Inside Heaven's Door, the air was filled with childlike chanting, followed by two groups of little angels with pristine white wings solemnly flying out. They looked like innocent little girls, holding pure lilies in their hands, small wings on their backs, and a halo above their heads, signifying their identity.

These little angels, all baptized and devout but who died young, had their souls led to Heaven by the Wandering Soul Angel, becoming a special part of the Kingdom of Spirits. They scattered white flowers in the sky, and a stairway formed from sacred white light slowly materialized, with the sound of hymns echoing, captivating the spectators with an entranced expression.

One by one, as the seventh and last archangel emerged from Heaven's Door, everyone was astounded.

The current bishop of St Pilds Cathedral, and the former Pope, immediately knelt down.

Legend had it that the first to serve by My Lord's side were seven angels, and among them was Raphael, the last angel to fly out.

Could it be that the latest to ascend to Heaven was a being on par with the Archangel Michael?

Others might not recognize Raphael, but the former Pope certainly did. As a Pope, he had received divine revelations from the Wisdom Angel Raphael in his dreams.

With seven guiding archangels appearing in succession, even the dullest of the onlookers realized something extraordinary was happening. The archangels holding fiery red light swords exerted an immense pressure on everyone. Dark forces who came to spy disappeared without a trace.

Only those from the darkness understood the terrifying nature of these archangels with fiery red swords.

They were all newly born Seraphim.

Judges among the angels, they dared to venture into Hell to judge sin as followers of Saint Elouan.

"I am Raphael, the Saint Elouan who dares judge sin in Hell, the one who ended the God of Wrath. I come by My Lord's command to escort you to Heaven," said the Wisdom Angel Raphael, with two pairs of white wings, descending the stairway of Holy Light. She then placed her hand over her heart and bowed her head.

Lady Ireland gently released Felix's arm, whispering into his ear, "My Felix, you carry the seed of Heaven. When your faith is gathered, I will imbue you with divine power to open your own realm in Heaven. I will wait for you there."

After speaking, Lady Ireland spread her demonic wings and conjured a fiery red light sword in her hand. Amidst the raging Holy Light, a fearsome spirit fox howled and roared.

"No, I am Asmodeus, a god. As long as I exist, I shall never be destroyed, no!" The hideous soul, trapped within the light sword, struggled in vain against its bonds.

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"Yes, this world can never be without a god," Lady Ireland smirked disdainfully, pinching the trapped soul with her fingers. "But it can certainly exist without Asmodeus, one of the Seven Demon Lords of Hell."

Lady Ireland spread her demonic wings and slowly flew towards Heaven's Door in the sky, followed respectfully by the newly born Seraphim.

As the Holy Light began to dissipate, the stunned onlookers were still struggling to come to terms.

"You," Marilyn looked incredulously at Felix and then at Lady Ireland, who was entering Heaven's Door. Gone was her usual composure; her voice trembled slightly as she pointed at Felix. "You are Saint Elouan."

Few angels dared venture into Hell to judge sin.

Only one exception - Saint Elouan.

Saint Elouan was a unique existence, lacking divinity but possessing godlike power. If that truly was Asmodeus's soul, then two of Hell's Seven Demon Lords had fallen to Saint Elouan within a millennium.

Less than a thousand years, two out of seven Demon Lords of Hell had fallen. Marilyn wondered if this was a sign of the Fourth Era's onset. As a being who had traveled through many planes for a considerable time, she vaguely remembered the sight of Titans falling from the sky at the dawn of the Third Era, a memory treasure left by her mother.

Felix took a deep breath, as if rediscovering himself.

He watched Lady Ireland enter Heaven's Door with a gaze filled with fondness, then opened his palm. A scar from the Sacred Flame burned on his pale hand. The fiery red Sacred Flame pulsed in his palm before merging into his body, and the scar gradually faded.

This was Lady Ireland's parting gift, the power of Saint Elouan, the power of judgment, the most fervent flame in the world.

The newly born Saint Elouan had gone to Heaven. As a candidate for Saint Elouan, Felix awaited new trials until he went to Hell to judge sin himself.

"Lady Elizabeth, Princess Helen, I will return soon, very soon."

Felix gently stroked the Lost Enchanters’ sword in his hand, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. This smile sent a chill through Marilyn's heart. Felix's lost power far exceeded her expectations, and she now doubted whether she could still control him.

The Lost Enchanters’ sword, the cursed blade that had pierced his heart, was now in his hands.

Felix’s brow furrowed as he touched the wound over his heart, where the deep gray crystal pulsed with his heartbeat. His pale hand clenched tightly, veins standing out.

The intense concentration of Holy Light began to fade following Lady Ireland’s departure.

But immediately after, a surge of equally powerful negative energy erupted from the sky. Without warning, the day turned into night, and the stars in the sky suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

The overwhelming negative energy, full of corrosive power, was too much for some newly ascended golden domain professionals, who turned pale and collapsed, spitting blood.

Looking at Marilyn, who was also pale beside him, Felix pointed to the brightest star in the sky and said calmly, "Don’t be afraid. That's Asmodeus’s divine power."

The brightest star in the night sky flickered fiercely, growing larger and more intense, shining as brilliantly as the sun.

Eventually, the star began to tremble, its shaking so intense that it cast the entire sky in a bloody glow.

"Falling!"

The onlookers around them, realizing what was happening, watched in shock as the star fell from the sky, their expressions frozen.

It was the fall of Asmodeus’s divine realm.

Could one of the Seven Demon Lords of Hell also meet destruction?

Felix watched the star in the sky, which was dimming after its explosion, and suddenly said something Marilyn could hardly understand: "Making that emotionless being a god, what an amusing affair."

This comment, amidst the unfolding celestial drama, hinted at deep layers of meaning, a blend of irony and insight into the divine and demonic natures, casting Felix in a light far different from any ordinary being.