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Belial attacked Arthur first.
Hellfire curled around his arm as sigils burned into existence midair. He didn't attack like a brute, his fingers carved ancient geometry into the air. The spell coiled outward, the magic was not meant to kill, it had a much more sinister effect.
The spell struck Arthur.
For a fraction of a second, the air around him warped, his silhouette flickering, warping, trying to rewrite what he was.
Then the distortion shattered.
As if the spell was Rejected.
Arthur didn't even flinch.
The spell unraveled against him like smoke hitting stone.
Belial's eyes widened, genuine shock flashing across his infernal features.
"That curse would have reshaped any mortal," he snarled. "Any demon."
Arthur stepped forward.
Lightning crawled along Thanatos Bronte, answering his intent with a hungry crackle.
"I'm not either of those."
He vanished.
Moved faster than Belial's instincts could track.
Arthur reappeared mid-swing.
The spear carved through the air, thunder screaming in its wake.
Impact.
Lightning detonated against Belial's chest, hurling him backward like a meteor. Hellfire scattered, his body smashing through black stone as cracks spiderwebbed across the wall behind him.
Arthur didn't even look back.
He turned instead to John, Kara, and Zatanna.
"Leave," he said calmly.
Kara frowned immediately, stepping forward.
"Arthur, I'm not sitting this out. I can fight too."
His gaze flicked to her steady and sharp.
"Don't misunderstand me, Kara," he said evenly.
"I'm not shielding you so you can run."
His shadows curled tighter, responding to the killing intent rising within him.
"I just want to deal with them alone."
John swore under his breath, glancing toward the chamber's trembling walls.
"Right, sunshine," he muttered to Kara. "Bloke's clearly got a plan, and I'm already sensing something absolutely terrifying outside."
Arthur nodded slightly.
"That would be Kamish," he said. "My dragon."
Their eyes widened.
John sighs saying "Of course you have a dragon.."
"Igris is with him. I sent them the moment we set foot in Hell, scouting, mapping, finding a staging point. I didn't intend to fight here from the start…"
A faint, dangerous smile touched his lips.
"…but I'm done pretending these things deserve conversation."
John stared at him.
"You did all that behind our backs?"
Arthur didn't deny it.
"Go," he said simply.
"Unless you'd rather fight all three of them instead of me."
A beat.
John clicked his tongue.
"Yeah. Not in the mood to get jumped by a demon committee."
He grabbed Kara's wrist gently but firmly.
"Come on, Supergirl. Let the lord of horrors do his thing."
Zatanna hesitated only a second before following, glancing back at Arthur with concern.
They vanished in a flash of Constantine's magic.
The chamber fell silent again.
Then Beelzebub lunged.
A blur of chitin and claw, wings snapping as he carved through the air toward Arthur's throat. His talons came down in a murderous arc.
Arthur pivoted, parrying with the spear's shaft.
Metal screamed.
He stepped inside Beelzebub's guard and kicked him square in the face.
The impact snapped the demon's head sideways.
Before Beelzebub could recover, Arthur's eyes flared.
Ruler's Authority.
Invisible force seized the demon midair and slammed him into a pillar hard enough to crater stone.
Arthur hurled his spear.
Thanatos Bronte pierced through Beelzebub's torso and pinned him to the pillar behind, lightning detonating outward. The pillar cracked, collapsed, and thunder roared through the chamber.
Smoke curled.
Debris fell.
Arthur recalled the spear with a flick of his fingers. It tore free, returning to his hand.
Only one throne remained untouched.
The First of the Fallen still sat.
Applauding.
Slowly, almost mocking.
"A capable combatant," he murmured, rising at last. His red eyes glowed brighter, ancient power rolling off him in waves. "And a shame we had to disagree."
He stepped forward.
Arthur turned fully to him, lightning crawling along his spear.
"A shame indeed," Arthur replied quietly.
His voice lowered,
"That I'll have to kill a fallen angel."
His eyes burned violet.
"Death is impartial," he continued, tone calm.
"It comes for kings, gods, monsters… and angels alike."
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Whether your fall was in Heaven… or whether it happens today."
The First of the Fallen smiled back, the illusion of frailty burned away from him
His form became aller, broader, crowned by vast demonic wings veined with ember-red light. Power radiated from him in crushing waves.
His gaze locked onto Arthur, sharp and menacing.
"Unlike the others," he said smoothly, voice layered with echoes,
"I know what you are, Monarch of Shadows."
The chamber trembled.
"I know of the vermin that slither in darkness at your command.
I know Trigon fell by your hand in captivity.
I know countless others share his fate."
A faint, dangerous smile curved his lips.
"I know one of your shadows is even now clashing with Belial's foolish son… and I know you scattered your spies throughout my keep."
Arthur's violet eyes gleamed, unfazed.
"And that," he replied calmly,
"was my whole point."
A faint smirk.
"You were full of shit."
The First's expression cooled.
Then he vanished.
The air shattered as he crossed the distance in an instant, fist already swinging, wrapped in hellfire and wrath.
Arthur braced.
Their collision cracked the floor like a bomb.
BOOM.
Shockwaves rippled outward, obliterating pillars, tearing banners from the walls, pulverizing stone into screaming dust.
Arthur slid back a step, boots carving grooves into marble.
Lightning exploded along his spear as he countered, spinning Thanatos Bronte in a lethal arc.
The First twisted midair, wings snapping open, avoiding the blade by inches. He retaliated with a backhand wreathed in crimson energy.
Arthur caught it with the shaft of his spear.
Their eyes met at arm's length.
Power screamed between them.
Arthur twisted his hips, driving a knee into the Fallen's ribs.
The Fallen grunted, retaliating with a headbutt that sent Arthur flying through a collapsing wall.
Stone shattered.
They burst outside the keep.
The sky of Hell yawned before them red storms, spiraling clouds, rivers of fire far below.
They didn't fall.
They fought in midair.
Arthur twisted through the air, shadows surging from him, lightning roaring from his spear as he hurled it.
The Fallen snapped his fingers.
A wall of infernal sigils manifested, the spear detonating against it in a thunderous bloom.
He surged forward, wings beating once closing the distance instantly.
They clashed again.
Fist to spear.
Hellfire to lightning.
Each impact split the sky.
Arthur grabbed the Fallen's wrist mid-strike, yanking him closer and slamming his forehead into his face.
The Fallen snarled, kneeing Arthur in the gut before hurling him downward.
Arthur twisted mid-fall, flipping and launching back upward, spear crackling.
They collided again, spinning through the air in a storm of fire and shadow.
Behind them.
The keep was starting to collapse.
Towers caved in. Walls imploded. Entire sections crumbled into infernal rubble.
Far away.
Kamish tore through Hell's skies, colossal wings beating against burning winds.
John clung to one of the dragon's ridges, squinting into the distance.
Kara stared.
Far on the horizon, two figures collided again and again explosions flashing like distant stars.
"…Is that what he actually looks like?" she muttered.
John snorted.
"Yeah. Did you honestly think he was just some bloke with a nice suit? That thing is The Devil."
Kara's jaw tightened.
"I should go back."
Igris, standing firm atop Kamish's back, raised a hand calmly.
"My liege's orders are to escort you to a certain place," he said evenly.
"Forgive me, my Queen. But I cannot allow you to return."
Zatanna exhaled.
"Arthur would not like that. Especially if you rushed back into that."
Kara groaned under her breath.
"Damn it… he's always like this."
John glanced back at the distant clash, watching shockwaves ripple across Hell's horizon.
"Leave him," he muttered. "Bloke can handle himself. Honestly? He scares the hell out of me now."
Kara stared.
Arthur and the Fallen collided again, trading blows that lit the sky.
Her jaw set.
Wind tore at her hair as she leaned forward.
Then
Her eyes flared red.
A beam of heat vision lanced across Hell.
It struck the First of the Fallen square in the face.
The impact blasted him sideways through a spiral of fire.
Arthur turned mid-combat, catching sight of Kamish in the distance.
Kara hovered on his back, hair whipping wildly in the infernal wind.
Arthur smiled.
He lifted a hand.
A casual thumbs up.
Kara rolled her eyes, but smiled back before Kamish surged onward.
The First of the Fallen roared in fury, snapping his head toward them, raising his hand to strike..
Arthur seized his wrist mid-motion.
"No you won't," Arthur said quietly.
He yanked the Fallen forward, dragging him straight toward the crackling tip of Thanatos Bronte.
Lightning screamed.
The Fallen twisted free at the last second, wings flaring as he barely avoided impalement.
He glared at Arthur with burning hatred.
Arthur leveled his spear, shadows writhing behind him.
"Focus, my dear fallen angel." Arthur said coldly.
"For this is between you, and death."
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