Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

Chapter 311 - 310:ORIGINAL SINS CLASH :HEAVEN'S SHATTERED LAYERS

The void itself trembled as seven beings, each a perfect clone of Michael, descended toward the battlefield. Their golden wings spread wide, shimmering with an aura so pure that even stars blinked in awe.Opposite them, seven shadows took form.., clones of the Original Sins. Each a living embodiment of corruptionradiating malice older than Heaven itself. Their mere presence tainted the layers of space they passed through.

No words were needed. No pleasantries exchanged. Only hatred, pure and eternal, charged the air.

Pride's clone tilted his head, glancing at Michael's clone.

"You dare mimic the perfect light of Heaven?" he hissed, voice dripping contempt.

Michael's eyes narrowed, golden light flaring from his pupils.

"I do not imitate, I am the embodiment of divine justice. And I will erase your existence for the heresy you carry."

With that, the air between them trembled.

BOOOOM!

They collided.

The impact tore through the first layer of space. Stars in nearby systems blinked out. Galaxies flexed like brittle glass. Space itself screamed under the weight of their power.

Wrath's clone lunged at one of the Michaels. Lava blood streaked across the void, each movement fracturing light-years of reality. His fist met the divine barrier with a sound like the universe cracking in half.

"Pathetic… you cling to light!" Wrath growled.

Michael's clone replied with a swing of his arm. A golden wave of law surged forward, tearing apart Wrath's approach, scattering shards of corrupted matter across multiple dimensions.

"I cling to what is eternal. You cling to what is rotten."

Sloth's clone yawned lazily, stretching out a finger. Temples and fortresses a million light-years away crumbled under his indifference. Michael's clone countered by thrusting a hand forward, generating a wall of radiant shields that absorbed the destruction with a single thought.

"Your apathy… it disgusts me," Michael said coldly.

"You cannot comprehend… what eternity demands of us," Sloth sneered.

Meanwhile, Lust's clone flicked illusions across reality, bending light into impossible geometries that crushed stars in their paths. Greed's clone inhaled entire nebulae, sending streams of golden energy toward the Michaels.

The battlefield spiraled out of control. Each clash sent shockwaves that ruptured the second layer of space. Fractures opened in dimensional fabric, exposing raw chaos between layers.

And yet… the Michaels did not falter.

Each step they took reshaped space around them. Every swing, every motion, carved laws into existence. Light met darkness in eternal opposition.

"Do you think your desires can defeat justice?" Michael shouted, voice vibrating across multiple planes of existence.

Pride's clone responded with a smirk, slicing through a cluster of realities effortlessly.

"I think you cling to illusions, worshiping your own reflection! I am the perfection of corruption! And what do you know about darkness, you were to afraid to even fall in"

BOOOOM!

The third layer of space shattered. Time warped. Universes twisted in spirals. Stars blinked into nonexistence. The scream of creation itself resonated across the battlefield.

Each clash left scars. Fragments of laws and matter hung suspended like shattered glass in the void.

Wrath collided again with a Michael clone. Lava met law, corruption met divinity.

"You… cannot stop me… Michael!" Wrath roared, staggering the golden-winged archangel.

Michael's clone countered, eyes glowing like suns.

"I am not stopping you… I am undoing you!, erasing you, obliterating you"

Sloth lazily flicked a hand, attempting to collapse an entire dimensional corridor. The Michaels moved as one, interweaving shields of pure light and bending space to absorb the blow.

"Your arrogance blinds you," Michael murmured.

The fight was no longer just a battle. It was a contest of existence itself. Each strike, each defense, reshaped space, reality, and time.

Lust's clone tried to drown the Michaels in illusions of paradise and horror, a thousand worlds collapsing into chaos. Yet each clone of Michael struck with divine precision, severing illusions mid-formation, shattering the phantoms with bursts of absolute law.

Greed's clone devoured clusters of stars and flung them like missiles. Michael deflected with a wave of his wings, the motion folding three galaxies into pure golden light, vaporizing everything the clone touched.

"Your light… your chains… they cannot bind me, i shall devour them and then devour youu," Greed hissed, claws digging into space itself.

The third layer of space collapsed completely under the titanic war. Cosmic storms of light and darkness clashed, erupting in spirals that ripped through the fabric of creation. Shards of universes, fragments of stars, and streams of immortal souls were caught in the crossfire, scattered across infinity.

Pride and Michael met again. Golden light clashed with corrupt shadow, each strike tearing open a wound in existence itself.

"You think yourself justice… you are a fool, a child worshiping a dying sun!, which God will save you ? What who. You will fall before me" Pride spat.

Michael's clone growled, aura flaring across light-years.

"And you… you are nothing but the shadow of what was once created! You sre a discarded shell of your former self!"

Wrath slammed down again, causing an explosion that would have obliterated a hundred universes. Michaels countered, shattering Wrath's approach, leaving fragments of molten reality suspended in the void.

The hatred between them was tangible. Words were sharpened swords. Every motion dripped with millennia of contempt. Every thought burned with memories of betrayal and cosmic enmity.

"Every step you take," Pride hissed, "you bring destruction upon yourself."

"And every blow you strike," Michael replied, "will be met with the weight of Heaven itself."

For hours that stretched across eternity, the battlefield churned. The clones of the Original Sins pushed. The Michaels held.

One by one, attacks escalated from reality-shattering strikes to cosmic-layer-shattering assaults, tearing through multiple layers of existence at once.

Each clash left space trembling. Even the void felt pressure. Even laws of creation began to hesitate in fear.

And yet… no one fell.

Not a single clone.

Not a single Original Sin or Michael.

Just hatred.

Just eternal battle.

Just space, time, and laws bending under their fury.

In the distance, watching the smaller universes that had survived the Primordial Demon Wars, a chilling thought echoed across existence:

"If even Rank 3 avatars of the Original Sins are this strong… if the clones of Michael can still resist… what must the true beings be capable of?"

And above the shattered third layer of space, their war continued… endless, merciless, eternal.

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