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Hell became a storm of impacts.
Arthur and the First of the Fallen tore through the infernal sky, shockwaves rippling outward with every collision. Lightning screamed from Thanatos Bronte, hellfire bled from fractured clouds, and the ruins of the fallen keep burned far below.
The Fallen twisted midair, wings snapping open as he slashed downward with his demonic claws.
Arthur pivoted, shadows curling around his arm as his Shadow Ring glowed bright voilet and black, darkness compressing, reshaping into solid shadow that caught the strike with a metallic shriek.
"You fight well," the Fallen said, voice filled with amusement.
"For a former Human."
Arthur smirked.
"And you are terrible for a former Angel."
Then the sky split.
Beelzebub burst upward from below, insectoid wings roaring, corrosive energy pulsed along his claws as he attacked Arthur.
At the same moment
Hellfire ignited behind Arthur.
Belial surged forward, body wreathed in blazing infernal flame, eyes burning with rage.
"Enough games," Belial snarled. "Bring him down!"
Three ancient powers converged on Arthur from different vectors.
A perfect kill formation.
Arthur exhaled once.
"I don't even need my shadows for this," he said quietly.
Then he vanished. And multiplied.
Three Arthurs flickered into existence midair, perfect shadow mimics, each crackling with lightning, each carrying the same killing intent.
Beelzebub slashed through one.
It shattered into smoke.
Belial burned another.
It unraveled like mist.
The First of the Fallen struck the third.
And his claws passed through empty darkness.
Arthur reappeared above them, spear spinning, lightning spiraling into a roaring vortex.
"Ruler's Authority."
The space around Beelzebub collapsed.
Invisible pressure seized the demon lord and hurled him downward like a meteor. Arthur followed instantly, flashing past him and smashing the butt of Thanatos Bronte into his skull.
CRACK.
Beelzebub reeled, disoriented.
Arthur twisted midair and drove a knee into his thorax, launching him sideways through a pillar of crimson cloud.
Belial intercepted, hurling a storm of hellfire spears.
Arthur with his Shadow Ring, darkness folding around him, warping space as each spear curved uselessly past.
He attacked again.
Their clash detonated in a burst of fire and lightning.
Belial roared, grappling Arthur midair, flames crawling toward his throat like serpents.
The First of the Fallen appeared behind Arthur, palm glowing with sickly, crawling demonic sigils.
He struck. A creeping infection, corrosive and designed to rot even gods from within.
Arthur's body got affected for a split second.
Then the infection burned out.
Erased completely.
Rejected.
Arthur glanced back at him.
"Nice try."
He tore free of Belial's grip with raw force, flipped backward, and impaled the space between them with lightning that erupted outward like a thunderstorm.
Belial snarled, staggering back.
"So irritating," he hissed. "You act as though we are beneath you."
Arthur leveled his spear, shadows writhing like a crown behind him.
"I'm not acting," he replied calmly.
"You are beneath me."
Beelzebub hovered at a distance now, wings trembling faintly.
There was clear fear in his eyes.
"This is not what I thought he could do.." he clicked uneasily.
The First of the Fallen smiled wider.
"Good," he murmured. "It's been centuries since someone made me fight like this."
He surged forward again, wings blazing and Arthur met him head-on.
They traded blows faster than sound, Arthur's spear spinning in brutal arcs, the Fallen countering with claws, wings, and reality-bending strikes.
Arthur split into shadow clones again mid-exchange.
The Fallen tore through one.
Arthur appeared behind him, slamming the spear into his back and detonating lightning through his wings.
The Fallen roared, spinning and smashing Arthur through a bank of crimson clouds.
Arthur twisted, stabilized, and shot forward again like a comet.
Belial joined the fray from the side.
Beelzebub from above.
They collided in midair in a storm of fire, darkness, lightning, and hellfire.
The realm of Hell itself trembled.
Rifts opened in the sky.
Distant battlefields went silent for a moment as demons everywhere felt it.
Arthur laughed softly as he drove Belial away with a shockwave.
"Three against one," he said.
"And you still look worried."
Belial snarled.
The First of the Fallen grinned, eyes burning brighter.
"Not at all," he said.
"Let Hell witness this, how we welcome pretenders and those that do not know their place."
Arthur raised Thanatos Bronte, lightning roaring into a spiraling storm around him.
"Then watch closely," he replied coldly.
"Because this is what happens when demons mistake me for prey."
And Hell did watch.
It was impossible not to.
The sky itself had become a battlefield ripped open by thunder, infernal flame, and collapsing reality. Demons across very distant battlefronts paused mid-slaughter, gazes lifting as shockwaves rippled across the realm like the pulse of a god's heartbeat.
High above a mountain of writhing hellfire.
Arthur descended.
Beelzebub screeched, wings buzzing in panic as he tried to gain altitude.
Too late.
Arthur blurred.
The Shadow Monarch appeared above him, both hands gripping Thanatos Bronte as lightning coiled violently around the spear's shaft.
He drove it downward.
BOOM.
Arthur slammed Beelzebub into the infernal mountain below like a falling meteor.
The impact detonated the place.
Flames erupted outward in a towering inferno, molten rock shattered, and the mountain itself collapsed inward, erupting into a tidal wave of burning debris.
Demons miles away shielded their eyes as the shockwave rolled past.
Beelzebub lay embedded in the crater, chitin cracked, wings torn.
He tried to rise.
Arthur landed atop him with a back-breaking force.
Belial surged in first, hellfire spiraling around his arm as he hurled a blazing strike meant to tear Arthur in half.
The First of the Fallen attacked simultaneously from the opposite side, his physical blow was raw and destructive.
Arthur pivoted.
He blocked Belial's strike with the shaft of his spear.
The Fallen's fist connected.
The blow hurt.
Arthur felt it.
The impact ripped him sideways through the air, space cracking under the force.
Arthur twisted mid-flight, stabilizing with his own shadows, eyes narrowing.
"It seems like he is getting even more stronger.." Arthur muttered.
His Shadow Ring glowed.
And then darkness condensed.
Massive shadow chains erupted from the air, coiling around the First of the Fallen like colossal serpents, tightening with crushing force.
For moments, It held.
Then the Fallen flexed.
The chains shattered into drifting black dust.
"Amusing," the Fallen said dryly. "But insufficient."
Arthur had already moved.
That moment was enough.
He vanished reappearing above Beelzebub.
Both legs came down at super speed.
CRACK.
Arthur stomped into Beelzebub's back once again, the force snapping and pulverizing his demonic organs, and driving the demon deeper into the crater.
Beelzebub screamed, a wet, buzzing shriek of pain.
Arthur straightened and looked up.
His chest rose once.
Then he unleashed it.
[DRAGON'S FEAR]
Arthur roared.
It wasn't just a sound, it was pure dominance.
A thunderous, soul-crushing bellow ripped through the battlefield, echoing like the cry of an ancient apex predator.
Belial staggered back, clutching his head.
"What... what is this?!" he snarled, flames flickering erratically.
The First of the Fallen narrowed his eyes, wings twitching as even he felt the pressure grind against his will.
Beelzebub convulsed beneath Arthur, disoriented, terrified.
Arthur didn't hesitate.
Lightning surged through Thanatos Bronte.
One strike
A limb severed.
Another
A second arm torn free.
A third flash
A wing fell, sizzling as it hit the ground.
A fourth
The last limb cleanly severed.
All strikes were extremely fast, Beelzebub howled, a hellish, broken scream that echoed across Hell's skies.
Arthur stood over him, expression cold, eyes glowing an unblinking violet.
Beelzebub wheezed, mandibles trembling.
"What… what is this…" he rasped.
"I'm immortal… I regenerate… I can't die… so why.."
Arthur looked down at him without sympathy.
"My weapon," he said calmly, lightning crackling along the spear,
"bypasses your little blessings."
"Immortality. Regeneration. Divine protection."
His gaze hardened.
"None of it fully applies to me."
[DEATH-BOUND LIGHTNING]
Power surged.
Belial and the Fallen attacked at once, striking Arthur from both sides in a coordinated assault.
Hellfire scorched his side.
Ancient force slammed into his shoulder.
Arthur staggered, blood misting into the infernal air.
But even as they struck
He grabbed Beelzebub's massive fly-like head with one hand.
The demon's eyes widened.
Arthur swung.
Slash.
The spear of lightning severed the head cleanly.
Beelzebub's body spasmed once.
Then went still.
Arthur was hurled backward by the combined impact of the other two.
He spun through the air, landed lightly atop fractured stone, and straightened, blood trailing down his cheek.
Then he smiled.
Belial stared at Beelzebub's corpse, disbelief twisting his features.
"…He's dead," he muttered. "That's not possible…"
The First of the Fallen didn't even glance at the body.
His red eyes locked onto Arthur, narrowing as his form shifted, wings spreading wider, horns more pronounced, presence growing heavier.
More demonic.
Arthur rolled his shoulder, lightning gathering around his spear once more.
He met the Fallen's gaze, amused.
"Next," Arthur said softly.
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