Deep within the heart of Hell stood a palace carved from black stone and burning iron.
The Throne of Hell sat at its center.
And upon it…
Sat the ruler of all demons.
Lucifer.
The King of Hell rested his chin against his hand, watching the battlefield through a floating mirror made of crimson flame.
Inside the mirror—
Two figures fought like monsters.
Alex and Azrael.
Their clash shook the landscape.
Chains of souls screamed through the sky as Azrael's domain tightened around Alex.
Lucifer smiled faintly.
"My children are entertaining today."
Behind him, a tall demon servant knelt.
"My lord… should we intervene?"
Lucifer chuckled softly.
"Why?"
The mirror showed Alex being thrown across the battlefield again.
Blood covered his body.
Lucifer's golden eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Pain builds kings."
Then the mirror shifted.
Showing another place entirely.
Earth.
A ruined chapel filled with living shadows.
And in the center of that darkness stood another boy.
Gabriel.
Lucifer's smile widened.
"Ah…"
"My little experiment."
The servant hesitated.
"The cursed one?"
Lucifer nodded.
"The immortal."
His eyes glowed brighter.
"Tell me…"
"What do you think will happen when endless pain is forced into a body that cannot die?"
The servant stayed silent.
Lucifer answered his own question.
"Evolution."
He leaned back on the throne.
"The curse was never meant to break him."
The servant looked confused.
"My lord?"
Lucifer laughed quietly.
"No."
"It was meant to forge him."
The mirror showed Gabriel surrounded by violent shadows.
Lucifer whispered softly.
"Pain creates monsters."
"And monsters create legends."
Meanwhile — Hell
Inside the Soul Domain, chains burst from the ground again.
Azrael swung his scythe downward.
The blade cut across Alex's shoulder.
Blood sprayed across the cracked earth.
Alex dropped to one knee.
Breathing heavily.
But his crimson eyes still burned.
Azrael frowned.
"You're still smiling?"
Alex laughed weakly.
"You talk too much."
Azrael raised his scythe again.
"You've lost."
But Alex slowly stood back up.
His body trembled.
Yet his voice remained steady.
"You think this is my limit?"
The ground beneath him cracked.
A dark red aura exploded outward.
Azrael's eyes widened slightly.
"Wrath again…"
Alex raised his sword.
Flames of demonic energy wrapped around the blade.
"Let's make this interesting."
Back on Earth
Gabriel suddenly collapsed to one knee again.
The surge of pain from Alex's battle flooded through him.
But this time…
Gabriel did not scream.
Instead—
He absorbed it.
The shadows around him twisted violently.
Nyx stood beside him like a loyal guardian.
Gabriel slowly stood up again.
His body shook from the immense pressure.
But his silver eyes were calm.
"More…"
The shadows deepened.
Dark tendrils spread across the floor.
Nyx's body grew slightly larger again.
Gabriel looked at his hands.
He could feel it clearly now.
Every injury Alex suffered…
Turned into power inside him.
Gabriel whispered quietly.
"So that's how the curse works."
He looked toward the sky.
Far beyond the clouds.
Toward Hell itself.
His voice became colder.
"Fight harder, brother."
The shadows around him obeyed his command.
"Because the stronger your enemies become…"
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"…the stronger I will become too."
And high above the burning skies of Hell—
Lucifer watched everything.
Smiling like a god who had already predicted the future.
Because the King of Hell knew something neither brother understood yet.
The curse linking them…
Was not just a chain.
It was a weapon that could shake the three realms.