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The First of the Fallen spread his wings fully, vast, scorched, the illusion of civility in him burned away, leaving only what he truly was.
A primordial ruin wearing the memory of Heaven.
His eyes ignited, twin crimson.
The sky darkened around him.
Arthur watched calmly, lightning whispering along Thanatos Bronte.
"…Why is it," Arthur mused aloud, violet eyes narrowing,
"that fallen angels always look more demonic than actual demons?"
Belial grit his teeth, glancing at Beelzebub's corpse then at Arthur.
"He… he will regenerate, won't he?" Belial asked the Fallen tensely, voice lower now. "We are immortal after all.."
The First of the Fallen didn't look away from Arthur.
"No," he replied flatly.
Belial froze.
"…No?"
His gaze snapped back to Arthur, disbelief creeping in.
"You mean to say this human can truly.."
He didn't finish.
Because the shadows answered for Arthur.
Darkness surged from beneath his feet.
It climbed him.
Wrapped him.
Forged itself into form.
A regal armor of absolute shadow sealed over Arthur's body, sleek, knightly, sculpted like a monarch's warplate. Plates overlapped like flowing night. Jagged edges glowed faintly with violet light.
A mantle of shadow draped from his shoulders like a torn royal cape.
His ashen-white hair lifted in the infernal wind, framing a face lit by glowing violet eyes.
A Monarch of death dressed for war.
The battlefield stilled.
Then
From the shadows at Arthur's feet, another presence rose.
A tall, imposing figure emerged, A Shadow Kryptonian with long hair.
H'El.
He knelt immediately.
"My King."
Arthur didn't look away from the Fallen.
"Hold Belial," he said calmly.
"I'll deal with him shortly."
H'El inclined his head.
"As you command."
He vanished in a blur of shadow and reappeared before Belial, fist inches away from his face.
Belial snarled, hellfire igniting around his arms.
"Cursed shadow spawn!"
Their clash erupted instantly, hellfire colliding with cold, merciless strength of H'El.
Meanwhile
The First of the Fallen had his full attention to Arthur. "I can summon servants as well," he said softly.
His voice shifted.
Warped. turned ritualistic. he spoke in an ancient demonic tongue, syllables that tasted of contracts, damnation, and broken promises.
The air darkened even for hell standards.
Light tore open behind him.
From it drifted souls. Not demons or spirits.
Hollows.
Human shapes formed of pale, flickering essence, faces frozen in eternal anguish, eyes empty, mouths open in silent screams.
Chains of spectral contracts bound them to the Fallen's will.
Arthur watched them approach.
His expression didn't change.
"These are souls sold to you," Arthur said quietly, observing them with a colder gaze.
The Fallen's smile deepened.
"They belong to me," he replied. "By choice… or desperation."
The hollows surged forward, shrieking, reaching for Arthur.
Then stopped.
Midair.
Their hollow screams twisted into whimpers.
They trembled.
Recoiled.
Some collapsed to their knees, clutching their heads as if sensing something incomprehensible.
Arthur walked forward.
Unthreatened.
The souls parted instinctively as he passed through them, like mist.
He looked at the Fallen with faint amusement.
"Oh," Arthur said softly,
"Fallen angel…"
His voice dropped.
"You're really trying to attack Death…"
A thin smile.
"…with souls?"
The hollows shrieked again but this time in fear, not rage.
And the First of the Fallen's smile finally tightened, didn't waste time and attacked Arthur, they collided midair, their impacts ripping pressure waves through the hellish sky.
The Fallen twisted with supernatural grace, wings flaring wide. His body looked more like a nightmare now, veins glowing like molten lines beneath his skin.
Arthur parried a crushing blow that could have leveled a fortress. The impact still rattled through him, his guard holding, but only just. The Fallen smirked.
"You endure well," he murmured. "That alone makes you worth killing properly, then you'll serve me and your friends too."
Arthur rolled with the next strike, pivoting in close. His movements were fluid and lethal, no wasted motion. His fist slammed into the Fallen's ribs the blow cracked his bone.
The Fallen actually staggered.
A thin line of blood split his cheek.
For a moment, surprise flickered across his expression. He touched the blood with two fingers, eyes narrowing as he examined it.
"…How nostalgic," he said softly. "Only one has ever drawn my blood before."
Arthur's eyes glowed violet as he stepped forward, shadows rippling behind him.
"He sure did." Arthur replied coldly.
The Fallen laughed under his breath.
"So, you know of him. What am I saying, of course you do."
They crashed together again, fists, elbows, knees, wings. The fight became a brutal dance Arthur's precise, calculated brutality against the Fallen's overwhelming, ancient strength.
The Fallen swung a backhand charged with angelic might.
Arthur blocked.
The impact detonated like a bomb.
The shockwave vaporized a stretch of ruined spires in the distance, reducing them to drifting dust. The ground far below split open, lava and hellfire spilling through the fractures.
Arthur skidded backward through the air, boots carving twin trenches through a floating slab of black stone before he launched himself forward again.
Mid-charge, he spoke calmly.
"Your best chance against me," he said, "is whatever remains of your angelic strength. Your magic, demonic or otherwise is meaningless."
The Fallen snarled.
"Arrogant child."
He blurred forward, closing the distance in an instant, his strike aimed straight for Arthur's head.
Arthur weaved inside the blow and countered with a knee to the gut, then a spinning elbow to the jaw.
Crack.
The Fallen reeled back, wings flaring violently. His smile widened even as blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn… you," he muttered. "Human."
"Is that supposed to be degrading?" Arthur replied.
The Fallen exploded in motion.
A barrage of savage strikes hammered down each one capable of pulverizing mountains. Arthur blocked, redirected, absorbed, but the pressure mounted. One misstep, one delayed guard, and the Fallen's palm slammed through his defenses.
The blow shattered Arthur's shadow guard like glass.
The Fallen seized him by the throat midair, lifting him effortlessly.
Hellfire coiled around his arm.
"You underestimate me, Lord of Death." the Fallen hissed.
Arthur looked at him.
And smiled.
His body dissolved into shadow in the Fallen's grasp.
The grip closed on nothing.
The Fallen's eyes widened a fraction.
and Arthur materialized behind him in a burst of violet-black mist.
A heel drove into the Fallen's back with catastrophic force.
"Just a clone," Arthur said flatly.
The impact launched the Fallen forward like a meteor. He tore through a cluster of jagged hellstone pillars, reducing them to molten debris before flipping midair and stopping himself with a violent beat of his wings.
He hovered there, chest rising, blood dripping from multiple wounds now.
Healing slowly.
Arthur watched him carefully.
The Fallen's expression shifted as he observed his wounds, he was less amused now, more focused, more dangerous.
"Interesting," he murmured. "Your power is something new to me."
Arthur's gaze sharpened.
"I know this is not the limit of your strength," he replied. "Show me, what you can truly do."
The Fallen's eyes flashed.
"Then you shall drown in it."
Hellfire erupted around him, vast, violent, compressed into orbiting spheres of destructive force. With a flick of his hand, he hurled them forward through telekinetic control, bending their trajectories mid-flight.
Arthur lifted his hand.
Ruler's Authority seized the incoming storm, crushing, redirecting, forcing the hellfire to spiral away from him like repelled meteors. The redirected blasts detonated in the distance, annihilating chunks of Hell's landscape.
Arthur exhaled quietly.
His thoughts sharpened.
'Angels are troublesome, even if this is no longer considered one, there is some of that raw Angelic power left in him' he admitted inwardly. 'I don't know who might be worse, beings made of light or beings made of darkness like Antares…'
His eyes narrowed at the Fallen.
'This one can truly take punishment.'
The Fallen charged again, grin returning, feral and delighted.
"Go on, Lord of Death," he called. "Stretch your shadow as far as it can reach. It won't reach me."
Arthur stepped forward, his violet eyes glowing ever brighter, his aura deepening into something vast and oppressive.
"Gladly, Let's find out." he replied.
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