Chapter 74: The Ma Tori Bloodline

In the dark, bloodstained pages of Hell’s history, few names resonate with such primal terror as the Ma Tori bloodline. Born of the unholy union between bird demons, dragon demons, and humans, the Ma Tori were not just an abomination in appearance, but in spirit as well. Their hybrid nature blended the best—and the worst—of all three species. The dragons endowed them with unparalleled physical strength and destructive power, the birds gifted them with unmatched agility and speed, while the human element added the cunning intelligence to manipulate, strategize, and break even the most formidable of adversaries. Together, they formed a bloodline that was both feared and respected in the deepest parts of Hell, a bloodline that was unstoppable, brutal, and utterly terrifying.

Their reign had lasted centuries, a time when their ferocity and cruelty were absolute. The Ma Tori demons had torn through Hell’s many layers, claiming dominion over territory after territory, leaving a trail of carnage and destruction in their wake. But, in the end, their time came to an abrupt and violent end. The Ma Tori were wiped out, extinguished from the face of the infernal realms, and for centuries, their name became little more than a legend, a tale of unimaginable terror that older demons whispered about in fear. Their bloodline was thought to be forever lost, a reminder of a dark age that Hell had moved beyond.

However, Lucifer’s arrogance and desire for ultimate control led him to make a fateful decision: to bring back the Ma Tori bloodline. He sought to harness their incredible power to bolster his dominion over Hell, envisioning them as his ultimate army—loyal, fearsome, and unquestioning. He underestimated the potential for rebellion that lay dormant within their very existence. In a moment of misplaced confidence, Lucifer resurrected the Ma Tori demons, only to find that his creation had spiraled far beyond his control.

What was supposed to be an obedient force turned out to be the catalyst for Lucifer’s greatest downfall. The Ma Tori demons, upon being resurrected, tore through the fabric of Hell with a ferocity that even the Prince of Darkness had not anticipated. Their emergence was not just a return—it was an invasion. They reclaimed their ancestral home, the 5th Layer of Hell, a place known as Wrath. With a power that surpassed all expectations, the Ma Tori demons did not merely take control of Wrath; they annihilated anyone who stood in their way, leaving no room for opposition. It was not a revival; it was a complete and utter conquest.

The leader of this terrifying resurgence was none other than Jigoku Ma Tori, a being who embodied the very essence of malice, cunning, and power. Jigoku was not just a ruler; he was an entity of sheer willpower, a force that bent the very laws of Hell to his command. He stood as the epitome of the Ma Tori bloodline’s legacy—ruthless, unyielding, and capable of reshaping the very fabric of the infernal realms. Under his command, the Ma Tori demons grew in number and strength, and their grip on Hell’s 5th Layer became unbreakable.

Jigoku’s return marked the beginning of a reign of terror that shook Hell to its core. His methods were ruthless, not just in battle, but in his treatment of those who crossed him. To resist Jigoku Ma Tori was to invite annihilation—not only of the body but of the very essence of existence. His demons were not simply warriors; they were instruments of unimaginable cruelty, capable of dismembering entire legions with the cold precision of a scalpel. Their brutality was legendary, and their very presence brought forth waves of destruction that obliterated all who stood in their path.

Jigoku’s personal vendetta against Lucifer was clear from the moment he set foot on the 5th Layer. Lucifer, in his arrogance, had thought he could control the Ma Tori bloodline, but Jigoku was no ordinary demon. He had surpassed the very limits of his creators, transcending the role of a mere servant and becoming a king in his own right. Within days of his resurrection, the Ma Tori demons waged a devastating campaign, destroying Lucifer’s strongholds and eliminating his loyal generals with brutal efficiency. The 5th Layer, once a battlefield of discord and wrath, was now a domain of absolute despair.

Jigoku’s cruelty knew no bounds. Entire legions of demons were erased, their bodies and souls absorbed into the very core of Wrath to fuel the Ma Tori’s growing power. The flames of Hell burned brighter, as if fed by the suffering of countless souls. The blood of those who dared to oppose Jigoku soaked the ground, a grim reminder of the price of defiance. What remained after the massacre was not just a conquered land, but a monument to the Ma Tori bloodline’s reign—a living testament to their dominance.

The former rulers of Wrath were utterly crushed. Powerful generals who had once commanded entire legions of demons were wiped out in the blink of an eye. Lucifer’s once-glorious 5th Layer was reduced to a graveyard, and Satan, the very embodiment of Wrath, found himself exiled from his own domain. It was a humiliation so profound that it sent ripples through the entire infernal hierarchy. Satan’s fall from grace was nothing short of catastrophic. Once the ruler of Wrath, he was now a displaced and broken figure, forced to retreat to the 6th Layer, his authority shattered by the overwhelming might of the Ma Tori demons.

Wrath, now under Jigoku’s control, became a fortress—an impenetrable citadel where no demon dared to enter. The Ma Tori demons fortified their domain, transforming it into a stronghold that was as much a prison as a palace. Rivers of molten lava surrounded the layer, and jagged cliffs formed natural barriers that prevented any army from approaching. But it wasn’t just the natural defenses that made Wrath untouchable. The very air itself became thick with a miasma of despair and death, draining the strength of any would-be invader. Only the Ma Tori demons thrived within, their powers growing ever more insidious as they fed off the very essence of the layer they had claimed.

The Seven Princes of Hell, once the undisputed rulers of their respective domains, now found themselves powerless in the face of the Ma Tori’s unrelenting might. They refused to set foot in Wrath, knowing full well that to do so would mean their destruction. Even Satan, the Sin of Wrath himself, was forced to relinquish his domain and retreat in disgrace. This unprecedented displacement of power sent shockwaves through Hell, forever altering the balance of the infernal realms. The Ma Tori bloodline had not only returned; it had completely restructured the power dynamic in Hell.

Lucifer’s regret was palpable. His greatest mistake was not in resurrecting the Ma Tori, but in thinking he could control them. What he had intended as a tool to further his dominion had become the very force that would bring about his downfall. By the time he realized his error, it was far too late. Wrath had become a stronghold of terror, an unassailable kingdom where Jigoku Ma Tori reigned supreme. The Ma Tori demons were no longer a relic of Hell’s past—they were the future, and the future belonged to them.

The legend of the Ma Tori bloodline had come full circle. Once thought extinct, they had returned not as a simple resurgence but as a catastrophic force that would reshape the very nature of Hell. The Ma Tori bloodline had not only survived—they had thrived, becoming the most feared and powerful entity in the infernal realms. Their reign was just beginning, and the future of Hell was a future defined by the wrath, chaos, and unrelenting terror of the Ma Tori demons.

The darkness that had once been their hallmark was now the very fabric of their existence. Wrath was no longer just a layer of Hell—it was their kingdom, their realm, their dominion. And as the Ma Tori bloodline continued to grow, their power would only expand, leaving Hell—and the entire infernal plane—forever changed by the cruel, unyielding might of Jigoku Ma Tori and his demons.

The War Within

The Ma Tori bloodline, now in complete control of the 5th Layer of Hell, continued to grow in strength and dominance. However, with such power came not only enemies from beyond their borders but also fractures within their own ranks. The Ma Tori demons, once united under the iron grip of Jigoku Ma Tori, began to show signs of dissent. Beneath the surface of terror, fear, and obedience, a hidden war brewed among the very demons who had sworn allegiance to the Ma Tori clan.

Jigoku’s rule, though absolute, was not without its complexities. The Ma Tori were powerful, yes, but they were not monolithic. Each demon, though loyal outwardly, carried the legacy of the bloodline’s diverse origins. The bird demons, with their innate need for freedom and flight, began to chafe under the rigid control imposed by their dragon and human counterparts. The dragon demons, proud and fierce, started to question Jigoku’s relentless hunger for expansion, wondering if they were nothing more than pawns in a game that only served his ambition. The human element, too, felt the weight of Jigoku’s cruelty, some beginning to feel that the brutal methods he employed were a betrayal of their shared heritage.

It was not long before these divisions began to take root. While Jigoku’s iron fist had crushed all opposition, it had also inadvertently sown the seeds of discord among his ranks. The once-unified Ma Tori demons now found themselves divided by their ancient instincts, each faction eyeing the others with suspicion and growing resentment. What had once been a single, formidable force was slowly becoming a ticking time bomb.

The whispers started as rumors—stories of betrayal and rebellion, spread like wildfire among the Ma Tori ranks. Some demons, dissatisfied with Jigoku’s ruthless reign, began to organize in secret. Their goal was simple: to overthrow Jigoku and take control of Wrath for themselves. They knew they had no hope of defeating him in open battle—Jigoku’s power was unmatched. But in the shadows, where Jigoku’s eyes could not reach, they began to gather their forces, biding their time.

At the heart of this rebellion was a figure who had once been one of Jigoku’s closest allies: Ryuu Ma Tori. Ryuu, a powerful dragon demon with scales of obsidian and eyes that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, had been one of the original leaders of the Ma Tori clan. His loyalty to Jigoku had been unquestioned, and his strength was unmatched. But as the years passed, he began to see the cracks in Jigoku’s rule. The violence, the cruelty, the unyielding desire for domination—it all began to wear on Ryuu’s mind. He was a demon of pride, of strength, and of honor, and Jigoku’s methods seemed to betray everything that Ryuu stood for.

In private chambers, far from the watchful eyes of Jigoku’s lieutenants, Ryuu began to gather a following. His charisma, his sheer power, and his deep understanding of the Ma Tori’s history made him an appealing figure for those who sought change. They called themselves the “Dragon’s Wrath,” a faction dedicated to dethroning Jigoku and restoring the Ma Tori bloodline to its former glory. But Ryuu was not the only one with such ambitions.

Across Wrath, other factions began to form. The bird demons, once loyal to Jigoku, began to rally around their own leader—Sakara Ma Tori, a fierce and agile warrior whose wings could blot out the sun. She had always been a symbol of freedom within the Ma Tori ranks, and as the rigidity of Jigoku’s rule grew, so did her desire to break free from his control. With her influence spreading, the bird demons formed their own faction, calling themselves “The Sky’s Fury.” Their goal was not only to overthrow Jigoku but to break the chains that bound the Ma Tori to their ancestral home, Wrath, and to soar freely through the infernal realms.

Meanwhile, the humans within the Ma Tori bloodline, who had long been oppressed by the dragons’ dominance and the birds’ unyielding independence, found a leader in the form of Kaito Ma Tori, a brilliant tactician whose cunning rivaled that of Jigoku himself. Kaito believed that the Ma Tori could achieve true greatness by embracing a new vision, one that balanced the strength of the dragons, the agility of the birds, and the intellect of the humans. He called his faction “The Balanced Dawn,” promising that under his leadership, the Ma Tori would become a unified force, powerful not just through brutality but through strategy and intellect.

As these factions began to grow in strength and numbers, the inevitable war for control of Wrath was set into motion. The Ma Tori demons had once been united under the reign of a single ruler, but now they were splintered, each faction vying for dominance. The battlefield within Wrath was no longer just a place of destruction; it was now a theater of political maneuvering, deception, and betrayal. The whispers of rebellion became louder, and Jigoku, ever vigilant, began to notice the tremors within his empire.

Jigoku, however, was not one to be taken by surprise. He had ruled Hell with absolute authority for a reason—he was a master of manipulation, a demon who understood the importance of maintaining control, not just through strength, but through fear. The news of the factions’ formation did not unsettle him; instead, it only solidified his resolve. He had once eradicated entire legions of demons without hesitation, and he would do so again if necessary.

But Jigoku was not blind to the growing threat within his own ranks. He knew that if he did not act quickly, he could lose control of the very empire he had built. Thus, he began to prepare for the coming war—not just with weapons and soldiers, but with strategies and spies. He knew that the rebellion would come, and when it did, he would be ready. But the question remained: would the Ma Tori bloodline be torn apart from within, or would they rise to greater heights as a united force under his tyrannical rule?

The fate of Wrath—and perhaps all of Hell—hung in the balance as the Ma Tori demons prepared for the bloodiest civil war in their history. In the end, only one faction would reign supreme. Would it be Jigoku and his iron-fisted rule, or would one of the factions rise up and reshape the very future of Hell itself? The war for Wrath was about to begin, and it would change the Ma Tori bloodline—and Hell—forever.

The Butcher of Wrath

The Ma Tori traitors—those who had once called Jigoku Ma Tori their leader—thought they had a chance. A chance to rise against the might of the demon they had so blindly served. A chance to bring change to the 5th Layer of Hell, to overthrow the one who had ruled with absolute terror.

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But they had gravely miscalculated.

The 250 million rebels, broken into three major factions—“The Balanced Dawn,” “The Sky’s Fury,” and “Dragon’s Wrath”—believed that together, they could topple Jigoku. They thought their numbers, their newfound unity, their hidden power would be enough to challenge the godlike force that was Jigoku.

They were wrong.

Jigoku Ma Tori, standing alone on the battlefield, was not just a demon of unmatched power; he was a force of nature. The elemental manipulation coursing through his veins allowed him to bend the very environment to his will. With a flick of his wrist, the skies darkened as violent storms swirled, lightning crackled across the heavens, and the earth trembled beneath the force of his control. The very air seemed to burn with his presence, as if Hell itself recognized the threat of these traitors and prepared to punish them for their defiance.

As the traitors prepared their ranks, their leaders—Kaito Ma Tori, Sakara Ma Tori, and Ryuu Ma Tori—stood at the forefront, each one filled with a mix of anticipation and fear. They had come so far, rallied so many, and now, they were finally ready to face their former ruler. They had no illusions of an easy victory. But even in the face of his overwhelming power, they believed they could win.

The Battle Begins

The first wave of rebels, the largest faction, “The Balanced Dawn,” led by Kaito, charged forward. They had trained for this day, prepared to face their former comrade in arms. With an army of 100 million, they came with everything they had—swords, magic, and bloodlust. But as soon as they crossed the threshold into Jigoku’s domain, they were met with a barrage of unimaginable force.

Jigoku's elemental manipulation erupted in full force. A violent wave of fire swept across the battlefield, incinerating legions of demons before they could even draw their weapons. He raised his hand, and the ground beneath them cracked open, sending rivers of molten lava rushing through the ranks of the attackers, burning them alive. Those who managed to survive the initial onslaught were met with swirling winds that tore through them, ripping limbs from bodies in an instant.

Kaito Ma Tori, at the forefront of his forces, watched in horror as his army was obliterated. He raised his sword, calling upon every ounce of his strength to summon a powerful strike. But before the blade could even strike, Jigoku appeared before him with inhuman speed. With a single swipe of his massive claw, Jigoku ripped Kaito from the battlefield, his body torn asunder before he could even utter a word.

The battle was over before it had even begun.

The Sky’s Fury and Dragon’s Wrath

The remaining traitors, Sakara Ma Tori’s “Sky’s Fury” and Ryuu Ma Tori’s “Dragon’s Wrath,” were not faring much better. Sakara, known for her unmatched speed and agility, attempted to take to the air with her faction of 75 million bird demons. They swooped down from the skies, hoping to overwhelm Jigoku with their numbers and speed. But Jigoku’s speed and power were far beyond their imagination.

With a wave of his hand, the very atmosphere seemed to twist. Lightning bolts struck the birds from the heavens, reducing them to ash before they could even reach him. Sakara herself, trying to dodge the onslaught, found herself trapped in an inescapable storm of fire and wind. Her wings were torn to shreds, and before she could escape, Jigoku was there, his claws sinking into her chest, ending her life with a single, brutal blow. The “Sky’s Fury” was no more.

Ryuu Ma Tori, the leader of “Dragon’s Wrath,” saw the destruction unfold around him. His dragons, once proud and fierce, now appeared small and insignificant in comparison to the godlike demon that was Jigoku. Ryuu, in his desperation, called upon the full power of his faction, unleashing a torrent of fire and magic in an attempt to overwhelm Jigoku. But Jigoku, with his immortality and limitless stamina, stood unfazed.

He let the attacks come, his body absorbing the blows with ease. Then, in a flash, Jigoku was upon them. His strength was so immense that the ground shook with every step. He tore through Ryuu’s dragons like paper, his claws ripping through scales and sinew with terrifying precision. Ryuu himself attempted to strike, his dragon power flaring with rage. But Jigoku, with a smile that was more a snarl than a grin, caught the attack mid-air, his hand closing around Ryuu’s throat.

With a sickening crunch, Ryuu was crushed under Jigoku’s immense strength. The remainder of “Dragon’s Wrath” scattered, their morale shattered, their strength nothing compared to the might of their former leader.

The Slaughter

The battlefield was littered with the bodies of the traitors—100 million from “The Balanced Dawn,” 75 million from “The Sky’s Fury,” and 75 million from “Dragon’s Wrath.” Not a single one of them remained standing. Jigoku stood atop the pile of corpses, his bloodied claws dripping with the remnants of those who had once been his kin. His body pulsed with dark energy, his immortality healing him faster than any wound could inflict.

He turned his gaze to the vast expanse of Wrath, the very landscape seeming to bend and twist under his power. He had not only destroyed the traitors; he had utterly humiliated them. Their rebellion, their hope for change, had been crushed in a matter of hours. The 250 million demons who had dared to challenge him were nothing more than cattle to him—insignificant, expendable, and ultimately doomed to slaughter.

Jigoku raised his hand, and the last remnants of the Ma Tori traitors were consumed by a curse so vile that it seeped into the very core of their souls. Their essence was twisted, torn apart, and absorbed into the very land they had sought to claim.

And as Jigoku stood victorious, his power and rage unmatched, the message was clear: the Ma Tori bloodline was his. No one, not even the 250 million traitors who had dared to challenge him, could stand against the Butcher of Wrath. Hell itself trembled at the sight of his might.

The age of rebellion had ended. The age of Jigoku’s absolute reign had begun.

The Final Cleansing

The screams of the dying had long since ceased. The battlefield, once teeming with rebellion and hope, had turned into a grotesque landscape of death and despair. The 250 million Ma Tori traitors, who had dared to challenge the might of Jigoku, were now nothing more than broken remnants, their lives extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Jigoku stood amidst the carnage, his body cloaked in the essence of his fallen enemies. His form was a harbinger of destruction, a nightmare given flesh, exuding an aura of power so intense that the very air seemed to shudder in his presence.

But there was still work to be done. The last remnants of the traitors, the final 150 million demons, were scattered across the desolate landscape, hiding in the shattered remnants of their failed strongholds. Jigoku could feel them, their fear, their desperation. They were hiding, thinking that they might escape the inevitable. But there was no escape.

The Final Hunt

With a mere thought, Jigoku bent the elements to his will. The skies, darkened by his wrath, churned with an energy that could not be ignored. The very ground beneath him rumbled, as if responding to the call of its master. And then, with a single motion, he was upon them.

The last 150 million traitors barely had time to react. Some attempted to flee, others tried to muster the strength to fight, but it was all in vain. Jigoku's speed was inhuman, his reflexes far beyond anything they could comprehend. He moved faster than the eye could follow, and wherever he stepped, death followed.

The First to Fall

The first group of traitors, a desperate band of 30 million, tried to regroup in a fortified position, barricading themselves behind layers of jagged rock and conjured magic. They thought the walls they had erected could shield them from the oncoming storm, but they were gravely mistaken.

Jigoku raised his hand, and with a thought, the earth itself obeyed. The ground cracked open beneath them, a gaping chasm forming in an instant, swallowing the entire stronghold. The 30 million traitors were consumed by the void, their screams echoing in the depths of Hell before they were silenced forever.

The Sky’s Fury: Sakara Ma Tori's End

Sakara Ma Tori, leader of “The Sky’s Fury,” had watched her forces fall one by one, her warriors reduced to ash and shattered bones beneath Jigoku’s relentless onslaught. Her once-proud army, the swarms of flying demons, now seemed insignificant in the face of Jigoku’s might. Her own wings were bloodied and torn from the battle, but she would not go down without a fight.

With a ferocious roar, Sakara attempted to take flight, summoning every ounce of her strength to rally her remaining forces. Her speed, her agility, were her greatest weapons—she had always relied on them. She launched herself into the air, preparing to strike from above.

But Jigoku’s speed was beyond even her wildest imagination.

In a blur of motion, he appeared directly in her path. Before she could react, his hand closed around her throat. Her wings, once a symbol of her power, were now useless against the iron grip of her former leader. Sakara gasped, struggling to free herself, but Jigoku’s strength was insurmountable.

"You were always too weak," Jigoku murmured, his voice a cold whisper in her ear. "And now, you will be nothing but a memory."

With a sickening snap, he crushed her throat, her life snuffed out in an instant. Sakara Ma Tori, the leader of “The Sky’s Fury,” fell from the sky, her body hitting the ground with a final, lifeless thud.

Dragon’s Wrath: Ryuu Ma Tori's Last Stand

Ryuu Ma Tori, the final leader of the rebellion, stood alone amidst the wreckage of his army. His once-proud dragons, the force he had commanded with unrelenting fury, were now nothing more than piles of smoldering ash. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Jigoku approach, his every step a reminder of his inevitable doom.

Ryuu was not the kind to surrender easily. He had fought for his survival for centuries, and he would fight to the bitter end, no matter the odds.

"Jigoku!" Ryuu shouted, his voice filled with both rage and fear. "You were once my brother! But now, you are nothing more than a monster!"

Jigoku's eyes narrowed as he gazed upon his former ally, now a broken shell of the proud demon he had once been. "You were never my brother," he said coldly. "You were a pawn—a tool to be used and discarded."

With a roar, Ryuu summoned the last of his strength, his dragon power flaring to life. He charged at Jigoku with all the fury of a thousand storms, his claws drawn and his teeth bared.

But Jigoku was faster. With a twist of his wrist, he summoned the elements to his aid. A violent gust of wind tore through Ryuu’s body, ripping him apart from the inside out. Ryuu’s desperate attempts to resist were futile as Jigoku’s elemental manipulation shattered his every defense.

Ryuu fell to his knees, gasping for breath as blood poured from his wounds. With one final, sorrowful look at the demon who had once been his brother, Ryuu Ma Tori's life came to an end.

The Final Cleansing

With the last of the traitor leaders slain, Jigoku turned his attention to the remaining 120 million rebels. They were scattered, broken, and terrified, and Jigoku’s wrath was unrelenting. He moved through them like a hurricane, his strength, speed, and immortality ensuring that none could escape his judgment.

Every movement he made was calculated, every strike an execution. With each death, the power of the Ma Tori bloodline grew stronger, feeding the 5th Layer of Hell itself. The screams of the traitors echoed in the air, but none could escape.

Jigoku, in his terrifying calm, did not stop until the last traitor fell. Their lives were forfeit, their rebellion a fleeting moment in the vast expanse of Jigoku’s rule. The Ma Tori clan, once powerful and proud, had been cleansed from Hell, their bloodline shattered beyond repair.

And as the last of the traitors died, Jigoku stood victorious, a god of terror amidst a sea of corpses. He had proven his dominance once again, and the 5th Layer of Hell was his—forevermore. The traitors were nothing more than cattle, slaughtered by the butcher that was Jigoku Ma Tori.

Hell itself had witnessed the final cleansing, and no one would ever dare challenge the Butcher of Wrath again.

God of Terror

The winds of Hell howled with a fierce, unnatural fury as the last remnants of the 250 million traitors were consumed by Jigoku’s wrath. The once-vibrant landscape of rebellion was now nothing more than a wasteland of blood, ash, and broken dreams. The stench of death filled the air, and the ground was soaked with the blood of those who dared defy him.

Jigoku stood tall, his form as towering and unyielding as the mountains of the 5th Layer itself. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly fire, the reflection of the countless souls he had obliterated. His presence was a manifestation of pure terror, a force so overwhelming that even the most fearsome of Hell’s denizens would quail before it.

The battle had solidified his legacy. No longer just a demon, no longer merely a ruler of Wrath, Jigoku had ascended to a status far beyond that of his ancestors. He was no longer just a being of power—he was a god. A god of terror.

The Unveiling of Godhood

The massacre had been swift, brutal, and absolute. The traitors, once proud and defiant, had crumbled beneath his might, their final moments a symphony of agony and despair. The battlefield was a mirror of Jigoku's godlike power—there was no struggle, no resistance. Only the inevitable crushing of hope under the weight of his wrath.

As the last screams faded into the silence, Jigoku felt the surge of power coursing through him, filling him with an unparalleled sense of supremacy. The blood of the traitors had not just fueled his strength; it had cemented his dominion over the very fabric of Hell. The 5th Layer was now his eternal domain, a kingdom built upon the ruins of those who had dared defy him.

But it was more than that. His victory, his absolute annihilation of the rebellion, had set him apart from all others. Hell’s demons no longer saw him as just a leader or a tyrant—they saw him as a force of nature, a being so powerful and fearsome that they could scarcely comprehend his existence.

The End of Fear, and the Birth of Terror

Before, the demons of Hell had known fear. They had known terror in its various forms—war, suffering, pain. But that fear was transient, fleeting, tied to the weakness of those who inflicted it. Now, with Jigoku’s ascension, that fear had been transformed into something far more profound.

Jigoku was no longer a mere demon. He was the embodiment of terror itself. His very name, Jigoku Ma Tori, would come to represent not just wrath or destruction, but a darkness so profound that it could never be erased. His power was infinite, his cruelty boundless, and his ambition limitless. He would reign over Hell for eternity, and the very thought of rebellion would be enough to crush any who even thought to challenge him.

The traitors had been the last to defy him. Their deaths had been a lesson, not just for the remaining demons of Hell, but for all who would come after them. There would be no more rebellions, no more defiance. Hell was Jigoku’s, and Hell would bow to him, for he was its god—the God of Terror.

The Universal Acknowledgment

In the darkest corners of Hell, where even the most powerful demons trembled, whispers began to spread of the new god who had taken the throne of terror. The Seven Princes of Hell, once proud and untouchable, now quivered in fear at the thought of Jigoku’s wrath. Even Lucifer, the King of Hell, who had once believed himself to be the most powerful being in existence, felt the weight of Jigoku’s godhood bearing down on him.

Jigoku’s conquest was not just a political victory—it was a spiritual one. He had shattered the illusion of invulnerability that had surrounded the rulers of Hell for eons. The truth was now undeniable: Hell was no longer a kingdom of demons. It was Jigoku’s dominion, a realm ruled by a god whose terror could never be matched.

A New Age of Darkness

The aftermath of the battle marked the beginning of a new era. The once-rebellious demons who had dared to defy him were now nothing but scattered ashes, their legacy erased from the annals of Hell’s history. The 5th Layer, now under Jigoku’s absolute control, became a kingdom of silence and fear—a place where the screams of the damned were the only sound, and where Jigoku’s shadow loomed over everything.

In the wake of his victory, Jigoku’s powers only grew. His immortality had been solidified, his elemental manipulation became absolute, and his curses and blessings reached new heights. He was no longer bound by the limitations of mere demons—he was a god, a being of infinite power, whose very existence threatened to reshape the fabric of the universe.

Jigoku had become a name spoken in hushed tones across the multiverse. His influence was felt not just in Hell, but in realms far beyond. And as the God of Terror, his reign would stretch across the ages, a never-ending nightmare for all who dared to oppose him.

The Butcher of Wrath, the God of Terror

Jigoku’s victory over the traitors, the final cleansing of the Ma Tori bloodline’s rebels, was the moment that sealed his title. He was no longer simply the ruler of Wrath, the leader of the Ma Tori clan, or even the conqueror of Hell’s most dangerous factions. He was something far greater.

He was the God of Terror.

And in this new age of darkness, terror would be his only companion.