He was known as the cursed god.
Cursed by the great terror nad Satan, he was dood to eternal solitude.
Any god who ca into contact with him, who beca entangled with him, would et with misfortune.
Their hearts would be devoured by Satan, their lives stolen away.
Thus, no one dared to approach him, let alone beco his friend.
Yet one day, three people appeared who, fully aware of his ill repute, still dared to reach out to him.
They feared no rumors, believing them to be re superstitions fabricated by soone, and extended their hands to welco him into their group.
He was no longer alone. At last, he had found friends.
His closed-off heart had opened because of them.
A period of peaceful ti had even led him to mistakenly believe that the so-called curse of Satan was nothing more than baseless rumors.
But on that day, he had rely dozed off for a short while. When he awoke, the scene before his eyes was one of utter despair.
The friends he had made—so lively before he fell asleep—now lay as cold corpses.
The cause of their deaths? Their hearts had been devoured.
In other words, the so-called curse of Satan had co to pass, claiming the lives of his friends.
This was sothing he could not accept, driving him nearly to madness.
And so, no matter the ans, he was determined to make Satan pay.
But first, he had to find Satan—to uncover the true identity behind the curse.
From that day forward, the sole purpose of his existence beca clear: to kill Satan.
Thus began his relentless investigation into Satan.
Yet, no matter how hard he searched, he found no leads.
anwhile, another sought the truth behind the deaths of his friends—and the investigation led to him.
He had expected sharp hostility, even vengeance, for he was the one cursed by Satan. It was because of his presence that his friends had died.
In a way, he was also a murderer. It was only natural for others to despise him.
But the goddess Lilith was not that kind of person. Instead, she joined him in his investigation.
Of course, if possible, he would have preferred to keep Lilith at a distance, fearing she too might fall victim.
But she deliberately positioned herself as if she, too, were a sinner—still harboring suspicions that he might be the true culprit. Under the guise of monitoring him, she worked alongside him.
As they gathered more information, they found occasional ntions of Satan, but most were aningless fragnts.
During this ti of shared investigation, he found himself unable to resist the goddess's kindness, and so, his heart opened once more.
Yet, the mont his heart opened, he finally realized the truth.
The true face of Satan was none other than himself. The instant he embraced love, that very impulse would awaken the destructive urge buried deep within him, driving him to lose control and kill the one he cherished.
And so, the mont his heart opened, he drove his hand through the chest of the goddess Lilith, devouring her heart.
At that mont, he truly shattered. He wanted to die—but found himself unable to.
It wasn't fear of death that stopped him. Rather, his body simply refused the act, as if bound by so restriction.
Thus, he sought others to kill him.
To this end, he fought endlessly, battling one opponent after another, hoping soone would end his life.
Yet, no one could kill him. Worse still, he desired the most cruel, painful, and grotesque death possible.
And so, he turned his gaze toward the supre gods above.
He would provoke them rcilessly, inciting their wrath, ensuring they would wish to slaughter him in the most brutal way imaginable.
He even began researching thods to enrage the gods.
Then, after an unknown span of ti, news ca of an event called [Ragnarök]—a battle that seed utterly aningless to him.
Soon after, soone approached him, asking him to fight in the gods' stead and carry out a certain task.
The person who sought him out had long been secretly supporting his research and experints, never revealing their true identity until now.
So, he truly hadn't expected that the other party would turn out to be that god.
And the goal of this god left him utterly stunned—to destroy the entire existing heavenly realm and exterminate humanity.
To secure his cooperation, they offered a condition he couldn't refuse.
"What will the second round of the final battle between gods and humans bring? After their humiliating defeat in the first round, the gods have summoned this figure from the depths of hell—a deity!"
As the unpleasant introduction echoed, the door ahead swung open, flooding the dark passage with light.
"This—"
"Could it be—"
"No way!"
Even before the figure erged from the passage, the gods in the audience seats of the coliseum seed to already know who it was—and they were both shocked and tense.
The reason they could tell was the symbol engraved on the passage door: a fly.
Thus, upon realizing the true identity of this god, the divine spectators grew even more uneasy.
After all, this one was far too dangerous—a figure of notorious infamy.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even be allowed to move freely. Yet now, in the battle of Twilight of the Gods, he had been chosen to represent the divine side.
"They're bringing him out just to deal with humans?"
"Is this really okay?"
So gods were still trembling in fear, especially as the announcer, Heimdall, delivered his eerie introduction, musing about the consequences of his participation—would he devour humanity, or would he consu the gods themselves?
Such panic-inducing words only deepened the unease among the divine audience.
"Lord Zeus, was it really necessary to bring him out as such a surprise?"
"What could we do? If Odin insists on sending him, we had to give him a spot."
Seated in the corner of the chief gods' section, Zeus stroked his beard.
But this decision had enraged the ruler of the heavens, given the eternal hostility between heaven and hell.
Especially since the heavenly ruler had long believed that this very figure had lured several of his most capable subordinates into corruption—and ultimately, to their demise.
Still, what exactly was Odin plotting?
They called Loki the God of Mischief, but this old man was far more deserving of the title.
"Ugh… Sister, it's actually Beelzebub!"
Beelzebub—also known as the Lord of the Flies—was the high priest of the deadly sin Gluttony, a mastermind of hell, a Great Demon, a Demon King, a Demon God.
Göll gulped.
She never imagined the gods would actually field this dark deity. It seed their crushing defeat in the first round had driven them to seek brutal vengeance—to make humanity suffer hell itself in the second.
And so, they had sent forth a figure who embodied damnation itself.
As for the human representative stepping forward, they had foreseen this very scenario and volunteered for the second round.
In a way, there was a twisted fate binding the two sides.
Thus, when the human champion was announced, the gods would surely be stunned once more.
"And the human representative for this round is—"
Heimdall's shrill voice cut off abruptly. Soon, everyone would be shocked by the identity of this human champion.
And when he first learned who it was, even he was stunned.
It felt like such a coincidence that this particular individual was chosen—perhaps it was due to an oracle from the Lord of Heaven.
After all, the Lord of Heaven despised Hell deeply and knew that Beelzebub would appear, so He might have revealed this information to the Valkyrie, prompting her to summon this man.
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