Jasara spent days experimenting with demons and humans alike, each becoming horrid abominations. Malachi, the Devil King's Reaper, approached him in his machinations. "It seems you are playing games, Lord Jasara, Lucifer grows impatient. You can see in your mind's eye what Slade will do. " He said Jasara had been sitting on his throne looking at Malachi in disgust. "My reasonings are my own, and you will not question me, screw hell, and when you return there tell my father to fuck himself". Jasara says coldly standing, "How dare you"? Malachi says flames emanating from his body. "You speak that way of the one who granted you ultimate power, I think you're full of shit." Jasara then became enraged, punching Malachi through the castle wall. "Full of shit, is that what you say to me you lower life form"? Jasara said, his armor sprouting through his skin and walking through the hole he created in the wall. "What is it you're proving, you sit and do nothing while your mortal enemy parades into Atlantis there is still no word from Darius The Black what is your plan"? Malachi stood up. "Tempest: Devil Art: Gear Scythe". Malachi says as pieces of rubble form together in his flames to form a glorious flaking scythe. "Two can play at that game." Jasara stated. He then used the sharp points on his gauntlet to slit his own throat from ear to ear, black blood pouring in his hands, forming two gnarled looking black swords. "Devastar: Diablo Phantom Blades". The blades became solid, and Jasara ran at Malachi. "My plan, I don't have to tell you anything, but now I will make you obey me." Jasara snarled as he disappeared from Malachi's sight. Malachi turned and found himself being ripped from all sides by the speed of Jasara's blades. "I can't see him. He's too fast." Malachi said, jumping into the air, Jasara then appeared lunging after Malachi. "Devastar: Phantar: Hell Chains." Jasara grabs Malachi by the leg, smacking him off the pillars of his castle, tossing him into the courtyard. "Tempest: Royal Reaper: Fire Rain". Malachi shouts as hundreds of flaming scythes, much like his own, fall through the sky to hit Jasara. "Child's play, and you call yourself a Reaper." Jasara cackled, raising his hand to the sky, creating a black orb that shielded him from harm. Malachi huffed and grunted in disbelief. "I've seen it unfold dear naive Reaper, Darius The Black has survived and soon will turn Slade mortal, i am building an army while Slade is distracted in his journey to find Darius, you interfere in matters that are not yours"! Jasara said as the orb began to grow, chains sprouted from Jasara grabbing Malachi. "YOU WILL BOW TO WORLD-EATER!" Jasara roared as the black orb enveloped Malachi, creating a gigantic explosion. Malachi crawled for life, his skin slowly regenerating. Niro approached their battle, "My Lord, he has had enough, he will not question you again." Niro said to Jasara as Jasara reverted back to his previous form. "Damn it." Malachi says, crawling. "Now that we understand each other, I'm glad you're here. You are going to find Darius The Black and bring him to the Goddess of Discord. Malachi stood on one knee, struggling to keep himself up, never looking up from the floor he breathed: "It will be done, my lord.
Darius The Black made it to an island covered in a thick blanket in fog. He knew he was close to the Isle of Olympius but still had a long way to go. " He climbed onto the island, walking in the sand. He had walked a long way until he fell into a cavern. His wings tried to save his fall, but his adolescent form was still too weak, and he fell flat on his face. After raising himself up, he walked up and down the pitch black landscape, eventually finding a long hallway lit with torches, he walks down the corridor, seeing depictions written on the walls all kinds of creatures, demons, angels, and the deities of Olympius. One wall caught Darius's eye, a depiction of a multi-headed monster eating humans all except one. He walked further and heard silent sobs. When he found the source, a woman was crying in a giant room, and he approached. "Who are you? He asked her, and she stood turned around. The woman had no face. Before Darius could react, the ground started to shake, as if giant footsteps were coming closer and closer to Darius. "Feeble Fallen". A giant voice hissed. "This is my snare." It said as the woman disintegrated before Darius's eyes. "I do not wish to fight you creature, I only require the meeting of Eris." Darius said. "You will never get to her in one piece." The creature hissed as it came into view. It was a lowly serpent dragon. It hissed at Darius. "I don't have time for this." Darius groaned, raising his hand and blasting a purple energy beam at the dragon, obliterating its head.
Darius began walking away, and that's when he heard the awful squishing of flesh to bone. He turned around to see the creature sprouted two more heads. "You will not defeat me so easily, Fallen, for I am the Hydra a creature who is practically immortal. We are one in the same." The Hydra's voice boomed, echoing throughout the cave. "Fuck" Darius stared in horror, the Hydra rushed toward him, Darius then threw himself into the sky flying around the infernal beast. He hovered over the Hydra, blasting each one of its heads clean off. "BLACK TEMPEST: FALLEN: DIABLO BLAST". He shouted, and as each head fell, two more appeared in its place. Soon, the Hydra's heads were uncountable. "What has that accomplished Fallen"? All the Hydra's heads spoke in unison hissing at him, gripping his leg with their many tongues trying to wrap and devour him, he fell sliding down each hungry face escaping with an inch of his breath grabbing the ledge that would pull him to safety. The Hydra gripped his leg, pulling him downward, Darius still holding onto the ledge for dear life. "I WILL NOT SURRENDER BEAST".