Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines

Mira shot forward first while holding her dagger, despite Azel shouting at her to stand back.

She still did it anyway.

“Release.” The word came out as both command and prayer.

She threw her dagger at the seven-foot devil with all her strength. It shot through the air like a bullet, spinning end over end.

Bael’zaroth raised his hand casually to catch it, his fingers closing around the blade with contemptuous ease.

However, when he did, what followed was the release of everything she had reaped so far.

Hundreds of daggers materialized in the air around him, all formed from the souls she’d collected. They spun through the air in a deadly spiral before descending upon him from every angle, attempting to pierce his skin from all sides simultaneously.

They broke the moment they touched his body.

Every single blade shattered like glass against stone, the fragments falling uselessly to the floor with metallic tinkling sounds.

“What kind of fool would use Death force on the God that wields it…?” Bael’zaroth’s voice carried genuine disappointment as he turned to face Mira directly.

Her body froze up completely under that gaze and her muscles locking involuntarily. The original dagger that had been stopped in his hand shot back at her instantly, moving faster than she could track.

SKRR!!

The sound of metal hitting metal rang out as Irielle materialized in front of Mira with her lance raised, defending her teammate.

“Mira… get your head in the game.” Irielle’s voice was steady despite the trembling in her arms from blocking that attack.

She parried the redirected dagger, letting it fall harmlessly to the side.

A wave of destruction spread over the fallen blade as it began disintegrating. The effect spread to the badge on Irielle’s chest as well, the metal corroding and crumbling away.

“If we die here… Master will never forgive himself.”

Mira nodded sharply, shaking off her paralysis. She summoned her proper sword from her storage ring and brandished it with both hands.

The hundreds of daggers that had their blades shattered upon trying to pierce Bael’zaroth’s skin floated back into the air, reformed by death force into deadly projectiles once more.

The reconstructed daggers shot at them in a coordinated assault.

Mira immediately stepped forward while holding her sword high. In several blurs of motion too fast to follow individually, she cut through the incoming daggers one after another. Metal rang against metal in rapid succession.

Irielle used the opening to throw her lance at the King of the Underworld with tremendous force.

Bael’zaroth caught it effortlessly with one hand and immediately tried to crush it, his fingers tightening around the shaft. However, he was unable to break it despite applying pressure that should have splintered any weapon.

For some reason, the lance did not break despite the fact that he… a god, was exerting immense power on it.

The weapon turned ethereal in his grip, becoming translucent and intangible. It exploded with tremendous force, making him draw back his hand reflexively.

The lance returned to Irielle’s waiting palm, pulled by invisible connection.

“Not even a scratch…” Irielle muttered under her breath, staring at Bael’zaroth’s unmarked skin.

That had never happened with Ethereal Explosion before. The technique always left some damage, always caused some harm but the King’s flesh showed no injury whatsoever.

As Bael’zaroth turned his attention toward her, two bone daggers covered with brilliant divinity shot toward him from a different angle. They bounced off his skin harmlessly, making him turn instead to face Azel.

The bone daggers disappeared mid-flight and were replaced by the bone sword that Azel wielded, now wrapped in Aurum’s golden hand’s power.

Azel covered the distance between them in a matter of seconds, moving faster than human perception, and slashed downward with all his strength.

Bael’zaroth raised a single finger upward to meet the blade.

Both forces collided with apocalyptic impact.

It was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. The ground around them shattered instantly, stone cracking in a spiderweb pattern that spread outward for dozens of feet.

A burst of wind pushed everyone else backward, forcing them to brace themselves or be thrown.

Azel landed on the ground in a crouch and the world turned white.

Starlight covered his blade as he activated Star Strike and in this accelerated white world where everything slowed down to frozen stillness, Bael’zaroth could somehow move normally.

“So you can use Starlight as well? You’re a walking realm of surprises.” Bael’zaroth’s voice sounded pleased, almost excited.

He brought his arm forward faster than Azel could react even in this accelerated state. His fist connected with Azel’s chest with bone-crushing impact, forcing him to shoot backward like a cannonball.

Destruction magic carved across his body as flesh was systematically destroyed.

The world returned to normal speed and Rene watched helplessly as Azel shot past him. Everything had happened in that single instant between heartbeats.

Azel buried the soles of his shoes into the stone floor, carving deep grooves as he fought to stop his momentum.

He summoned his own destruction magic, absorbing the destructive energy that crawled across his body and threatened to reduce him to nothing.

“How very interesting!” Bael’zaroth’s voice carried genuine enthusiasm now.

Azel blinked once.

Within that fraction of a second that it took him to close and open his eyes, the seven-foot devil had managed to close the entire distance between them. Bael’zaroth was right in front of Azel now with his fist cocked back and ready to strike.

Azel moved to the right desperately as the fist came crashing forward.

The punch missed him by inches and collided with the wall instead. The entire wall completely shattered under that casual force, revealing the hallway beyond with blood still scattered across it.

Stone exploded outward in chunks.

Bael’zaroth did not care about the destruction he’d caused. He simply turned back to Azel with that same excited expression.

“Come on, don’t you have any more interesting stuff to show me?” He threw another fist at Azel’s face.

Azel parried with his sword, blade meeting knuckles. However, just parrying the strike broke his arm, the bones snapping like dry wood from the transferred force. He dodged the next punch through sheer instinct, reversing the damage to his shattered arm as he moved.

‘My divinity…’ Azel’s thoughts raced as he assessed his internal reserves.

It was running dry. He’d been burning through it too quickly with constant regeneration and the protective barrier. He made a split-second decision and receded the divinity shield that he’d been using to protect his team from the ambient Death force.

The wave of concentrated Death energy bathed all of them immediately.

The effect was instantaneous and brutal. Mira fell to her knees, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. Irielle could barely remain standing, her legs trembling with the effort.

Even Azel himself felt his movements becoming slower as the Death force pressed against him.

Bael’zaroth capitalized instantly, landing a powerful uppercut that connected with Azel’s jaw.

The blow sent him shooting upward through the ceiling and into the open air above the castle. Just from that single punch alone, Azel’s neck had been broken, the vertebrae was completely shattered.

He reversed the damage while glancing down and saw Bael’zaroth jumping after him, following him into the sky.

‘If magic or divinity won’t let me hit him properly…’ Azel’s mind worked frantically as the devil closed the distance.

He closed his eyes and began sensing for the aura points in his body, those points that Sebastian had mentioned during training.

Sebastian had already shown him the first one and he was using it constantly. However, he needed the other two gates if he wanted any chance of matching Bael’zaroth’s physical power.

Azel coughed violently, blood spraying from his mouth to stain his face and clothes.

“Azel!” Gwendolyn’s voice screamed from inside his soul as shadows began gathering around his body instinctively, trying to protect him.

“No…” Azel managed to mutter through the blood pouring from his nose and ears now.

He had found the points, located the second and third gates in his body’s energy network. He just needed to untie them and to force them open despite his body’s natural resistance.

Bael’zaroth was right below him now, still ascending. Azel was distantly glad that the others would get a chance to breathe since the oppressive presence of the King followed him into the air, giving Mira and Irielle temporary relief from the Death force.

“Don’t you have anything more interesting to show me?” Bael’zaroth asked, sounding almost bored.

Azel completely turned to face him while cocking back his fist. He forced the points open.

Veins popped up across his arm, then his chest, then his entire body as an immense amount of aura flooded his system all at once. The energy was overwhelming, burning through his channels like liquid fire.

Bael’zaroth’s eyes widened in genuine surprise for the first time.

Azel punched forward with everything he had.

The immense speed managed to catch the King right on the cheek. What followed was a shockwave that rippled through the air visibly, distorting space itself.

The King of the Underworld was launched backward like he’d been hit by a meteor, his body creating another massive hole in the castle’s roof as he crashed through it.

He landed on the throne room floor and the impact spread out a shockwave that tossed Rene backward and made Mira and Irielle’s hair whip around their faces violently.

The smoke cleared to reveal that Bael’zaroth was still standing properly, his feet planted firmly on the ground. There was a mark on his cheek now… the first injury Azel had managed to inflict.

Azel dropped from the air and immediately took a fighting stance. The immense amount of aura pouring out from his body made Mira wince just from proximity.

At that rate, he would blow his internal organs apart by overloading them with energy they weren’t meant to contain.

With a roar that was more animal than human, Azel shot forward. Bael’zaroth dodged the punch easily, moving with casual grace.

The bottom half of Aria’s corpse was suddenly swung in such a precise arc that the crotch entered Azel’s open mouth as he charged forward.

His eyes widened in shock and horror as he immediately fell to the ground, the flesh sliding back out of his mouth.

“You don’t eat what the King of Hell has already begun eating, or else you’ll be poisoned…” Bael’zaroth said while looking down at Azel’s convulsing form.

Purple veins popped up all over Azel’s body, spreading like dark lightning across his skin. He was immensely poisoned, the corruption spreading through his system faster than his reversal could counter it.

His aura flickered and died out completely.

Bael’zaroth raised his hand toward Azel’s prone form.

“By the Authority vested in Death itself… I hereby erase your existence from this realm.” Purple energy gathered in his palm and the aura shot forward and struck Azel directly.

His body was completely broken apart on a fundamental level, flesh and bone reduced to dust that scattered across the throne room floor. Within seconds, nothing remained of him except fading particles.

Bael’zaroth turned his gaze to Irielle.

“Master!” She cried out while rushing forward with her lance raised, tears streaming down her face.

The Death force in the air suddenly multiplied tenfold, becoming so concentrated it was visible as a dark miasma. Irielle’s legs gave out and she fell to her knees.

Her vision faded to black as she lost consciousness, collapsing face-first onto the stone. Mira fell beside her moments later, unconscious before she hit the ground.

Bael’zaroth turned to Rene as he casually finished eating the last of Aria’s body, chewing thoughtfully.

“What will you do now…?” The question hung in the air, addressed to the traumatized boy.

…

Azel floated in a black place, a void of absolute nothingness. His arms flailed desperately as his eyes widened until they were completely bloodshot.

“Reverse!”

[You are being affected by an Authority… Reversal does not work against this Authority!]

“Reverse!”

[You are being affected by an Authority… Reversal does not work against this Authority!]

“Reverse!”

[You are being affected by an Authority… Reversal does not work against this Authority!]

“Reverse!”

[You are being affected by an Authority… Reversal does not work against this Authority!]

“Reverse!”

[You are being affected by an Authority… Reversal does not work against this Authority!]

Azel shouted the command so many times that he lost count of the repetitions. Minutes or hours could have passed in this timeless void.

Finally, something changed as the last speck of his divinity drained away completely.

[You are being reversed]

…

Azel appeared back on the ground in the castle, though his body was incredibly thin now. The bones in his chest were showing through translucent skin and his ribs were clearly visible.

His lungs were even partially exposed.

He looked ahead and saw that Rene was in the arms of Bael’zaroth, the boy’s small body held like a doll.

“Hu… uhhh???”

Blood trickled down to the throne room floor as Bael’zaroth bit into Rene’s headless body. The King began eating him methodically, consuming the child piece by piece.

“Rene!!!”

Azel tried to jump forward but shadows erupted from the ground and wrapped around his legs, keeping him stuck in place.

“Gwendolyn! What the fuck are you doing?!” His voice was hoarse, breaking with desperation.

“You have no more divinity left…” Gwendolyn’s voice was pained but firm. “If I let you go, then you’ll die for real! Not even reversal will save you!”

“Let me go!” He shouted out with everything he had left. “Gwendolyn, let me g—”

He collapsed to the ground unconscious, his body simply giving out from exhaustion and trauma.

Bael’zaroth finished eating Rene, swallowing the last piece and licking blood from his fingers.

“You, that resides in his soul… come out.” His command was absolute.

Gwendolyn appeared in physical form with terrified eyes, unable to disobey a direct order from the King of the Underworld.

“You have given me what I want, so I will no longer attack the Earth. Take care of that man, for I will battle him again later when he’s worthy.” Bael’zaroth’s tone was almost kind now, satisfied. “You may return to your world now.”

He waved his hand over them casually and a beam of purple light pierced downward from nowhere, covering Azel’s unconscious form and Gwendolyn as well as Mira and Irielle.

The light lifted them and sent them back toward the surface world, teleporting them away.

As they vanished, Bael’zaroth collapsed onto his knees and his mouth opened impossibly wide.

From it, Rene emerged, completely naked but now sporting two small horns on his head identical to Bael’zaroth’s own.

The boy was unconscious, breathing but unaware. He was pushed gently to the side.

Another bigger figure came out from the devil’s mouth next, wrapped in thick saliva. It was Aria, fully restored and whole, with similar horns now growing from her head.

Only after both of them were expelled did Bael’zaroth stand up properly and wipe his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

“I will show both of you what it means to be devils.” He looked up at the sky visible through the holes in his ceiling.

Then he paused, expression shifting to annoyance.

“Wait, what am I going to do about the roof?”