Still, he charged without hesitation, slamming Tasha through the debris of her icy castle. Shattered spires rained down as he blurred forward again—faster than sight could follow. Every motion carried a terrifying precision; even her freezing aura bent before his speed.
Diablo: "Show me, Tasha… show me what you can do."
(He mocked her, lightning crawling across his arm like serpents.)
The storm died, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat.
Thump...
Thump...
Then—silence.
Diablo's eyes narrowed. Something changed.
Tasha lifted her head.
Her pupils glowed white—not from light, but from absence. The tears on her cheeks froze mid-fall, suspended like glass. When she spoke, her voice held no warmth, no tremor.
Tasha: "Fear… was slowing me down."
She pressed a hand to her temple. Ice spread in delicate lines across her skull, weaving into a crown.
Narration:
"She froze it—the part of her mind that screams, that doubts, that hesitates. What remained was silence… and precision."
A pulse followed—not of magic, but of intent. The frost around her reignited, sharper, cleaner, absolute.
Even Diablo blinked; his lightning faltered, uncertain for the first time.
Diablo (growling): "You would destroy yourself to stand against me?"
Tasha: "No, Father… I'm only removing what makes me weak."
She vanished—deleted from sight.
A spear of frozen light appeared a breath later, impaling his shoulder. The temperature plunged past death itself.
Frost crept up his arm, fusing lightning to ice—and for the first time since their fight began, the beast flinched.
Tasha (flat): "Your aura devours. Mine erases. Let's see which void survives."
Her domain obeyed instantly: every crystal moved to her thoughts, every breath became a weapon. The storm was no longer his.
It was hers.
Every strike countered his. Each motion predicted his intent. Diablo, amazed by her precision and resolve, gave her distance.
Diablo: "Never imagined my own daughter could push me almost to two percent of my power."
His head tilted down, shadow swallowing his eyes.
You could feel it—that switch.
His aura didn't rise at first; it coiled, like something ancient awakening, burning through every nerve, screaming to be released.
Then his hair began to lift—slowly—defying gravity. His body shook, not from fear but from power clawing to escape.
Lightning cracked around him, sharper than screams. The ground collapsed beneath his feet.
Vegetation withered, rocks turned to dust.
The roar that followed wasn't human—it came from somewhere primal, pure.
That was the moment he stopped being just Diablo.
His eyes blazed turquoise, twin flames of rage and sorrow.
His aura erupted—golden, blinding, holy yet violent.
He and Tasha dashed toward each other.
When their powers met, the explosion rivaled a nuclear dawn.
For a heartbeat their forces stood equal. Diablo's face twisted in disbelief—his daughter had matched him in strength
Diablo: [voice low, filled with awe]
"Lightning Dominica... The Domain of Judgment."
The air turned heavy — humming, alive.
Blue-white arcs crawled across Diablo's arm like living beasts.
When he opened his eyes, the sky fractured — cracks of light spreading across the heavens like divine veins.
"This is my dominion," he whispered, calm, divine, merciless.
"Lightning Dominica."
Thunder didn't crash — it bowed.
Every flash was a scream of creation itself bending, submitting to his will.
Tasha's heart stuttered — her pulse syncing with the storm's rhythm.
Her frozen calm began to tremble at the edge. For the first time, she felt small.
"You've entered my world," Diablo said, lightning spiraling around him like halos of destruction, "and here... lightning is law."
The sky detonated — a column of divine thunder fell, warping reality itself.
But—
A single frost pulse erupted from Tasha's palm.
The lightning that ruled the heavens shattered mid-descent, canceling the domain out in a wave of white silence.
Steam hissed between them, half thunder, half frost.
Diablo blinked — then laughed softly.
Diablo:
"Honestly... that was impressive. You've grown. But promise me something—never attempt that again. Not even in your darkest hour."
Tasha (breathing heavily):
"What was that, Dad? Your domain... it looked terrifying as hell. You should work on it."
Diablo: [sighs, faint smirk]
"It's better that way, darling...
So — nobody could land a hit on me, huh?"
Before he finished, Tasha's fist slammed into his gut.
The impact echoed like a cannon, sending Diablo flying through the icy ruins.
Light flashed—
A thunderclap answered.
The storm trembled again… but this time, it was laughing with them.
>Diablo: Tasha is easily the strongest for real , sooo what brought you gents here