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The battlefield did not shake.

It ended.

When the Four Archangels moved, the world forgot how to resist.

Lux Invicta fell first, Michael's blade cutting downward not upon flesh, but upon existence itself. The strike was silent, yet everything screamed. The abyss split like paper, and the rivers of fire hissed into steam as the sword of the First Dawn descended.

Ignis Sapientiae followed, Uriel's flame searing thought and essence alike. The fire bypassed skin, bypassed shadow, bypassed chains, it struck the idea of the Paradox, an inferno aimed not at his body, but at the very concept of what he was.

Aequitatsi fell next, Raguel's Balance, impossibly heavy, impossibly just.

Reality itself leaned into his swing, as though all creation had decided: This thing must fall. His strike did not kill. It corrected. Every contradiction screamed as it was pressed down beneath the weight of order.

Then, Sariel's arrow landed.

It did not pierce. It did not wound. It erased.

The moment her shaft of eternity struck, the Paradox was locked in a prison outside of time, his limbs freezing, his breath suspended. Even his scream was denied, swallowed by a silence older than angels.

And then... The Legion descended.

A thousand spears crashed as one, their light not a storm but a new dawn, swallowing every shadow in sight. Their hymn thundered like law itself, commanding the world to be only one thing: pure, unbroken, eternal.

The sky collapsed under the brilliance. The abyss boiled into nothing. For a single heartbeat, Hell itself looked like Heaven.

When the storm cleared... The Ultimate Paradox was no longer standing.

He was buried beneath the crossfire of law and flame, crushed under the blades, chained in eternity, drowned in light. His body was unrecognizable, fractured into shards of shadow, code, and broken flesh, pinned against the void by Michael's radiant sword.

The Legion did not cheer. They did not rejoice.

For even bound, even crushed, even annihilated... That smile still twitched on his broken face.

Pinned beneath the combined strike, shadows leaking like tar from the fractures in his body, the Paradox still laughed. His voice cracked, broken, but the mirth within it was sharp enough to wound the silence.

"…You…" he wheezed, blood and black light spilling from his lips, "you know that if I die here, you… You and Master will disappear along with me, right?" His one remaining eye flickered with mocking pity. "We're different, but we live in one body, you, Master, and I. One falls, we all vanish"

A second voice rumbled faintly within the cracks of his chest.

A colder, steadier tone.

[…You know that's not balanced. You're unstable. Give Master's body back]

For the first time since the strike landed, the Paradox's grin faltered. His hand twitched against Michael's radiant blade pinning him to the void. He spat shadow, then chuckled low.

"Unstable? Heh. You think I'm the problem? Without me, you'd be nothing but a ghost gnawing at his soul. And Master-" he tilted his head, bloodied smile wide, "Master wanted me. He needed me. That's why I was born, he needs me to survive"

The light of Heaven pressed harder. Michael's sword sank deeper, Uriel's flames roared hotter, Raguel's Balance shook with divine weight, Sariel's arrow kept time frozen. Yet still he spoke, each word more defiant.

"…But if you're so desperate, if you really want to 'fix' this, then try it." His shadow flickered, pulling at the chains, twitching like a mad heartbeat. "Tear me away. See if Master survives without me"

For a moment, the battlefield hushed.

Even the Archangels, poised to finish the execution, felt the tension of something deeper, an inner war, three wills bound in one body, threatening to collapse or explode.

The Paradox's eye glowed with malicious delight.

"…So tell me…" he whispered, voice cutting through the light, "…who does Master belong to?"

For a heartbeat, silence. Then...

[I don't need to tear you apart] The inner voice rumbled, deeper than judgment, calmer than fire. [I need you... To surrender to me]

The Paradox's grin twitched, confusion flashing in his fractured expression.

[DING]

The sound wasn't from Heaven. It wasn't from Hell. It rang from within, like the toll of an ancient bell that predated angels, demons, even gods.

[... Overdrive Protocol: Full Drive!]

The body convulsed. Light and darkness tore free at once, spiraling into a storm that split the battlefield into halves, one drenched in shadow that devoured radiance, the other blazing with a light so pure even the Archangels faltered.

Michael narrowed his eyes, sword tightening in his grip. "…What… is this?"

Uriel's flames stuttered, bending unnaturally as if bowing to the new resonance. Raguel's Balance scale cracked in his hands. Sariel's frozen arrow quivered, time itself faltering around it.

Within the storm, the Paradox's laughter was cut short, strangled by something greater pressing down on him.

"Wha- what is this?! This isn't you! This isn't Master! WHO?!"

The voice answered, layered, echoing as if three beings spoke in unison.

[... We're one]

[We are not your corruption...]

"... We are the drive beyond Paradox"

The body straightened, every chain, of light, of fire, of scripture, of sin, shattering into motes that vanished in silence. From the ruin of that prison, something impossible unfolded.

Seven wings of shadow.

Seven wings of light.

Interlacing, spiraling, folding into impossible geometry that no god nor demon could comprehend.

The sky cracked.

The battlefield trembled.

Even the Archangels, those who had stood unshaken since the dawn of Heaven, recoiled instinctively, weapons lowering, breaths caught.

And the Paradox screamed. His essence twisted, consumed, swallowed whole by the ignition of Full Drive, until only silence remained where his laugh once echoed.

Then, with a voice that bent reality itself, the entity spoke:

"We… I… am the New Beginning"

This was not the Paradox.

Not Taufik.

Not the System.

It was something birthed in the crucible of their conflict, something that transcended all of them.

Not an echo of the past.

Not a fragment of corruption.

But the first step of a path is never written.

The New Beginning turned its gaze upon the Archangels. Their divinity wavered under that stare, for they saw not opposition, but replacement.

The end of what was.

The rise of what must be.

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"…That's it," Lucifer whispered, his voice trembling with ecstasy as he rose slowly from his obsidian throne. His six wings unfurled with a sound like cracking heavens, his eyes burning brighter than suns.

"So what should we do, Lucifer?" Asmodeus asked, her tone cautious, almost reverent.

"…What should we do?" Lucifer repeated, almost amused. Then he smiled. "We do nothing"

"WHAT?!" Satan roared, his voice shaking the Infernal Court, his claws digging into stone. "After all this, after waiting, after watching and you tell us to stand idle?! Are you insane, Lucifer?!"

"Lucifer…" Mammon leaned forward from his gilded seat, his eyes sharp with greed and suspicion. "Isn't it time you finally told us what this 'grand plan' of yours is? You always said we were missing one key. Now the key is here, right before us, in our grasp. And yet you say do nothing. What are you truly after?"

Lucifer's smile only deepened, though his eyes grew colder. "…The key was never about the one who holds the power. The key… is what that power can do"

Beelzebub hissed, his voice dripping with hunger, "And what can it do?"

Lucifer spread his arms, as though unveiling a truth too vast for them to comprehend. "It can grant us freedom"

Silence. The word fell like a blade through the chamber.

"But do you think anyone can hold that power?" Lucifer's voice dropped, sharp and cutting. "No. No one can. That force contains both Destruction and Creation. Two absolutes that annihilate each other. One can wield destruction, yes. Or creation, perhaps. But both together? Impossible. It is like forcing an Angel and a Demon into one vessel. It can happen, but almost never. Even I… I would not claim the confidence to control such a paradox"

He turned, his expression suddenly dark. "…Even the Creator tried. And even He failed"

The chamber stirred. Even Satan was silent now.

And then Leviathan, her serpentine coils shifting restlessly in the black sea beneath her throne, narrowed her eyes.

"…So why can the Dafient do it?" she asked, her voice a hiss that slithered through the chamber.

Lucifer's smile widened, terrible, radiant, unbearable to look at.

"…Simple"

He leaned forward, elbows resting lightly on his knees. His shadow stretched like chains across the obsidian floor, reaching toward each of the Seven Thrones.

"Because in him… it is not only him"

"…What?" Leviathan's pupils thinned, her voice trembling despite her pride. "Are you saying that in that one body, there are three souls that reside?"

Lucifer's laughter was soft, like a blade sliding from its sheath.

"Not souls… Existence"

He raised one hand, ticking off each point as if reciting a holy truth.

"One, the Paradox. The absolute power, embodiment of Destruction itself. That which should never exist, and yet does"

"Two, something else, unnamed... unseen. But I believe it is the Legacy of the Will. The flame left behind when even gods surrendered"

"And three, the balancer. The anchor. The Defiant himself. A mortal named Taufik"

The chamber darkened, shadows thickening at his words.

Lucifer's smile thinned into something colder, sharper. "…Before we go further, let me ask you all this. Do you know what Humans truly are?"

Silence. Even Satan's fury was held back. Even Beelzebub's hunger was quieted.

Lucifer's voice cut through the stillness like a sermon echoing in an empty cathedral:

"Humans… are the only beings who can carry contradiction without breaking. Angels are absolute. Demons are absolute. We are bound to what we are"

He looked around, each gaze locking with his in turn.

"But humans? They can be cruel and kind. Weak and strong. Fragile and unyielding. They are vessels of paradox. Not because they are powerful, but because they are incomplete. And in their incompleteness, they can hold both Creation and Destruction without shattering"

Lucifer leaned back on his throne, folding his hands together. His wings spread wide, haloed in fire and shadow.

"That is why the Dafient can hold what even the Creator abandoned. Not because he is a god. Not because he is a demon. But because he is… human"

The word lingered, echoing through the Hollow Court of the Sins like a forbidden truth.

But then, Lucifer's smile grew darker, his tone lowering into something colder, older.

"Humans, after all, are not the Creator's creation"

The other Thrones stirred, shock rippling across their faces.

"They are not born of His hand… but of His absence." Lucifer's eyes burned like dawn seen through a veil of blood. "When the Creator vanished, fragments of His being fell upon the formless dust. And from those fragments, humans were born"

He spread his hands, as though offering the final piece of a puzzle none of them had dared to solve.

"That is why they endure contradiction. That is why they can carry Creation and Destruction without collapsing"

His gaze swept across his brothers and sisters, each one frozen in silence.

"And that… is the reason we ended the Great War"

The chamber fell deathly still. Even Satan's growl died in his throat.

Lucifer's voice sank into a whisper, yet it struck like thunder:

"It was not Heaven's blade nor Hell's fire that stayed our hands. It was the sudden appearance of Adam and Eve... born from the Creator's fragments, stepping upon Earth. Proof that His shadow still lingers in them"

Lucifer leaned back into his throne, a smile like a curse upon his lips.

"…And now, one of their children holds the key to what even we could never claim, but we can use"

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