Chapter 75: Chaos In Chicago

Following his usual routine, Damian made a final stop at Breezy’s home. The new vision he gave her was one of a bright future for her and her son, and of their bond growing stronger in the years to come.

Damian understood that manipulating someone required a balance of fear and reward. They needed to be afraid enough not to pass up the opportunity placed before them, but they also needed something desirable to drive them forward while taking it.

If he had approached Twenty with nothing but fear and forced him to sign the Faustian Bargain, he would most likely have failed. However, while he created the terrifying image of a man no one would ever want to stand against, he also presented benefits that Twenty could not afford to refuse.

“This explains why all religions offer heaven and hell. They give you something to look up to while also something to fear.” Damian spoke while looking at the peaceful face of Mama Breezy.

Walking out through her back door, Damian paused midway while shutting it tightly. His eyes narrowed beneath his mask as his surprised gaze shifted west of his location where a familiar presence lingered in the air.

“Demonic force… There is a demon close by.” He gasped in surprise, though not because of the demonic presence itself. Another force seemed to be clashing with it.

It felt different in a disturbing way and tasted like rust in his mouth, causing his lips to twist in disgust. Strangely, this foul energy was tangled with the demonic force, both sides struggling violently for dominance.

“Could it be an angel?” Damian mumbled, disbelief threading through his voice.

Hazel, Ruby, and Racheal had warned him about the chaos that would unfold on this planet once his location had been narrowed down to Earth. That was why they initially proposed leaving, though they later made him promise to keep his wedding ring on at all times so he would remain hidden. After a week or two of hearing those warnings, Damian had gradually pushed them to the back of his mind.

Until now.

“Should I?”

After his battle with Bathin, Damian had yet to fully recover. That night he had fought alone, convinced that no one would come to save him if he failed. The loneliness that had wrapped around him during that moment was so terrifying that he never wanted to experience it again.

However…

“If I can’t protect my wives against demons, how can I protect them against my brothers?” Damian questioned himself.

In an instant he cast aside the fear and replaced it with cold determination. All he intended to do was observe. If it was something that did not concern him, he would simply return. If it was otherwise, he would not hesitate to involve himself.

[Devil Wings Skill Activated]

The sound of fabric tearing echoed as a pair of large black angelic wings unfurled behind him, stretching to their full span after being cramped beneath his skin for so long. Strangely, even Damian felt a sense of relief once his wings were released.

Swoosh!

With a single flap, Damian shot into the sky like a rocket. Yet he did not stop ascending. He continued climbing higher, away from the city illuminated by streetlights and electric banners, rising into a dark sky devoid of moon or cloud. A few distant stars flickered weakly against the endless blackness, their faint glow barely strong enough to illuminate anything moving through the air.

Once he reached a sufficient height, he glanced westward. His eyes widened immediately at the sight of a massive isolation barrier stretching across dozens of kilometers. The source of the demonic and angelic presence he had sensed earlier was somewhere along its border.

However, that was the least of his concerns.

The streets of Chicago were eerily empty, and the few people who remained outside were unconscious, sprawled across the pavement and snoring as though nothing in the world could disturb their sleep.

“It’s also a bit foggy.” Damian frowned as he noticed the slow condensation of mist spreading through the streets. From his height he could see how far it had already extended, and the scale of it left him stunned.

It reminded him of Bathin’s haunting arrival, yet considering the sheer size of the phenomenon, it was clearly the work of more than a single demon.

“What the hell is going on over there…” Damian muttered as his pupils narrowed into slits.

Bam!

With one powerful flap, Damian shattered the silence of the sky and launched forward like a missile. Several minutes later he came to a sudden halt some distance away from the source, his eyes widening at the sight of a young woman dressed in a white and golden cassock now stained with blood.

Her blonde hair was disheveled and terror filled her eyes as she limped away desperately. Hovering above her was a blonde angelic figure dressed in flowing white robes. Snow white wings extended from his back, and a golden halo floated above his head. The angel hovered silently at a distance, watching the woman with an expression that held neither compassion nor warmth.

Two demons pursued her relentlessly.

The first resembled a monstrous spider standing over five feet tall upon sixteen jagged legs. Its true body was concealed beneath a bone-like exoskeletal armor, and each leg pierced the concrete ground with terrifying ease. At the center of its body protruded the upper torso of an infant, yet the child possessed pitch black eyes and a wicked grin filled with bloodstained razor-sharp teeth.

The second creature was serpent-like, its body stretching over two meters in length. Its lower half was that of a massive snake, while its upper half took the form of a woman with pale skin, long flowing hair, delicate hands, and unnaturally perky breasts that contrasted grotesquely with the monstrous body beneath them.

While the spider demon marched through the empty streets in pursuit of the woman, the serpent creature slithered across the walls of nearby buildings with terrifying speed. Her laughter echoed through the night like the voice of a madwoman layered with a thousand overlapping whispers.

“Don’t run, human! Have you no faith in your God?!” she shrieked with cruel delight.

“Forsaken by your guardian angel just because of a little bit of doubt, and they say we demons are ruthless!” the spider demon cackled.

Watching the horrific scene unfold, Damian felt no urge to save the woman. Nor did he consider helping her.

She was insignificant.

Even the demons chasing her were far beneath Bathin’s level. The terrifying presence that had drawn him here did not belong to these insignificant creatures. It came from something far greater.

Their bodies simply carried traces of that overwhelming power.

Damian ignored them after a brief glance and shifted his attention forward toward the massive isolation barrier. From outside it appeared to contain nothing more than a quiet, empty street. However, the blood trail left by the fleeing woman ended precisely where the transparent barrier began.

Whatever was happening inside was very different from what could be seen from the outside.

This was his first time approaching an isolation barrier from beyond its boundary. At last he understood why ordinary people never noticed such constructs when they were deployed.

Regardless, Damian knew that whatever was capable of creating a barrier of this scale was far stronger than Bathin.

He was curious about its identity, yet he had no intention of entering the barrier blindly without first gathering information.

“It seems I must save the human.” Damian frowned.

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