The Limitless Curse (Rewrite taking over the original story)

The battlefield was a massacre of pride and power. Vali and Katerea, the so-called pinnacles of strength, lay battered and broken before the Disaster Curses. The faction leaders and their subordinates, once so assured of their dominance, stood frozen in stunned silence.

Even the once-time-frozen onlookers were now free to move, only to be greeted by the sight of Vali brought to his knees like a child being punished.

Sirzechs: "What in Lucifer's name... What are those things?"

Michael: "They aren't of any race we know. They exude something unnatural—an evil unlike anything I've felt."

Azazel: "They called themselves Disaster Curses. A curse? What the hell kind of enemy is that?"

Tension thickened as fear gripped everyone present. The young devils, having barely begun to grasp the situation, were too terrified to speak.

Rias: "Brother—"

Sirzechs: (stepping forward) "Rias, it's going to be okay. You and Sona, take your peerages and evacuate immediately. These things... they are not to be taken lightly."

Rias hesitated, fear etched into her features. Sirzechs, seeing his sister trembling, clenched his fists, a burning resolve overtaking his usually calm demeanor.

Sirzechs: "Michael, Azazel... may I ask for your aid in removing this threat?"

Michael: (nodding) "My brother and I will gladly stand with you."

Azazel: (with a smirk) "Don't speak for me, but yeah, count me in. This is something we'll need to handle together."

Before Sirzechs could express his gratitude, a familiar voice cut in.

Serafall: "And don't you dare forget me! Those things are putting my precious Sona-tan in danger!"

Serafall Leviathan, the usually bubbly and childlike Satan Leviathan, exuded a completely different aura in this moment. Gone were her usual magical girl-inspired attire and exaggerated expressions. Instead, she was dressed in a sleek, form-fitting black business suit with subtle pink accents along the lapels, reflecting her status as a leader of the Underworld. Her long, flowing black hair was neatly tied into elegant high pig tails (don't know girl hair styles sorry), emphasizing her sharp, refined features.

Her deep violet eyes, typically sparkling with mischief, now held a piercing intensity, betraying her determination to protect her sister and maintain order. A silver brooch shaped like a stylized trident—a symbol of her title—adorned her blazer, while polished black heels completed her polished look. Despite her professional attire, the faint hum of magical energy surrounding her served as a reminder that she was still one of the Underworld's most powerful beings.

Sirzechs: "Apologies, Serafall. You're right—"

Serafall: "Yeah, you better not have forgotten—"

Before she could finish, the air shifted violently, heat scorching the atmosphere. In a flash, Jogo appeared behind her. His voice, a rumbling mockery, cut through the battlefield like a knife.

Jogo: "Foolish whelp. Never take your eyes off your enemy."

With a swift, upward motion, his fiery hand ignited Serafall in an instant. Flames engulfed her as she crumpled to the ground, her once-vibrant outfit reduced to ash.

The others stared in horror, frozen.

Sirzechs: "Serafall—!"

But before he could finish, Jogo turned his attention to the Lucifer himself. Another wave of fire consumed Sirzechs, his form collapsing as smoke rose from the attack.