The Limitless Curse (Rewrite taking over the original story)

(For some of you I suggest you go back and read the last chapter because I changed the end of it and if you don't go back and read it some of this chapter won't make much sense.)

The air grew heavy, suffused with a dense aura of malevolence as Y/N raised his hand, his eyes narrowing with a mix of calm confidence and ominous intent. The tension between him and the Disaster Curses was palpable, a deadly calm before an inevitable storm.

Kenjaku's grin widened slightly, but there was a glimmer of unease behind his stitched-up facade. "While it was a bit of a shock to learn of Dagon's demise, my previous statement still stands: you cannot defeat us all at once."

The boy tilted his head, his smirk unfazed. "While I know I could take all of you at once with relatively low difficulty, I'll play your little game."

Kenjaku raised a brow, his curiosity piqued. "And what do you mean by that?"

Y/N chuckled, lifting his hands into a formation that seemed to bend reality itself, his voice echoing with commanding authority. "I mean, let's even the playing field, shall we? With this treasure, I summon... the Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General MAHORAGA!"

The entire battlefield was consumed by an overwhelming surge of cursed energy, a tidal wave of pressure so immense that even the most seasoned devils and mages in the meeting room collapsed to their knees, struggling to breathe. Walls and windows trembled, and Sirzechs, the Lucifer himself, barely managed to lift his head.

"What sort of monster is he summoning?" Sirzechs muttered, his voice strained with disbelief.

As the cursed energy continued to build, the ground behind Y/N erupted, revealing a colossal cocoon, pulsating with raw, otherworldly energy. Cracks began to spiderweb across its surface, and a haunting, metallic grinding echoed through the air. The tension was suffocating as the cocoon began to split apart, shards of its shell disintegrating into cursed energy.

Emerging from the cocoon was Mahoraga, its titanic frame casting a shadow over the battlefield. The monstrous figure radiated a primal, ancient malice, its eight blades gleaming ominously as its cursed wheel spun steadily on its head. Each step the beast took seemed to rattle the earth, its claws leaving deep grooves in the ground.

The very presence of the Divine General sent waves of paralyzing fear rippling through the meeting room. Devils and mages alike clutched their chests, their instincts screaming at them to flee. The Disaster Curses, though intrigued, could not entirely mask their unease. Even Kenjaku's confident smirk faltered momentarily as his eyes fixated on the living calamity that now stood beside Y/N.

Y/N smirked, resting his hands on his hips. "While I can tell this big guy alone has made you all shit yourselves, you were complaining about numbers. Let's add one more to the mix."

With a casual wave of his hand, Y/N once again formed a series of intricate seals, his cursed energy surging to an even higher peak. "Merged Beast Agito, get out here so we can humor this stitched-up bastard's ego."

A second burst of energy rippled outward, distinct but equally suffocating. From a vortex of cursed energy beside Y/N, a new figure began to form. Agito emerged, a grotesque amalgamation of Ten Shadows Shikigami fused into a singular, terrifying entity. Its form was both bestial and monstrous, with claws like razors, multiple glowing eyes, and limbs that seemed to constantly shift and writhe.

Agito was a testament to Y/N's mastery of the Ten Shadows Technique, a creature born from the unholy combination of multiple shikigami. It was an abomination of unparalleled power, its form exuding raw, chaotic energy that made even Mahoraga seem more disciplined in comparison.

Y/N gestured casually, and the two towering beasts moved to his sides. Mahoraga stood on his right, its towering frame exuding unshakable dominance, while Agito flanked his left, its constantly shifting form an embodiment of chaos. The boy stood between them, his tattoos glowing faintly with cursed energy, his calm demeanor starkly contrasted by the titanic forces he commanded.

The sight was breathtaking and terrifying—a lone sorcerer flanked by two living disasters, each radiating an aura that could dominate entire battlefields. The meeting room fell into stunned silence, the realization dawning on everyone present: this boy wasn't just powerful. He was a force of nature.

Y/N's smirk widened as he regarded the stunned curses. "Well then, you cocky bastard, do these odds feel fair enough for you now?"

Kenjaku's eyes flicked between Mahoraga and Agito, his calculating mind racing. Behind his calm exterior, unease festered. The boy's strength was unlike anything he'd encountered before, and his ability to summon such titanic creatures with ease only deepened the mystery surrounding him.

For a moment, none of the curses responded, their silence heavy with tension.

Y/N cracked his knuckles, his smirk fading into a deadly calm expression. "No response, huh? No matter." He shifted his stance, his cursed energy flaring once more. "I'll come to you."

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as Y/N and his monstrous allies prepared to unleash devastation.

(I know a lot of you are probably going to be annoyed but I'm doing the same as Riley and giving the fight a separate chapter to itself so it's better quality and in my opinion fights and funner and personally easier to write then dialogue filled chapters.)