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Away from Arthur and The first of the fallen, another battle roared, a ruin carved open in hell by clashing of two titans.
Belial tore through the air in a spiral of hellfire, his claws raking across H'El's chest with enough force to turn a mountain to dust. The blow hurled the shadow Kryptonian into the distance, smashing into the ground, pulverizing it into rubble.
Belial hovered there, breathing out slow, controlled flames.
"Stay down, pawn." he muttered darkly.
The smoke shifted..
H'El rose from the debris.
Fragments of darkness peeled off his form and reknit itself, his body, his face. Cracks from Belial's strike sealed, shadows flowing like liquid night into every fracture.
His eyes ignited cold and violet.
Belial's lips curled in frustration.
"I tore you apart," he snapped. "I reduced you to nothing."
H'El floated forward, posture straight.
"You merely destroyed a body," he replied calmly. "You cannot kill me wretched demon."
Belial attacked again.
His next assault was faster, crueler. Hellfire surged around his arm as he drove a spear of condensed infernal energy straight through H'El's torso, pinning him to the ground. The ground ruptured outward in a ring of flame and ash.
Belial pressed down, pouring more power into the attack until the shadow's upper body fractured and dispersed into writhing smoke.
"Again," Belial growled. "Dead."
For a heartbeat, there was only fire.
Then the shadows beneath Belial's feet moved.
They coiled upward like serpents, wrapping around his legs, his arms, his torso. H'El's form reassembled behind him, one hand clamping down on Belial's shoulder with bone-crushing strength.
Belial tore free with a snarl and spun, blasting H'El point-blank with a torrent of hellfire.
The flames consumed him.
They did not stop him.
H'El walked through the inferno, darkness swallowing the fire as it touched him. His voice remained even, untouched by strain.
"You have already destroyed my body in this way."
He struck.
A single punch sent Belial hurtling across the battlefield, carving a canyon through burning stone before he regained control midair.
Belial hovered, eyes narrowed, irritation and confusion was written all over his demonic features.
"Why," he hissed, "won't this cursed shadow stay down?"
He attacked again, but differently this time.
Chains of hellfire erupted from the air itself, binding H'El's limbs and compressing inward, attempting to crush him from all directions. Belial clenched his fist, tightening the infernal restraints until they screamed under their own pressure.
"Let's see you regenerate from being erased," Belial sneered.
H'El's body fractured.
Darkness burst outward.
For a moment, it seemed Belial had succeeded.
Then the chains began to darken.
Shadows crawled along them.
They shattered.
H'El reformed midair, his gaze locked onto Belial with cool focus.
Belial stared.
"Why isn't this working.." he muttered.
H'El tilted his head slightly.
"Easy, I simply.." he said, "adapt."
Belial roared and rushed forward, conjuring a massive infernal blade and swinging it in a wide arc meant to cleave H'El in half.
H'El did not dodge.
He leaned into the attack, allowed the blade to pass through him, and reconstituted instantly on the other side.
Then his eyes flared brighter.
Twin beams of heat vision erupted searing, concentrated and violent.
They carved across Belial's chest, burning his flesh. Belial roared, throwing up a barrier of hellfire, but H'El advanced relentlessly, cutting deeper, forcing him backward.
Before Belial could counter, H'El inhaled.
The air around them warped.
Then he exhaled.
A typhoon of compressed, freezing wind exploded outward, screaming across the battlefield. Hellfire flickered and guttered under the unnatural force as Belial was slammed backward, torn through layers of ruin by the sheer pressure of the blast.
He crashed into a crumbling tower, bringing it down in a cascade of debris.
Belial forced himself upright, rage simmering beneath his composure.
He looked at H'El still standing, still unbroken, still evolving.
Doubt flickered behind Belial's eyes.
'If his shadow spawns are this strong…' he thought grimly.
His gaze shifted, briefly, toward the distant battlefield where Arthur Blackwynd had slain Beelzebub.
'…Then no wonder he could kill a Demon Lord..'
'But he cannot possibly kill a fallen angel..'
Belial clenched his fists, hellfire roaring higher around him.
He stared at H'El with a thin, dangerous smile.
"So be it," he muttered. "If brute force won't end you… then I'll find another way."
H'El floated forward, aura deepening, shadows thickening at his feet like a living sea.
"You may try," he said evenly.
"And fail."
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Etrigan staggered through a crater of stone, his breath ragged, demonic blood sizzling where it struck the scorched ground.
Across from him stood Bellion.
A shadowed warrior angel.
His silhouette was wrong in a way that gnawed at the soul of a demon, wings shaped from condensed darkness, armor etched with faint, spectral violet light, and a blade that seemed to devour the glow of Hell itself. He moved with a disciplined, merciless calm and a lifetime of experience killing monsters and demons.
Etrigan wiped blood from his jaw, forcing a grin that didn't reach his eyes.
"By flame and rhyme, by Hell's own might," he rasped, trying to steady his stance, "this fight has grown a cursed blight…"
His gaze narrowed.
"Tell me, shade," he growled, voice rough, "what are you meant to be? Light or dark?"
Bellion did not answer.
He vanished.
The next instant, steel flashed.
Pain tore through Etrigan as Bellion's blade pierced straight through his shoulder, shadow-forged metal burning like a brand seared into both flesh and soul. Etrigan howled, a raw, furious sound, as Bellion twisted the blade and ripped it free, following up with a relentless series of strikes.
Every blow landed in a crushing force.
It rattled Etrigan's bones.
"Gah!" He staggered back, conjuring hellfire to keep distance, but Bellion cut through the flames as if they were mist, closing the gap.
Claw met blade.
Spell met shadow.
Etrigan was strong, terrifyingly so. but this thing would not fall. Each time Etrigan landed a decisive strike, Bellion recovered instantly, correcting, pressing harder.
Etrigan's grin cracked.
'This isn't a brawl,' he realized grimly. 'It's a trap.'
Bellion forced him back again, blade grazing his chest, Etrigan snarled and unleashed a burst of hellfire that tore the ground apart, buying himself a single precious second.
His mind raced.
'A fight I cannot win easily… perhaps not at all.'
His pride burned.
But survival mattered more.
"Another day, another scheme," he muttered darkly. "This round, it seems, I shall not gleam…"
He raised his hand, his energy swirling around him as he began to teleport away.
Then
Chains snapped into existence.
Not made of iron or fire.
The chains were binding his soul.
Translucent, ghostly chains erupted from the air, wrapping around his arms, his legs, his torso, binding him mid-cast and ripping him violently back to the ground. They burned on contact, searing his flesh and scalding his spirit.
Etrigan screamed.
"Agh! How clumsy of me… the contract!" He writhed, struggling against the bindings as they tightened, dragging him flat against the infernal stone. "I cannot believe this… cursed fate…!"
His eyes widened as realization struck.
"The rules…" he hissed, breath hitching. "If I fail to defeat it… then retreat is defeat…!"
He clenched his teeth, fury twisting his expression.
"Curse you…!" he spat, voice breaking with rage. "Damn you… damn your scheme…Shade!"
The chains locked him in place, invisible and absolute.
Bellion stepped forward, blade raised, its edge hovering inches from Etrigan's head.
Silent.
Then
A shadow blotted out the burning sky.
With a thunderous impact, Kamish, the shadow dragon, descended beside them, wings unfurling as embers scattered around his massive form.
From his back leapt familiar figures.
John Constantine hit the ground with a tired smirk.
Zatanna landed gracefully beside him.
Kara touched down with barely a sound.
And Igris stepped forward, his eyes surveying the scene.
Zatanna tilted her head, surveying the bound demon with a playful hum.
"Well," she said lightly, "my, my… this is an interesting picture."
Kara crossed her arms, looking at Etrigan with amusement.
"So… Etrigan already lost."
Etrigan bristled, straining against the chains.
"I am not defeated!" he snapped. "Merely delayed! Temporarily constrained!"
John snorted, lighting a cigarette with a flick of magic.
"Right," he said dryly. "And I'm the bloody Archangel Gabriel."
He nodded toward the burning chains. "Looks like you forgot the fine print on that little contract of yours, mate. Slippin', aren't ya?"
Etrigan scowled, baring his fangs.
"I was fooled!" he snarled. "Tricked by that cursed shadow!"
John raised a brow.
"Nah," he replied lazily. "That's not how it works, pal. And you know it."
Etrigan growled, then huffed bitterly.
"Now I must do his bidding," he muttered, eyes blazing. "Once it's done… I shall have my revenge."
John shook his head.
"Give it up, mate. There's bigger problems right now." His tone sharpened slightly. "The bloke you want dead? He's currently fighting the Triumvirate."
Etrigan froze.
"…What?"
John smirked.
"Yeah. That means papa Belial."
Etrigan's grin slowly returned, dark and sharp.
"More foolish than I expected," he murmured. "But if he slays Belial… that works in my favor."
Nearby, Igris spoke quietly with Bellion, their exchange brief and respectful.
Bellion turned toward Kara, lowering his blade.
"I shall take my leave," he said calmly. "The Monarch has assigned me another task."
Kara nodded, offering a small, approving smile.
"Oh yeah? Okay then. Be careful."
Bellion bowed, one knee dipping slightly.
"I shall, my Queen."
Zatanna blinked, then grinned teasingly.
"My Queen?" she echoed, amused. "Wow, Kara Zor-El. The shadows knights of your lover take orders from you too?"
Kara flushed.
"They just... respect me, okay? That's all!"
Zatanna chuckled.
"Sure, sure."
John glanced back at Etrigan, flicking ash from his cigarette.
"Come on, big guy," he said. "You'll play nice and be our ally for now. Otherwise, you'll just keep burning yourself alive on those chains, you know the rules."
He smirked.
"I'm sure Arthur will sort your leash out once we finish what we came here for."
Etrigan glared at them all, fury simmering under reluctant acceptance.
"Very well," he muttered darkly. "But mark my words…"
His gaze flicked toward the distant battlefield where Hell itself trembled under this war.
"…This is not over."
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