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At the same time, in a quiet town located several dozen miles away, alarm sirens shattered the silence.

Woo~ Woo~ Woo~

Red warning lights lit up the town square, bathing the buildings in a crimson hue. Inside the command room situated in the town's former municipal building, a gathering of heroes quickly snapped to attention.

Tony Stark, Johnny Blaze—the Ghost Rider—and several others stood around a high-tech glass table, currently functioning as a holographic interface. They had been in the middle of a tense discussion when the alert sounded.

The ever-composed Agent Maria Hill, sent personally by Nick Fury to oversee this region, tapped swiftly on the tabletop interface. Within seconds, a holographic projection materialized in midair, revealing a live feed of satellite data, threat analytics, and regional overlays.

The data that appeared on the screen immediately stunned everyone present.

Even Steve Rogers—Captain America—rose to his feet, his sharp blue eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling figures. Though still catching up with some aspects of modern technology, the meaning of what he saw was clear enough.

"There are… this many demons all of a sudden?" he asked, baffled.

Tony nodded grimly, eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "And they're concentrated. Look at their movement pattern."

Agent Hill gestured to the overlay. "Their origin point appears to be around fifty miles out, heading northeast."

"What's located there?" Barton—Hawkeye—asked, already reaching for his quiver.

"It's an abandoned town," Hill explained. "Years ago, there was a massacre—around 3,000 villagers slaughtered overnight. The killer was never identified. After that, the town was deserted. No one has lived there since."

Her fingers danced across the table again, changing the view.

"More importantly," she added, "there have just been unusual energy fluctuations detected from that area."

"Unusual how?" Johnny asked, his tone gruffer than usual.

Agent Hill glanced at them. "You're all familiar with this energy."

Drop—

The projection changed again. A bird's-eye view appeared, showing a vast radius of golden light sweeping through the black night sky, bathing the ruined town below in ethereal brilliance.

On the left of the screen, energy data streamed rapidly: spikes in holy magic, light-element bursts, and an unmistakable magical signature.

Tony's eyes widened. "That energy… it's her."

"The Goddess of Judgment," Hill confirmed.

Though her true name was known to some, the public and many heroes simply referred to her by that title. The name carried weight.

Steve Rogers and Barton exchanged glances, both reacting with understanding.

"I knew she'd show up," Barton said with a hint of pride. "There's no way she'd let demons run wild on Earth."

"She's already engaging them," Captain America said firmly. His voice carried the familiar resolve of a soldier. "We have to go now."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

As they mobilized, however, another scene was unfolding back in the heart of that desolate town.

Under the haunting moonlight, thick clouds rolled across the sky, slowly consuming the light of the moon itself. Shadows lengthened. The wind whispered like a warning.

Bella stood in the wreckage of the once-holy church, her black armor gleaming in the half-light. Her eyes flickered gold for a brief moment as she looked up at the sky.

Then she smirked.

She stepped toward the broken wooden cross, where the Witch Heart Demon hung crucified by her enchanted sword. He writhed in agony, his eyes wild with desperation.

Bella tilted her head, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "You seem to have planned a lot of contingencies."

The Witch Heart Demon gnashed his teeth but said nothing.

"I'm curious," she continued, her voice sharp but calm. "How did you hide your presence so well? With the stench of rot on you, I should've smelled you from a hundred miles away."

He coughed up dark blood, his face twitching between fear and pain. "I—I can tell you," he pleaded. The malice in his voice had vanished, replaced by a raw, pathetic tone.

"I'll tell you everything. Just let me go…"

Desperation gripped him. His plans had only just begun. He didn't want to die here—not before seeing them through.

But Bella's gaze was cold and unforgiving.

"You're the son of Mephisto," she said, her voice laced with disgust. "And yet here you are, begging for mercy."

She turned slightly, placing one hand on the hilt of the Black Oath of Victory, still embedded in his chest.

"I am the son of Mephisto!" he screamed suddenly, trying to regain some measure of power through intimidation. "If you kill me, Hell will come for you! My father will avenge me! Your homeland—your people—they'll all be erased! Do you understand?!"

Bella didn't even blink.

She simply shook her head.

"Too much talking."

She gripped the sword's hilt firmly and channeled her magic into it. Instantly, golden light traced the runes etched into the black metal, illuminating them with divine fire.

Sacred ripples spread outward, washing over the Witch Heart Demon's body.

"Feel the pain of the 80,000 innocents you've murdered," she said, voice low but steady.

Panic overtook the demon's features. "No—NO, PLEASE—"

FWOOM.

The surge of magic exploded through him like fire. But this was no ordinary fire—it was pure, radiant, holy light.

The energy coursed through every fiber of his being. Not just the flesh—but the soul.

It was a divine judgment, a punishment crafted not just for destruction but for atonement. It burned through the memories of every life he'd taken, forcing him to relive each scream, each tear, each final breath.

His body convulsed violently. His voice split the night.

"AAAAAAHHHHH—LET ME GO! PLEASE—I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

Dark blood spewed from his mouth and eyes. Shadowy tendrils burst from his skin and dissipated into the golden light. His own magic fought to survive—but it was no use. His corrupted energy was obliterated, purged molecule by molecule.

Bella's green eyes reflected his suffering, but they held no sympathy. She watched with the detachment of a judge delivering a long-overdue sentence.

And when he dared to resist further, she increased the output of her magic.

The golden light intensified, stretching outward in all directions. The church's wreckage trembled under the force. A divine storm of judgment consumed the cross and everything around it.

And then... silence.

Where once hung a writhing demon, now only a faint blue glow remained.

The Witch Heart Demon's body was gone.

In its place floated a single, pure Soul Gem—a small, transparent sapphire with a soft, blue radiance.

Bella's lips curled upward into a satisfied smile.

This was her goal.

The purest form of a soul.

Though Sally, the spirit girl who followed Bella, was special in her own way, her soul was still too fragile to exist long in the human world. Undead like her needed sustenance—souls to keep them anchored. But Sally was kind-hearted. She refused to harm anyone to survive.

So Bella had taken it upon herself to help.

Her idea was radical: purify demonic souls through divine magic, using spells learned in Asgard and refined by the dwarves who forged her sword.

But the process wasn't easy. Ordinary demons and undead couldn't survive even the lowest level of her magic—it destroyed their very essence.

Only powerful beings like the Wind Demon and the Witch Heart Demon could endure long enough to be purified instead of destroyed outright.

Now, Bella had succeeded—twice.

She reached out and collected the floating Soul Gems. One was slightly larger than the other.

"Hm… two should be enough for Sally," she murmured.

She glanced at the scorched earth around her, then back toward the horizon.

"I should've waited before killing that guy," she muttered with a smirk. "Apparently, he could summon an even greater demon. Could've purified that one too."

Still, the mission had been a success.

Bella tucked the gems away carefully, their soft glow pulsing in sync with her heartbeat.

And somewhere far above, hidden behind the clouds, the moon began to shine again.

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