Chapter 9

After the intense battle against Asmodeus and Mammon, the atmosphere remained thick with tension. The sun filtered through the cracks in the tall camp walls, illuminating the weapons and the dust lingering in the air. Inside Kutichay's home—a simple yet cozy space—Ishnofel (Sumaq) prepared to teach the envoys of Jesus—Kutichay, Daniel, Rosenda, and Camila—a more advanced level of swordsmanship.

Intermediate Sword Techniques
Sumaq, calm and authoritative, began the training session as the sound of clashing swords and echoing footsteps filled the room. With the soft light streaming through the windows, he demonstrated the stances and movements with near-lethal precision.

During a short break, the air grew cooler. Kutichay, with a curious expression, approached his father. The sound of swords ceased for a moment, replaced by the whisper of wind slipping through the cracks in the house.
— Dad, you faced Lucifer... what is he really like? — asked Kutichay, looking at his father with a mix of awe and fear.
Sumaq paused, his face hardening slightly, as if recalling the image of Lucifer pierced him with the weight of his past. Silence settled thickly, broken only by the distant rustling of leaves. With a grave and calm voice, Sumaq began to recount what he had seen.
— His appearance... is that of a beautiful angel, with four golden wings. One of them covers his body, while the others are for flying. He's like a fusion between a cherub and a seraph, but without the ox, eagle, and lion heads. His face is human and perfect... — Sumaq explained, his gaze lost on the horizon, as if trying to see Lucifer again in that faraway place where the battle had taken place.
Kutichay stared at him, confused, while the wind continued to blow softly through the wooden walls of the house.
— So, he doesn't look like a demon with horns or someone red, right? — asked Kutichay, processing the new information.
Sumaq frowned slightly at his son's misconception but replied with a reassuring smile:
— That's just a myth. Demons aren't like how the church portrays them. They resemble angels in their true form. — he said with a slight laugh, easing the tension in the air.
The sound of the trainees' breathing could be heard in the background as Kutichay absorbed his father's words, slowly processing the depth of what he had just learned.
— So... everything I know about demons is just a belief? — asked Kutichay, astonished.
Without losing his composure, Sumaq began drawing in the dirt floor to illustrate his point.
— Exactly. And angels aren't just humans with wings either; they're more like creatures with eyes all over their bodies. Only archangels and a few angels can take human form because they're closer to us. The rest look like wings full of eyes. — he explained, as Kutichay's eyes remained fixed on his father's words.
The room seemed to fade into solemn calm as the conversation deepened. Every word from Sumaq grew heavier and more revealing, yet it opened even more questions in Kutichay's mind.

Elsewhere in an unknown part of the world, Lucifer, surrounded by the five deadly sins, stared with disdain at a map of the world. The atmosphere was dense, filled with dark energy. Shadows danced around them as they discussed how to eliminate their enemies, Ishnofel and his son.
Lucifer, standing with his imposing presence, turned his gaze toward his allies. The echoes of his disdain were clear, resonating in every word.
— We've got a little problem. That traitor Ishnofel has joined his son. Now they're allies. Any ideas on how to get rid of them? — said Lucifer in a deep tone, his voice rumbling like thunder in a storm.
Around him, the deadly sins debated among themselves, each offering suggestions that, while merciless, revealed the destructive nature of their desires. The atmosphere grew heavier with each proposal. The ground beneath their feet seemed to vibrate with the energy of darkness.
Leviathan, with his guttural voice, broke the silence:
— How about we attack them without mercy and then eat whatever's left? — he suggested, his stomach growling in the gloom.
Lucifer's sardonic laughter cut through the proposal. With a piercing glare, he addressed the rest:
— Stop thinking with your stomach, Leviathan! — he replied, his rage barely contained.
However, in the corner, Belphegor was deep asleep, surrounded by an aura of eternal indifference. Next to him, Beelzebub frowned, looking at the Sin of Sloth with contempt.
— Belphegor! BELPHEGOR! — Lucifer shouted, pushing him angrily.
— Five more minutes... — murmured Belphegor, not even lifting a finger.
Lucifer let out a long sigh, then stood with resolve. His face lit up with a malicious grin, and with a cold, calculating look, he began to lay out his plan.
— No matter. I'll go confront them myself. I'm more than capable. After all, I'm the first angel of all creation. — said Lucifer, as the shadow of his figure expanded, absorbing the light around him.

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