. The man who had taken her into a white void and taught her that she was strong.
I am the Diamond Queen, she thought. The words were faint, drowned out by the roar of Lucifer's pressure.
She remembered the training. She remembered the endless hours in the time-dilated pocket dimension. Lloyd throwing rocks at her. Lloyd throwing knives at her. Lloyd shouting at her to focus, to harden, to become unbreakable.
"You are not soft, Jasmin," Lloyd had told her. "You think you are glass because people told you to be transparent. But you are carbon. Apply enough pressure, and you don't break. You become a diamond."
She saw Lucifer raise the black spear. She felt the death in it. She knew, with absolute certainty, that if that spear hit Roy, Lloyd would be broken. He would lose his father. He would be alone.
Jasmin couldn't let Lloyd be alone.
The fear didn't vanish. It was still there, screaming. But something else rose up to meet it. Loyalty. Gratitude. Love.
She moved.
The pressure of the Devil King hit her like a physical wall. It felt like walking into a hurricane wind. Her bones creaked. Her nose began to bleed. But she forced one foot in front of the other. She pushed.
"MASTER ROY!" she screamed.
It was a battle cry that cracked her voice. It drew Lucifer's eyes for a fraction of a second. The Devil looked annoyed, like someone hearing a mosquito buzz.
Jasmin didn't care. She was running now. She was sprinting across the broken stones. She saw the spear leave Lucifer's hand. It moved fast, a blur of darkness.
She threw herself. She didn't attack. She didn't try to dodge. She leaped into the air, placing her small body directly in the path of the annihilation.
"SPIRIT ACTIVATION!" she roared, her voice raw. "DIAMOND QUEEN: ABSOLUTE GUARD!"
Time seemed to freeze. From the core of her chest, a blinding white light erupted. It wasn't magic; it was her soul manifesting. Her skin, her clothes, her hair—everything transmuted in an instant.
Flesh turned to crystal. Blood turned to light. In the blink of an eye, the terrified handmaiden vanished. In her place, suspended in the air between the Devil King and the Arch Duke, was a statue.
It was a statue of a woman made of flawless, transparent diamond. It was beautiful. It sparkled under the purple sun, refracting the sickly light into a thousand rainbows. It was the hardest substance in the world, reinforced by the desperate will of a girl who refused to let her family die.
The Diamond Queen didn't have a weapon. She had her arms wide open, in a pose of protection. She was a shield.
The Spear of Nihil, the weapon of a god, struck the center of the diamond chest.
CRACK-BOOM.