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Jason's severed hand regenerated instantly, the flesh knitting itself back together with a hiss of cursed energy.
He stood tall, crimson eyes narrowing as the flames behind him flickered in the heat of battle. He turned slowly, scanning the space, then spoke coolly—controlled.
"Are you a Lord?"
But before the last syllable even left his lips, he was already moving—because four razors of pitch-black energy screamed toward him from separate directions.
Jason twisted his body midair, narrowly slipping past the first. The second grazed his cheek. The third missed by a breath. The fourth carved through the stone behind him as he flipped backward, landing in a crouch.
"Don't talk to me, human trash," the Lord Demon spat, stepping forward with quiet authority, his steps light but deadly.
Jason clicked his tongue, "Figures."
The demon vanished—and reappeared a heartbeat later right in front of Jason, his hand plunged forward like a dagger. Jason caught the movement just in time, barely weaving left. In the same motion, his claws slashed out in a counter—Dismantle carved through air—but the Lord dodged cleanly and retaliated with a blast of cursed force to Jason's chest.
Jason flew back several meters, smashing against a pillar of cracked obsidian. The impact left dust swirling around him, but he pushed off it mid-flight—flickered forward in a burst of cursed energy and appeared behind the Lord.
"Cleave."
His voice echoed with a weight that sliced the very atmosphere. A cross-shaped arc of cursed energy split forward.
The Lord twisted, taking the blow across his torso—Jason saw the flesh part. A clean hit.
But in less than a second, it sealed shut. No wound. No pain.
Jason's eyes narrowed.
"You heal. Fast."
"I transcend you," the demon answered simply—and then he was moving again.
For the next ten seconds, it was pure chaos.
Each of the Lord's slashes was a feint, hiding the next attack that would follow from a blind angle. As Jason clashed with him up close—parrying, flipping over him, launching kicks and clawed slashes from impossible angles—he felt the difference in their level.
And it wasn't just power.
It was precision.
The Lord's slicers—dark waves of energy—ripped through the battlefield, each from a new direction, as if space itself was turning against Jason. They tore through terrain, forced Jason into defensive flips, rolls, and narrow air-dodges using Spiderweb, his movement technique, stringing himself between falling debris to vault across surfaces midair like a cursed acrobat.
But even his Spiderweb couldn't always save him.
One slicer carved a thin line across his thigh. Another cracked into his shoulder and forced him to ground—he landed in a skid, then launched again, panting.
His cursed energy was leaking faster than he liked.
Still, Jason smiled, blood on his lip.
"Gotta admit," he muttered, "I've missed this feeling."
The Lord Demon was already chanting, hands raised.
Jason didn't give him the chance. He slammed his hands together and summoned Kamutoke.
In a flash of cursed lightning, the Vajra appeared.
A three-pronged cursed tool, forged in golden fire, its tips surging with streaks of electric fury.
Jason hurled it forward like a bolt—lightning exploded in a dome as it struck near the demon, forcing him to leap back. But Jason was already there, stepping through the burst.
Fist met cheek.
Claws met ribs.
Spiderweb wrapped around the demon's leg—but the Lord burned through it with a pulse of raw heat.
Jason dropped into a crouch, Dismantle in a perfect arc—and took off the Lord's arm. A direct hit.
He grinned—until the arm regrew mid-air.
"Tch... this regeneration is bullshit."
The Lord slowed his movements, lips curled in a smirk. "You're not normal. You feel like a... new Lord," he said. "But you're not demonic. Not truly."
Jason said nothing.
The Lord raised both hands. Cursed wind whipped around the battlefield as purple flames began to swirl into existence—unnatural, like something born from cosmic hatred. Jason's instincts screamed.
A dome of fire rose around them, sealing them both inside.
Then, nine balls of hellish purple fire floated behind the Lord in a wide crescent — each one pulsing, they formed a Smile behind him
Jason's eyes widened.
"What the hell is this...?"
The Lord Demon's tongue shifted, speaking in a language not meant for mortal ears.
"Hrl iepb fpgjnjv zbmali... dmjhl'i ianbl." (The Soul Burning Flames...Dante's Smile)
The nine orbs ignited brighter, then launched—one after another, fire screaming toward Jason with deadly intent.
The first Jason dodged by rolling.
The second he caught a glimpse of and sidestepped.
The third missed—barely.
The fourth forced him to spin midair to avoid it.
The fifth grazed his hip, igniting a spark of purple across his flesh. "Tch—!"
The sixth scratched down his arm—Jason screamed as pain stabbed deep, not into his body... but his soul.
"Grragh—!"
The seventh collided with his stomach.
Jason convulsed. His knees buckled.
Not from blood.
From pure spiritual agony.
"AAAAHHHHH!!" he roared, collapsing.
The eighth missed only because he was already falling.
The ninth struck his chest—and something inside him shattered. Not bones. Not muscle. Essence.
Jason gasped as his body slammed into the dirt, smoke trailing from his mouth.
His vision blurred.
Breathing slowed.
Every nerve in his body screamed, but not from normal pain. This wasn't just physical.
It felt like his very soul was unraveling.
He clawed at the ground, dragging himself upright.
The Lord Demon laughed—cold, measured.
"To survive soul destruction... How interesting," he said.
Jason barely managed to stand. One hand to his chest, the other trembling with residual lightning from Kamutoke, still flickering weakly in his palm.
"Most humans... they shatter under one hit," the Lord continued. "But not you. I could forge you. Make you mine. You would rise above all... Maybe even become stronger than me someday."
He stepped forward.
"But that's exactly why I must destroy you."
The flames rose again, a fresh spell forming behind him—Jason's knees bent slightly, blood dripping from his nose, eyes wild, mind racing—
'A soul attack.....How do I even.....' thought Jason
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