DXD: Queen of Angels

First, I hope you guys had a happy Christmas. This chapter was supposed to come out on the 25 but I keep deleting it every 3 or 4 times because I wasn't happy with the dialogue and the fight scene. I was trying to create the Heaven Black Ops to be like Rainbow 6 Siege them stealth breaching in the underworld.

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in heaven 

The Horsemen stood in a grand hall deep within Heaven's Black Ops headquarters, a place meant for strategy and planning. Despite the gravitas of their roles, today was a rare moment of respite an opportunity for the group to engage in their usual banter.

The horsemen and Zarathos were getting ready to invade some high noble devil's house that had force-taking nuns. They were leading a group of The Black Ops Angels under Metatron.

Unlike traditional angels of Heaven, this specialized group operates in secrecy, taking on missions too dangerous or morally ambiguous for Heaven's main forces. Each member is led by one of the Four Horsemen and Zarathos.

(I deadass forgot the horsemen's names xd)

 War, her long blond hair glowing faintly with a golden hue, rested her hands on the hilt of her blazing sword. Her fiery eyes scanned the room that had teleport runes to the underworld.

"Mother should make some sci-fi battleships for combat that would be so much fun," Maeriva spoke to her sisters in a bloodthirsty tone.

Pestilence also known as Azaria, is a pale, almost translucent figure with glowing veins of green energy, inspecting her nails as if disinterested "Honestly, Maeriva, your obsession with destruction is so... predictable." 

Maeriva mocked gasping, clutching her chest "Oh no, Azaria! The queen of subtlety is giving me advice! Should I take notes? Or are you afraid I'll start doing your job better than you?"

Death who goes by Morrana chuckles softly, her hollow voice filling the chamber "It's amusing how you all think your methods matter. In the end, everything comes to me. Whether it's a blade, a famine, or a plague, all roads lead to Death."

Famine known as Seraphina snorted, shaking her head "Spoken like someone who hasn't had a good meal in a millennium. What's it like, Morrana? Living off the scraps of our hard work?"

Maervia laughs, flashing a fiery grin "She got you there emo princess."

Zarathos chuckles from the window, his wings faintly glowing with a mix of holy light and demonic power "You four are an amusing bunch, but when you're done playing, you might want to remember that Mother wants us to… extend the holy word to the devils. 

Maervia gave Zarathos a teasing smile, walking toward him "Is the big, bad Zarathos finally going to join us? Or are you just here to watch us do all the hard work, we all know how exclusive you are with your holy flames?"

Zarathos with a half-smile, fire pupils flashing with both holy and dark energy

"Hard work? I seem to recall the last time I joined in, you were all running for cover when I released my holy flames. But I'm always happy to help... as long as something is interesting."

Azaria playfully raised an eyebrow "Oh, so now you're too holy to get your hands dirty, Zarathos? Last night I saw on the news that you ripped out a human skull and used it like a nutcracker?"

Zarathos grinning wide "I never said I don't get my hands dirty. I'm just selective about what I destroy. Holy power is very delicate, you know."

Just then an angel came into the room "Sorry for interrupting but Lady Gabriel wants to see you all in the war chamber." the angel said

Gabriel stood before the Horsemen in Heaven's war chamber, her serene face betraying a flicker of sorrow. A magical map of the Underworld flickered in the air, revealing a fortress.

"Over a dozen nuns have been forcibly taken," Gabriel explained. "The perpetrators are devil nobles known for their cruelty. Heaven cannot allow this atrocity to stand."

Maervia stepped forward, resting her glowing greatsword on her shoulder. "Then it's time we make them pay," she said, her voice low and resolute. Her eyes gleamed with determination, a faint smirk curling her lips.

Gabriel nodded. "Your primary objective is to rescue the nuns. But if these nobles continue to defy Heaven's laws…" Her voice trailed off, but the meaning was clear.

Zarathos skull started to shift into a grin. "Don't worry, Gabriel. We'll make sure they understand the consequences."

"Let's do this already! I want to finally test my soul sword on someone who didn't spawn from the time chamber! " Maervia shouted feeling impatient 

Azaria A wiry, fidgety figure with vibrant green hair and an array of glowing potions at her belt "I could enhance that sword for you, Maervia. Imagine every time you swing it, you release a lovely plague of locusts. Very you, don't you think?"

Maervia was Rolling her eyes but grinning "Because nothing says 'battle prowess' like accidentally inhaling my own swarm of bugs. Thanks, Azaria, but I'll pass."

Azaria shrugged with a mischievous grin "Suit yourself. Your loss."

Morrana Set down her cup of tea spawned from her powers and tilted her head at Maervia "Honestly, though, do you ever get tired of swinging that thing around? You could try being subtle for once."

Maervia Pretending to be offended "Excuse me, subtlety is my middle name. Remember that time I leveled a castle without even unsheathing my sword?"

Seraphina Dryly spoke, "You mean the time you tripped on a rock, and the castle collapsed out of sheer embarrassment?"

Maervia laughed and pointed her sword at Seraphina "Careful, famine-bringer. I might just eat your unending loaf of bread."

Morrana Calmly stood up "Ladies, ladies. Let's not forget, we're here to bring nuns taken by devil nobles. Not kill each other… yet."

Azaria Snickering "Morrana right. Let's save the fighting for the devils. Besides, I still have to try out my new itching powder of doom. Any volunteers?"

Maervia stood and twirled her sword, grinning wickedly "Bring it, Azaria. I'll turn you into the world's first sneeze-powered cannonball."

[in the underworld]

A devil-noble mansion fortress loomed before them, an obsidian fortress glowing with malevolent crimson light. Dozens of patrolling devils roamed the outer walls, their forms blending seamlessly with the shadows. Inside, the kidnapped nuns were held in a heavily guarded chamber. The Horsemen and Zarathos crouched behind a jagged rock formation at the edge of a hellish chasm, cloaked in silence.

Zarathos voice cut through their comms, his tone sharp and commanding. "Stick to the plan. We move in fast, stay unseen, and neutralize threats before they can call for reinforcements. Morrana, you're up first."

Morrana nodded, her spectral cloak shimmering as she phased through the fortress wall. Her twin scythes, black as midnight, materialized in her hands as she glided silently through the halls. With precision, she appeared behind some devil sentry, her blade slicing through the air in a whisper. The guard crumpled to the ground with his head cut off before he could sound an alarm.

"Outer wall clear," Morrana's voice echoed softly in their earpieces.

Maervia gestured to the rest of the team. "Move."

The Horsemen and Zarathos advanced, each step calculated. Seraphina extended her hand, her fingers weaving intricate magic patterns. A wave of oppressive hunger swept over a group of patrolling devils, causing them to stagger and collapse, too weak to stand. She moved past them without a sound, her eyes scanning for the next threat.

Azaria was next, she started using a high-tech wrist gauntlet that had runes on it. The gauntlet was Constructed for hacking both technology and magic. She was humming softly as she hacked into the fortress's security network. The lights in the corridor flickered, and the surveillance cameras went dark.

"Cameras are down. I've marked the patrols' routes on your HUDs," Azaria whispered.

Maervia gripped her sword, the blade's edge shimmering with a faint glow as it carved open a portal. The team stepped through, emerging in the heart of the fortress a grand hall lined with infernal banners and teeming with devil guards.

The devils, unaware of the intruders, continued their patrols. Zarathos raised his hand, signaling for the team to split up.

Morrana moved along the shadows, her form flickering between visibility and invisibility. Two guards stood near a doorway, oblivious to the silent reaper behind them. Her scythes spun in a graceful arc, severing their bonds to life before they could react.

across the large space, Morrana took down the two guards they moved down the hallway where the gate was. there stand guard near a gateway carved from obsidian. They chat in casual tones, unaware of the predator stalking them.

From the darkness above, Zarathos watches silently, perched on a ledge. His skeletal frame is wreathed in faint, flickering flames, muted for stealth. His burning chain glimmers faintly in his hands, ready to strike.

Devil 1 Grumbled while pacing "Another shift. Why can't the humans just give up? Their prayers are worthless against us."

Devil 2 Snorting "Let them pray. It's not like the heavens send anyone down here—"

Before the sentence is finished, Zarathos drops silently from the shadows above. His clawed hand, now wreathed in golden fire, clasps over the second devil's mouth, muffling its scream. Holy flames sear through its infernal form, reducing it to ash without a sound.

Devil 1 Turned just in time to see a flicker of light "What the—?"

Zarathos moves with impossible speed, closing the gap in an instant. His chain, glowing with divine runes, lashes out like a whip, entangling the devil. The creature's struggles grow weaker as the chain constricts, burning with purifying fire. With a final tug, Zarathos pulls the devil into the shadows, where only a faint hiss of flame marks its end.

Morrana walks right next to Zarathos and lets out a low whistle "You know sometimes I forget which one of us is the avatar of death."

Zarathos just chuckles "It's just skill but this beats killing humans that got boring fast that I had to make it into a game like Jigsaw."

Just then a group of devils came up ahead causing both Zarathos and Morgana to be like shadow walkers and become one with the shadows.

Three of them stand guard, their wicked laughter echoing in the chasm. Zarathos observes from above, his skull's hollow eyes glowing faintly. He extends his hand, and a small, silent glyph of light appears on the ground beneath the devils.

Devil 3 Noticing the faint glow "What is—"

The glyph explodes in a burst of silent brilliance, enveloping the devils in holy light. When the radiance fades, only ashes remain, drifting on the faint breeze.

As Zarathos and the horsemen got near the fortress gates to the main part of the mansion they saw hundreds and hundreds of devil guards. The devils, unaware of the intruders, continued their patrols. Maervia raised her hand, signaling for the team to split up. 

Morrana moved along the shadows, her form flickering between visibility and invisibility. Two guards stood near a doorway, oblivious to the silent reaper behind them. Her scythes spun in a graceful arc, severing their bonds to life before they could react.

Seraphina targeted a group of guards huddled near a supply cache. She whispered an incantation, and the guards doubled over in agony, their strength sapped. With a single gesture, she rendered them unconscious, leaving no trace of the attack.

Azaria unleashed a cloud of shimmering mist from her staff, infiltrating the enemy's breathing space. Guards began coughing violently, their movements sluggish and disoriented. She moved in, disabling them with precise strikes from her staff's electrified edges.

Meanwhile, Maervia positioned herself near the grand staircase, her sword crackling with hellfire. She waited for the perfect moment, watching as a squad of devils marched into formation below her. With a single swing, she opened a portal above them. The ceiling cracked open, and a rain of molten rock poured through, neutralizing the squad in seconds.

"Area secured," Maervia reported, her voice calm but firm.

The team regrouped at the entrance to the ritual chamber, where a near army of devils stood between them and the captives. Maervia studied the battlefield, her mind racing with tactical possibilities. "Seraphina, create a diversion. Azaria, suppress the reinforcements. Death, find the hostages. Zarathos and I will handle the big one."

The doors burst open as Seraphina stepped forward, releasing a wave of debilitating energy that sent the first wave of guards into disarray. Azaria followed, her mist creating chaos among the ranks. The devils' formations broke as they struggled to see through the fog and resist the effects of Seraphina's power.

Morrana phased through the walls, locating the nuns bound in a summoning circle. With a swift motion, she cut through their restraints and guided them to safety.

Maervia and Zarathos, meanwhile, faced off against the devil commander, a towering figure clad in spiked obsidian armor. Their blades clashed, sparks flying as infernal energy met celestial fire. Maervia's sword danced with precision, each strike aimed to exploit her opponent's weaknesses. 

With a final, devastating slash, she sent the commander to his knees with her soul sword in his heart.

"Fall back!" Maervia ordered as the team gathered the rescued nuns. She opened a massive portal, its golden light cutting through the darkness of the underworld. One by one, they stepped through, leaving the fortress in ruins.

As the portal closed behind them, the Horsemen stood in the sanctuary of heaven. Maervia looked at her team, pride flickering in her piercing eyes.

"Good work. The devils will think twice before they cross us again."

In the underworld lucifer's palace

The Four Great Satans Lucifer, Leviathan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub are gathered in the depths of the Devil's Underworld, there were having their weekly meeting on the status of the underworld But tonight, something disrupted the usual rhythm of the Underworld: a silent, efficient, and brutal attack on one of their highest-ranking noble houses.

The room was still. A lone devil stood before them, trembling with fear, sweat trickling down his face as he relayed the news.

"Lord Satan, we have… we have a problem. There's been an infiltration—" the messenger stammered.

One of the Satans, Ajuka Beelzebub, the strategist and scientist, raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "What kind of infiltration?" he asked coolly.

The messenger swallowed hard. "A coordinated strike... by Heaven's... they attacked the Malphas estate. All of the guards, nobles, and devils stationed there… most are dead. The entire operation was executed with precision. but there's one detail, Lord Satan… the attack, the magic left behind resembles the horsemen of old before they give up their physical forms." he hesitated, his voice trembling"

The mention of the Horsemen caused an uneasy ripple through the room. The Great Satans exchanged uneasy glances. Lucifer, the leader of the Satans, stood, his sharp, cold gaze focusing on the messenger.

"The Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" Lucifer's voice, though quiet, held a terrifying edge. "Are you saying Heaven has unleashed them upon us?"

The messenger nodded, his hands shaking. "Yes, Lord Lucifer... they're were here... in full force."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The Horsemen had long been considered figures of myth, legends of destruction and judgment. The mere thought of them operating on Earth long ago had been enough to make even the most powerful devils hesitate to provoke Heaven. But now, they are back and have made their move.

Serafall Leviathan, with her usual bright and somewhat naive demeanor, felt the tension in the room and spoke up, her voice laced with unease. "Wait, the Horsemen? Like, all of them? But that's... that's unprecedented! Why would they target us?"

Ajuka's eyes glowed a faint green, calculating the situation. "This isn't a mere act of vengeance. If the Horsemen are involved, it means this is a strategic operation, likely led by God. Heaven wouldn't deploy them without a reason."

Beelzebub, a devil of few words but immense intellect, leaned forward, his tone even more somber. "They are not just any enemies. The Horsemen are profoundly dangerous plus this Ghost Rider. If they are truly behind this, then we are facing an organized, highly skilled force. one that knows how to strike at the heart of our nobility but."

Beelzebub, ever the thinker and strategist, tapped his fingers on his armrest. "This "Rider"' he kill only those who deserve to die? Only those who break some kind of... code?"

Lucifer finally spoke again, his voice calm, but carrying the weight of centuries. "If this was truly an execution, a judgment then why the secrecy? Why the precision? They could have made an example of them to the entire underworld. The Horsemen do not need to hide in the shadows. They would have left their mark for all to see, a warning. But instead, they vanish leaving no sign of their existence behind, save for the carnage."

Beelzebub, ever the strategist, turned to Lucifer. "So, what do we do? Do we send our armies to hunt them down? Or do we wait and see if they come for us?"

Lucifer remained silent for a long moment, his gaze focused on the distant horizon outside the chamber, lost in thought. "We will observe them. Watch their next moves. If they come again, we will need to understand them, not as enemies, But we will not act without purpose. If they are truly a threat to our way of life, then we will deal with them… but not in haste."

He looked at the other three Satans, each of them contemplating the same question.

"Until then," Lucifer continued, "we wait. But we do not ignore them."

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