In the fiery depths of hell —the abyss— a rebellion brewed. Two devilish beings exchanged clashes, as the once-weakest devil dared to challenge Azrael, the formidable king of the Abyss.
Despite Azrael's attempts to maintain his dominance, Sheon—the defiant—proved stubborn, pushing Azrael to his limits."
As he got dominated, Azrael resorted to summoning his loyal generals to aid him in the battle; the three strongest devils in the abyss against the "once weakest devil".
Against all odds, Sheon held his ground, fending off not just Azrael, but also his generals. Their clash became legendary, etching its mark on the annals of hell's history.
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The battlefield was Azrael's chamber... floored with charcoal-like sand, burning in abyssal black flames and roofed with a dark sky; a dim star stood in its middle.
The chamber was being lit up by several eternal burning candles, their blue flames flickering in eerie silence.
Their last clash pushed them some meters away from each other. They each readied their metallic claws, which could easily slice through a diamond, and locked eyes, hatred blazing between them."
Closing the distance, Sheon sent a lot of deadly and fast strikes which Azrael kept dodging while they flew all around the chamber.
Azrael finally struck back, and their clash sent a strong wave of energy blowing away the nearby debris, but despite the fierce wind, the eternal flames didn't flicker—its eternal afterall.
Metallic clashing sounds were heard as fiery sparks flew out from the clash. The ones engaged in battles were fast and blurry.
"So tell me, Azrael… how does it feel to be fighting the weakest devil — and still losing?" Sheon asked Azrael with a smirk, he has straight horns, metallic claws, red scales, a triangular tip tail, and a pair of bat wings.
Although his golden-black aura was getting weaker, he was still fighting on equal footing with Azrael after defeating three of his generals.
~clank~ Their claws clash
"Quiet! You arrogant bastard, I will never lose to you. I still have my trump card." Azrael, the abyssal king, apart from being larger than Sheon, with a dark red aura, otherwise they shared the same demonic frame.
Sheon, too was pushed back and regained his balance after skidding some meters back; he was already weak from fighting almost all the hell officials, starting from the guards up.
"Quit pushing me away, will you?" Sheon yelled in annoyance which soon turned into a frown as he saw Azrael absorbing the energy of his two dead generals from where he was standing.
"Damn, bastard! Damn bastard! Is there no depth to your shamelessness?" Sheon angrily barks at Azrael.
Now his chance of winning—which was a bit unfavorable —has successfully been slimmed even more.
"You are strong, I admit, so to win I have to be stronger, using any means at my disposal," Azrael said with a grin as his body started absorbing the energy.
He started elevating in the air, and his aura changed to a mixture of purple and black. He could feel all his energy and stamina returning, he was getting stronger, stronger than he had ever been.
"So that's the damned trump card you were talking about huh?" Sheon calmly said while cracking his neck.
He couldn't get angry; he was dealing with the king of hell, and all devils are known to be the most deceptive. Considering that he only got this far from stealing, Azrael's actions were completely justified to him; all he had to do was to win, no matter what it took.
"How is it? Beautiful right?" Azrael was thrilled to see the look on Sheon's face; he had lost hope of winning the fight, and that alone was satisfying for him."Where's your fighting spirit? Come on, who knows, you might have winning chances." Azrael mocked.
Sheon smirked upon hearing Azrael. 'Yeah, that's right, it's not completely impossible, but if this attack fails, I'll lose.' he whispered, feeling his chest tighten with strain.
'Argh, damnit, it's not like I have a choice and giving up is not an option, so I'd better see it through to the end. I just hope I have enough energy to pull this off, it should deal him enough damage to weaken him... at least."
His heart pounded with a lace of fear...but he decided to ignore it. He had done enough to impress himself, so losing at the moment wouldn't be that bad, although it's drifting from his original plan, he'd definitely make a comeback.
"A little stretch here and there" Sheon said as he stretched trying to ease his tension as he got ready to attack. Azrael was originally angry that he had the guts to let his guard down, but was soon made to ache his eyebrows in confusion as he saw Sheon's next move.
Sheon mimicked pointing a gun at Azrael with his claws, a smirk curved on his lips.
Azrael tilted his head to the side in confusion. He was about to think that Sheon was crazy, but considering that all the spells he had been using had a very funny execution style and wasn't in any way related to the known devils' techniques, he was forced to stay on guard.
A small golden-black aura started forming at the tip of Sheon's fingers, it hissed like boiling blood as it kept enlarging.
It got as big as a basketball before it suddenly stopped and started shrinking as if compressing; the smaller it got, the brighter it became, it's hissing became high pitched.
With a frown, Azrael could already guess what Sheon was doing and he didn't like it.
He immediately rushed towards Sheon moving faster than thunder cracking across hellfire.
'He is compressing all that energy into this final attack. A very simple attack, but, it has a strange energy to it. If I don't stop him, I might die.
"Heh," Sheon let out a devilish smirk as he immediately pointed his hands upward and let out the beam. Azrael's reaction caught his movement.
"Fuck!" Azrael exclaimed as he prepared for defence.
Unseen until now, a demonic relic shimmered into view behind him — the Reflect. It was a mirror that could triple the effect of an attack and release it to the trajectory it's directed to— in this case, Azrael.
Azrael immediately formed a shield, quadrupled it, and placed it above him to defend against the attack.
~Boom!~
A blast tore through the abyss, rising like a flaming pillar.
Sheon watched closely, he knew that Azrael might withstand the attack since he absorbed the energy of his two dead generals, but somewhere deep down, he hoped Azrael would just die already.
~Thud~ Sheon collapsed to his knees, weakness gripping every muscle.
He has been fighting for days non-stop so it's only natural for such a backlash from accumulated stress.
Everywhere was covered with dust from the abyssal sand. As the dust settled, Sheon carefully observed, silently praying. A huge hole was created where Azrael stood.
"Haaa... I knew it; that wasn't enough to take you down; after all, you are the Abyssal King who wields the power of his two generals."
In the middle of the huge crater was a shirtless Abyssal king, whose wings covered him.
He unfurled his wings — and they tore free, falling like ash
"What a surprise; at this point, I don't know if I lost or won. Tell me oh wingless devil king, did you really win?" Sheon taunts.