Naruto: Sin of Glutton
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Patty dropped to the ground, still clutching her gun.
She stared at the pile of severed limbs and blood at her feet, her mind completely blank.
She had only ever seen that brutal, stylish way of killing on one person.
But that person had been gone for a long time.
"Zzzzt—FUCK! What the hell just happened?! Answer me!"
Westen's furious voice crackled through the helicopter's radio.
On the screen, every vital sign from the elite strike team had flatlined at the exact same moment.
"Sir—we don't know what—"
The pilot stared at the bodies scattered below, voice shaking.
"Wait! Look! Someone's on the roof!"
The copilot suddenly pointed down and shouted.
The searchlight whipped around and locked onto the top of the office building.
There, a silver-haired man holding a katana stood silently at the edge of the roof.
Rain plastered his short silver hair to his forehead. His long coat with its dark embroidered patterns snapped in the wind.
He slowly lifted his head, meeting the blinding light, and casually brushed his wet hair back with his free hand.
Then he vanished.
The next second he was floating in mid-air right in front of the helicopter.
"OH! SHIT!"
The pilot yanked the stick back hard, but it was too late.
A cold flash of steel sliced through the night.
The armored helicopter came apart in mid-air, splitting into two flaming balls that trailed black smoke before slamming into a nearby building.
"BOOM!"
The wreckage crashed onto the street and exploded, lighting up half the block.
In the roaring firelight, a three-meter-tall, hulking black shadow tossed aside the burning helicopter parts and stepped out of the flames.
It wore a top hat. Its specially made restraint jacket was scorched black, revealing pale mutated muscle underneath.
Vergil drifted down from the sky and landed lightly on a streetlamp.
He looked down at the monster slowly advancing toward him, eyes cold and bored.
"Boring toy."
"THUD!"
A figure flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through several walls.
Gabriel hovered in the air, six white wings slowly beating.
He stared down at Soren lying in the rubble, his perfect face twisted with frost.
"Killing Mammon… what do you gain from it?"
"Cough—cough—"
Soren gasped for air, clawing his way out of the debris and forcing himself upright again.
He looked up at the archangel floating above him and gave a bloody grin. "Anything that pisses you off is good for me."
"Again!"
Soren snatched up Yamato and laughed, then disappeared in a blur, charging straight at Gabriel without fear.
"BOOM!"
The next instant he was blasted back even faster than he'd come, smashing through another wall.
Gabriel hadn't even moved. A single glance had sent him flying again.
Watching the stubborn demon-blooded brat climb back to his feet like an unkillable cockroach, Gabriel's expression grew irritated.
Damn insect!
Mammon's descent was supposed to use the Spear of Destiny as a medium to bypass the ancient contract between Heaven and Hell.
But now Soren had somehow ripped Mammon out directly.
That massive surge of demonic power burned like a bonfire in the night.
Gabriel could feel it—eyes from the void above, even the Father's gaze, were already turning toward this place.
"Enough. I don't have time to play your little games."
Gabriel slowly raised his hand. Pure, flawless light gathered in his palm.
In that moment, every shadow in the hospital seemed to vanish.
"Die, insect!"
Just as he was about to bring his hand down—
"Drip."
A drop of pitch-black tar fell from the void and hit the floor.
The rain pouring through the broken window froze mid-air.
Dust and shattered concrete hung motionless.
Even the holy light in Gabriel's palm stopped, trembling.
Time itself had stopped.
More black tar kept dripping from the void.
A man in a white suit, barefoot, stepped through the tar and walked calmly to the unconscious Constantine.
"Tch. Stubborn bastard. Still alive?"
The man glanced down at Constantine with mild disappointment, then straightened his suit and looked at Soren with open curiosity—especially at the katana in his hand. His expression shifted slightly.
Finally his gaze rose to Gabriel suspended in the air.
As the man's eyes swept across the room, time began flowing again.
Gabriel's holy light vanished. He felt the sudden heat and his face twisted with shock and fear.
"Lucifer! You dare set foot in the human world?!"
Satan licked his lips and smiled. "The human world will be mine soon enough."
Soren lay in the rubble, eyes wide.
Satan was already here?!
Then where the hell was his uncle?!
In countless mythologies, Lucifer had once been the highest, most beautiful, and most powerful angel in Heaven.
That perfection had bred arrogance.
He had rebelled, been cast down by Michael, and fallen into Hell to become Satan.
"Gabriel, as an archangel, you should have been just like me—ambitious."
Satan strolled toward him with lazy grace.
"Son of the Fall—"
Gabriel's body trembled as he forced out the words. "Fallen angel!"
Satan looked unimpressed, a nostalgic smirk tugging at his mouth. "Ah… it's been so long since I've heard those titles."
He tilted his head, sniffing the air, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Tell me. Where is my useless son?"
"In the name of God, I cast you out!"
Gabriel roared, holy light exploding from his body as he dove at Satan with a fist wreathed in divine power.
The glowing fist stopped an inch from Satan's nose.
Satan looked around with playful eyes, feeling the holy power draining rapidly from Gabriel's body, and burst out laughing.
"Looks like your boss has abandoned you."
Gabriel stood frozen, staring at his own fist in disbelief, then up at the sky.
"No… this can't be happening!"
Satan's expression turned ice-cold, eyes flashing with cruelty.
"BOOM!"
A storm of ash erupted from behind him like a volcanic explosion.
It wasn't ordinary ash—it was the endless hellfire born from burning souls in the deepest pit of Hell.
The already ruined room was instantly erased by the blast.
Soren was flung backward by the shockwave, slamming into the wall and sliding to the floor.
He coughed up blood, stunned.
So this was the power of the Lord of Hell?
Just the aftershock from a single thought and he was already overwhelmed.
Right now he wasn't even qualified to swing a sword against this thing.
Yamato slipped from his fingers and dissolved into sparks.
"AAAAAAHHHH!"
A piercing scream tore through the night.
Gabriel's six pristine white wings ignited instantly under the hellfire and burned away completely, leaving only two charred stumps on his back.
Satan finished with Gabriel and walked over to Soren with a casual sway.
He leaned down like a curious child and sniffed Soren's scent.
"Hmm~"
Satan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by what he found.
"Such an annoying smell."
He reached out and patted Soren's shoulder almost gently. "Tell me. Where did you hide my son, Mammon?"
Soren's entire body locked up. He didn't answer.
He could feel the volcano of rage simmering beneath that calm, pleasant voice.
That kind of soul-burning fury was far beyond anything he could handle right now.
"Dante—if you don't get here right now, you really will have to burn paper for me next year."
Soren screamed the thought inside his head at his unreliable uncle, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Seeing Soren stay silent, Satan didn't get angry.
He smiled faintly. "My child may be useless, but a father should be the one to discipline him."
Satan slowly stood up. The air around them began to twist.
Soren could already smell the sharp sulfur of Hell.
The floor cracked. Dark red magma seeped up through the fissures.
"Now that he's dead… I suppose you'll have to pay his debt instead."
The ground exploded the moment the last word left Satan's mouth.
Countless black hands burst from the earth. The sky itself turned blood-red.
Satan's sleeves flared. A point of pure black destruction gathered in his palm.
Under that terrifying pressure, blood began pouring from Soren's pores until he looked like a red statue.
At that exact moment, a lazy, mocking voice rang out from above.
"Dying's just part of having kids. If you feel like crying, I can recommend a decent pizza place to wipe your tears."
"But picking on a kid? That's not stylish at all—"