The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The angels kept coming.

Hundreds, no—thousands of them descended from the heavens in streaks of holy light, piercing through the skies of the Cardinal World like divine meteors. Their wings stretched wide, glowing with pure energy, halos burning like suns, eyes filled with unwavering judgment. They poured out of the portals summoned by Rudra's Armageddon, chanting in unison with voices that echoed through every corner of the world:

"Gloria. Tenma. Gloria!"

But they didn't get far.

From every direction, chaos exploded in their faces.

The Transcendent Demons were already waiting—Diablo, Testarossa, Carrera, and Ultima—joined by the Storm kingdom most elite: Benimaru, Shion, Hakuro, Geld.

Without hesitation, the demons and generals struck first.

Ultima's smile widened as she unleashed a storm of violet flames, her laugh sweet and deadly. "You're not divine," she whispered, snapping her fingers.

BOOOOOM!

An entire column of angels was engulfed in an explosion that cratered the ground beneath it. Wings were scorched mid-flight. Screams were silenced before they even began.

Benimaru twirled his katana, blazing crimson with demonic energy, and with a battle cry, he sliced the air—sending a hellfire wave that tore through angelic lines like paper.

Geld, the unstoppable wall of destruction, charged forward. "OUT OF MY WAY!!" he bellowed, his hammer smashing through shields of holy light. Angels scattered like flies.

Hakuro moved like a whisper. His blade danced between blinks of light, and every time he disappeared, three angels fell behind him, lifeless.

Shion, laughing like a battle-crazed goddess, hurled her greatsword in a spinning arc. "Playtime's over, birdies!" she yelled as the weapon cleaved through ten enemies before returning to her hand.

The sky was madness.

Then Milim dropped in.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAA!" she screamed, arms wide like a child diving into water.

She plowed into a squadron of angels with her fists blazing with pure destructive energy. One punch sent a seraph crashing into the mountains. She twisted in the air and kicked another straight into the sea, causing a tsunami that rose up and swallowed a coastal city's abandoned outskirts.

BOOM! BOOM! DRAGON NOVA!

A sphere of dragonic energy ripped through the battlefield, vaporizing angels in its wake.

"HAHAHAHAHA! I haven't had this much fun since i blew up that mountain!" Milim cheered, bouncing mid-air, her pink pigtails flailing.

Far away, on a frozen cliff of the Ice Continent...

Guy Crimson stood, arms crossed, watching the carnage. The once serene blue sky was now smeared with smoke and divine fire. His red eyes narrowed.

He clenched his fists.

Then he spotted something.

His eyes narrowed, blinking once as he focused past the flames and smoke.

There.

Diablo.

And not just him—Testarossa. Ultima. Carrera.

Guy's eyes widened a bit. "What the hell… what are they doing here?"

Rain blinked. "The other Primordials? That's…"

Misery gasped. "Impossible."

Guy growled. "That's it. I'm going."

Rain and Misery both looked at him sharply.

"You mean you're going into the chaos?" Rain asked, almost hopeful.

Guy gave a wicked grin. "I can't miss this."

Rain's eyes sparkled. "Can we come too?"

"Yeah," Misery chimed. "We want to play."

Guy uncrossed his arms and said coolly, "Fine. Just don't show the angels any mercy."

Guy entered the battlefield like a crimson comet.

He flew straight to Diablo, just as the demon cut clean through an archangel's neck with one effortless swipe.

The head fell. The wings twitched. The body vanished into light.

Guy landed hard, ground cracking beneath his boots. "Noir," he barked.

Diablo turned slowly, black eyes gleaming. His smirk was sharper than ever.

"Oh, Rouge, how long it's been," he said smoothly, brushing angel blood from his coat.

Guy's eyebrow twitched. " What are you doing here?"

Diablo bowed with theatrical flair. "I go by Diablo now, a name granted to me by my Lord... Veldora."

Guy froze. "Wait… what?! Veldora named you?!"

"Indeed," Diablo nodded. "And not just me. Blanc is now Testarossa, Vert is now Ultima, and Jaune became Carrera."

Guy's eyes widened. "All of you… named… by Veldora?"

"Oh, and there's more," Diablo said, his grin never fading. "We are no longer Primordial Demons."

"…What?" Guy blinked, confused.

"We've transcended," Diablo said calmly, straightening his collar. "We are now Transcendent Demons—the pinnacle of demonic evolution."

Guy took a step back. "That… that's not possible. That's not even a thing!"

"Oh, it is now," Diablo said. "And even you, Rouge, cannot read our power anymore."

Guy's eyes widened. He turned his gaze toward Testarossa. Toward Ultima. Toward Carrera.

He tried to feel their power, analyze it like he always could.

Nothing.

No flow. No energy signature. Just void.

He clenched his jaw. "This is insane…"

Then Diablo leaned in, whispering darkly, "If you'll excuse me… I have angels to take to hell."

He vanished in a spiral of shadows.

The battle raged harder than ever.

Milim flew through the sky like a missile, her fists glowing with chaotic energy, every punch sending shockwaves that rippled across mountains.

Benimaru roared, igniting his entire body in demonic flame as he charged an angel battalion.

Shion threw her blade like a boomerang, slicing through multiple enemies before catching it mid-air with a giggle.

Hakuro moved so fast he left afterimages of pure swordplay.

Testarossa stood calmly, sipping red wine—where she got it was a mystery—and every flick of her finger sent angelic heads flying.

Ultima flew high, gathering a massive ball of death magic, then unleashed it with a yell. "DIE IN STYLE!"

Carrera cackled, surfing on a river of explosions, blowing holes through the enemy ranks.

And amidst it all… floating unseen in the middle of the sky… was Saiki Kusuo.

He chewed his coffee jelly slowly, eyes half-lidded, completely invisible.

"Yare yare... This is getting annoying," he muttered to himself. "I just wanted a quiet place to eat."

He watched Milim tackle three angels midair, laugh like a lunatic, then punch a seraph through a mountain.

"…These people are crazy," he said with a sigh, taking another bite.

Meanwhile... Velgrynd hovered above a shattered plateau.

Rudra—collapsed, barely breathing, his body shaking from the immense drain of summoning Armageddon.

"Rudra…" she said softly, hovering down.

He looked up, eyes weak but defiant.

"I had no choice," he rasped. "I had to reclaim my spot… I won't let Veldora outshine me. Never again."

Velgrynd's eyes softened. "You're a fool."

He laughed, bitter and broken. "Aren't we all?"

And far, far away…

Apollyon watched it all unfold.

From his throne of bones, deep in a pocket dimension, the dark god smiled.

"Good… good…" he whispered. "Let the world burn…"

The battlefield was a canvas of chaos and glory.

Wings of light clashed with blades of abyss. Holy fire collided with demonic wrath. The skies above the Cardinal World were no longer blue—they were a whirl of light, smoke, and shattered clouds. And yet… amidst all the destruction, it was clear: the ones who brought the storm were not the angels.

It was the Transcendent Demons and the warriors of the Storm Kingdom.

Guy Crimson, the once-undisputed strongest of the Primordial Demons, finally snapped out of his daze.

"…Transcendent… demons?" he muttered under his breath, eyes still locked on the spot where Diablo had vanished with a smug grin.

The name Diablo lingered in his head like an echo. And even louder in his mind were the names Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera—his own kin—who had somehow surpassed him?

He clenched his jaw, the air around him rippling from the pressure. "Tch… I'll deal with that later."

Back on the battlefield, Diablo stood tall, having just decapitated another archangel. His black claws dripped with celestial ichor, the angel's fading light still dancing around him like dust motes.

Testarossa calmly walked through a field of collapsed angels, her crimson heels clicking elegantly. Ultima flew overhead, giggling as she hurled compressed spheres of pure death energy that exploded like dying stars. Carrera floated higher in the sky, arms crossed, then casually pointed a finger—firing a beam that cut through a dozen angelic constructs like butter.

Each of them was a storm in human form.

But then there was a different storm...

"HAHAHAHAHA!!! THIS IS FUN!!!" a wild voice echoed.

Milim Nava.

Her body moved like a blur, unleashing a vicious punch that sent an angel spinning through three clouds. She flipped mid-air and kicked another one with a gleeful "TAKE THAT!!" before following up with a double palm blast that detonated in a pink-gold explosion.

"YOU'RE TOO SLOW! DRAGO NOVA!!!"

She hurled her signature attack—pure chaos wrapped in draconic flame—and it disintegrated a swarm of angels in a single heartbeat.

Below her, Diablo looked up and laughed. "I see the little princess has finally joined the dance."

Milim turned to him mid-air, sticking out her tongue. "I heard that!"

"Good!" he smirked. "Now try to keep up."

Their laughs rang out like thunder, even as the angelic army continued to fall apart.

Meanwhile in the storm kingdom…

Veldora stood still, arms folded, cape fluttering violently. The storm around him raged on, lightning crackling behind him.

He said nothing.

He was watching everything.

His golden eyes gleamed with restrained power. Below him, the entire city was underground—evacuated into a massive hidden shelter, more like a second city built beneath the surface. Homes. Restaurants. Parks. Schools. Life continued safely below while their dragon lord watched above.

Thanks to Saiki, hundreds of magical projections floated in the air—showing live feeds of the battlefield, different angles, even zoom-ins of their heroes fighting. Every citizen in the underground was watching.

Children were cheering. Parents were praying. Soldiers were saluting.

They were watching their protectors—Benimaru, Shion, Geld, Souei, Hakurou, Diablo, Milim—defend their lives.

And they weren't the only ones watching.

All across the Cardinal World, rulers and generals from distant nations were watching the exact same projections in real-time. No one could understand how Veldora had such surveillance capabilities, but all assumed it was his doing.

"This Veldora… how did he set all this up?" King Gazel murmured in Dwargon, his generals watching with tense expressions.

Even Elmesia in Sarion, sipping tea in her private war chamber, narrowed her eyes. "He prepared this well. I underestimated him."

But none of them knew…

It was Saiki.

Floating invisible above the battlefield, unmoved, his face deadpan.

He held a spoon.

In his other hand: a tiny cup of coffee jelly.

Scoop. Plop. Chew.

He hovered silently like a bored god among titans. Watching. Listening. No one noticed him. Not even Diablo.

"…Yare yare," he mumbled as another angel exploded into feathers below him.

Back in the sky, far above the chaos, a different figure gritted his teeth.

Apollyon, who had planned the assault, stood at the edge of his dimensional gateway, eyes wide in disbelief.

"This… can't be happening," he hissed.

His black wings trembled, his glowing halo flickering.

"These angels… this was supposed to be an eradication! They're being torn apart like children! HOW?!"

He clenched his fists. "What the hell are these demons…?! How did they get so strong?!"

He growled, looking down as Milim suplexed an angel into a crater.

"That dragon girl… she's unhinged! That one in the suit… impossible reaction speed! The red one… the silver one… the—"

He paused.

But…

Right above him, floating just a few feet away, spoon mid-air, Saiki watched Apollyon with blank eyes.

"Hmm. That guy's freaking out," he said quietly, poking more jelly into his mouth. "Yare yare daze…"