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Lightning threaded with violet crawled across the burning clouds, warping reality itself as two titans carved through the hellish air.
The First of the Fallen hovered unsteadily now.
His once-pristine composure had cracked, breath heavier, wings tattered, red eyes burning with both fury and fatigue. Cracks webbed across his form like fractures, leaking hellfire where angelic divinity once lingered.
And across from him…
Arthur changed.
Shadow surged around his body.
The armor he wore twisted, plates shifting into something more sinister.
Still regal.
Still knightly.
But the Black shadow metal folded into jagged, demonic contours, horn-like crests curved backward from his helm, sleek and sharp, crowned with faint violet sigils that pulsed. Shadows flowed off him like smoke, coiling into spiked pauldrons and a tattered mantle.
His eyes, no longer human narrowed into predatory slits of burning violet.
A demon and a reaper's gaze.
Power rolled off him in crushing waves.
The First of the Fallen stared, a strained, breathless laugh escaping him.
"…So," he rasped, wings twitching, "now you are the demon here."
Arthur tilted his head slightly.
Behind the helm, his voice rolled out deeper, layered almost inhuman.
"Oh, please," he replied calmly.
"We are not the same."
Then he vanished.
The air snapped as Arthur reappeared in front of him, Thanatos Bronte already mid-swing.
The spear carved a crescent of death through the sky.
The Fallen barely raised his arm in time. The impact detonated outward, shockwaves pulverizing clouds and tearing apart floating ruins.
Arthur didn't let up.
He pummeled him.
A brutal rhythm of motion.
a kick that folded space,
a punch that cracked divine bone,
a spear thrust that split the air.
Arthur moved with impossible speed, every strike merciless and brutal.
The Fallen lashed back with claws of hellfire, his strength still monstrous. One blow almost caught Arthur.
"Your strength is impressive," Arthur observed coldly as he surged forward again,
He appeared above the Fallen, spear crackling with Death-Bound Lightning.
Thanatos Bronte came down like a guillotine.
The First of the Fallen threw his wings wide, trying to retreat.
Too slow.
The spear cleaved through one wing in a burst of violet lightning.
A howl ripped from the Fallen's throat.
Arthur twisted midair and ripped through the other wing with a savage follow-up strike, severing it cleanly.
The Fallen staggered, trying to regenerate..
but the wound refused to heal.
Arthur seized him by the throat with one hand and slammed him through the sky, hurling him into a distant rock formation.
The impact obliterated the hellish mountainside.
Arthur blurred after him, appearing through the smoke and dust, spear already driving forward.
Blow after blow.
Strike after strike.
A relentless storm of violence.
"You relied too heavily on your demonic magic, thinking I would succumb to it." Arthur said as he battered him across the inferno.
"On contracts. On souls. On tricks."
He drove a knee into the Fallen's abdomen, folding him.
"Against me.."
Arthur twisted, spinning Thanatos Bronte and smashing the butt of the spear into his jaw.
"...you needed pure power."
Far away, another battlefield trembled.
H'El tightened his grip around Belial's throat, shadowed fingers digging into his flesh.
Belial struggled, claws scraping uselessly against the Kryptonian shadow's arm.
Then
A pressure washed over them.
Something absolute.
H'El's eyes narrowed.
"…My King," he muttered under his breath.
Even he, born of shadow felt it.
Fear.
Belial felt it too.
His struggling slowed.
His eyes widened, pupils shrinking as the overwhelming presence crushed down on his senses.
'That pressure…'
His thoughts spiraled.
'What is this…?'
'This feeling… it's familiar…'
Memories flickered.
'The Morningstar..'
Ancient terror.
Belial swallowed, voice trembling.
"…I must flee," he whispered to himself.
For the first time in centuries. the demon felt the instinct of prey.
Back in the sky, Arthur hurled the First of the Fallen downward.
The demon crashed into the infernal earth, carving a canyon through molten stone.
Arthur descended slowly, shadows spiraling around him like a storm.
The Fallen forced himself upright, blood, burning, running down his chin. Then he roared, summoning every shred of remaining strength..
The demon had once ruled Hell.
But now..
He was fighting Death itself.
Belial, however, was slammed into the ground like a meteor.
H'El descended after him in a blur of shadowed speed, his cape of darkness flaring behind him. Before Belial could rise, H'El drove a brutal punch into his chest hard enough to crater the terrain beneath them.
The demon coughed fire.
H'El exhaled.
A torrent of Kryptonian frost-breath, warped by shadow, erupted from his lungs freezing hellfire mid-burn, crawling over Belial's limbs and torso.
Belial snarled, struggling, muscles bulging beneath the encasing frost.
"Cursed… shadow!"
He smashed a fist into the ground.
Flames tore open, forming a burning gate. Belial wrenched free from the ice with a violent surge of power, shards of frozen hellfire exploding outward.
He leapt backward, vanishing into the portal.
In his place
Demons poured out.
Twisted, rabid.
H'El didn't even flinch.
A blur of heat vision carved through the first wave. A sonic shockwave from his breath pulverized another cluster. His fists tore through the rest with ruthless efficiency, shadows trailing every strike like afterimages of death.
Within seconds, the demons were nothing but drifting ash.
Silence followed.
H'El hovered there, shoulders rising once.
"…I failed you, my Monarch," he said quietly. "The demon escaped."
A voice answered him.
'No, you didn't. Regroup with the others, H'El. I'll take it from here.'
H'El lowered his head slightly.
"Very well, my King."
Then he vanished.
Elsewhere, the First of the Fallen lay embedded in shattered terrain, breathing heavily.
Every inhale sounded like broken bellows.
His once-imposing form was scorched, cracked, bleeding. His severed wings twitched uselessly, unable to regenerate under the lingering curse of Arthur's weapon.
He slammed a fist into the ground.
"Not again...Damn it all…" he rasped bitterly. "If only I had my full power…"
The air shifted.
Arthur landed beside him.
Silent.
He drove Thanatos Bronte straight through the Fallen's back, impaling him to the earth in a burst of violet lightning.
The Fallen snarled in pain, but didn't scream.
Arthur's demonic armor loomed over him, horned and regal, shadows writhing.
"Stay down," Arthur said coldly.
The Fallen coughed, laughing weakly.
"…You are thorough, Monarch of Shadows."
Arthur looked down at him, eyes glowing with predatory violet.
"Belial fled," Arthur said evenly. "Beelzebub is dead. That leaves only you."
He tilted his head slightly.
"And here is my decision."
The Fallen narrowed his eyes, wary.
Arthur continued, voice calm and merciless.
"I would rather not kill you."
The Fallen blinked in surprise.
Arthur went on.
"Killing demons lesser or not carries no consequence. They are expendable. Replaceable. Forgotten."
His gaze hardened.
"But you are not."
He stepped closer, looming.
"You are The Satan. The first fallen angel. The devil before Lucifer. Significantly weaker than him now, yes. but still a being Heaven chose to banish, not erase."
Arthur's eyes narrowed.
"If I kill you, I risk angels appearing. Michael and Heaven's attention is not something I desire right now. There will be another war."
A pause.
"So here is the better option."
Arthur lowered himself on one knee, leveling his gaze with the Fallen.
"You will keep your life, and you will serve me. Much like you once served Lucifer. You will remain a Lord of Hell, respected, feared, intact."
The Fallen stared at him, breathing ragged.
Arthur's voice dropped, colder.
"I will help my friend, and my shadows will bring order to this realm. When Hell is stabilized, I will leave it under new management, and ensure its filth does not spill onto Earth. That is my true goal."
Silence.
Then the Fallen chuckled darkly.
"…You seem to know far too much about us," he muttered.
Arthur said nothing.
The Fallen's pride warred with reality.
Humiliation burned in his eyes.
But defeat was undeniable.
Slowly… begrudgingly… he inclined his head.
Arthur pulled Thanatos Bronte from his back in a crackle of lightning.
"Your wounds will heal," Arthur said, almost mockingly. "You have all the time in existence. You are immortal, after all."
The Fallen grimaced.
"This is my curse," he growled.
"To be the first to betray Him…
To be humiliated by Samael…
And centuries later… by you."
Arthur turned away without a word.
The Fallen clenched his jaw, then muttered something in a demonic tongue.
A sigil burned into the air before dissolving into him.
"I will step away from this conflict until Order is restored," he declared.
"My word is absolute."
Arthur glanced back slightly.
"Your word?" he echoed coolly.
The Fallen smirked bitterly.
"I have gambled every soul in my possession, millennia of collection. If I break my vow… I lose them all."
Arthur smiled.
"Very well," he said.
He turned fully toward the Fallen.
"Then you have my word in return."
Shadows stirred at his feet.
"My domain and my shadows will not trespass upon your territories, holdings, or dominion. You will remain untouched."
The Fallen studied him, red eyes burning.
"…A lord of death who bargains instead of annihilating," he muttered. "How ironic."
Arthur walked away.
Behind him, the First of the Fallen watched in silence.
a defeated Devil
bowing to Death.
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