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Hell erupted into war.
John squinted at the fallen angel across the battlefield, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth.
"Azazel's got some nerve," he muttered to Zatanna. "Showing up like this after Arthur wiped the floor with the Triumvirate… He either knows something we don't, or he's suicidal."
Zatanna frowned, eyes glowing faintly as she scanned the infernal host.
"It does feel wrong to me as well," she whispered. "Too bold. Like he wants something specific to happen."
Before either could say more
Azazel raised one hand.
He didn't shout.
He simply signaled.
The demon army surged forward like a tsunami.
Claws, wings, fangs, infernal steel, thousands of hellspawn charging in a roaring tide.
Beru's mandibles clicked with savage glee.
"I SHALL PRESENT YOU THEIR ROTTING HEADS AT ONCE, MY KING!"
He vanished in a blur like a predator, carving into the demon horde, limbs flying, torsos torn apart, blood spraying in arcs.
Galatea shot forward next, fists leaving craters as she plowed through a pack of horned brutes, pulverizing skulls with bone-shattering strength.
Ultra streaked overhead like a violet comet, slamming through a winged legion midair, scattering bodies like broken dolls.
Doom simply charged.
The ground fractured beneath his steps as he seized a colossal demon by the throat and hammered it into the earth, cracking the battlefield.
H'El rose into the sky, cape of shadow snapping behind him.
A searing blast of heat vision sliced through a charging demon column, cutting them cleanly in half.
Then he inhaled
And unleashed a typhoon of frozen breath that flash-froze dozens of hellspawn mid-attack, leaving them brittle statues that shattered on impact.
Igris stepped forward with immaculate calm.
The Demon King Longsword flashed.
A blur of shadow, every strike from him was elegant and lethal, heads falling, bodies collapsing before they even realized they'd been cut.
The Shadow Giants advanced.
At their forefront, Surtr bigger than the others, towering and colossal, roared before bringing his massive fist down on a multi-headed behemoth.
The impact obliterated it.
A shockwave rippled outward, flinging demons through the air like ash.
The Heavenly Soldiers formed a radiant wedge, cutting into the infernal masses with merciless discipline, blades glowing with cold, divine corrupted light by shadow that burned the demons.
Zatanna and John joined the fray.
"Erif ym rewop!" Zatanna snapped, reversing a spell mid-battle, detonating a swarm of demons in a burst of warped magic.
John hurled a talisman, muttering under his breath,
"Right, lads.. back to hell with you… oh wait, we are in.."
A demonic brute lunged toward him
but never reached.
H'El intercepted, catching the demon by the skull and crushing it before it could land a blow.
"Focus," H'El said calmly, already moving to obliterate another threat.
John blinked.
"…Cheers, mate.."
Etrigan tore into a pack of demonic beasts, laughter burning like fire.
"COME THEN, FIENDS OF SCORCHED DOMAIN,
YOUR BLOOD SHALL FEED MY HELLISH FLAME!
BOUND OR NOT, I STILL SHALL SLAY..
YOUR SCREAMS WILL ECHO FAR AWAY!"
Azazel's gaze flicked toward him, lips curling.
"Fool," he called across the battlefield, voice smooth and disdainful. "So you've chained yourself to a new master? But you were waiting for the right moment to betray me, weren't you?"
Etrigan snarled mid-slay.
"BETRAYAL IS YOUR FAVORITE GAME..
BUT NOW I STAND AGAINST YOUR NAME!"
Kara dove into battle, smashing through a squad of armored demons, heat vision flaring as she vaporized a charging warbeast mid-leap.
"This is insane!" she shouted, ducking under a blade and countering with a devastating uppercut.
Zatanna exhaled sharply, eyes wide as she took in the scale of it all.
"It is..."
John grimaced, blasting a demon back with a sigil.
"Yeah. And apparently I'm the idiot who brought us here."
Then, quieter.
"…Worth it, though."
Through it all
Arthur did not move.
He hovered in the sky, arms crossed, cloak of shadow fluttering. His violet eyes locked onto a single figure.
Azazel.
The fallen angel had not joined the battle.
He simply watched.
Smiling.
Arthur's gaze narrowed.
"I like that he's straightforward," Arthur murmured calmly. "But something is amiss."
Kara hovered beside him, wiping blood, demonic, not hers from her cheek.
"Maybe he's just confident," she suggested. "Maybe he really thinks he can beat us."
Arthur didn't answer.
His eyes never left Azazel.
From across the battlefield, the fallen angel met his stare and his smile widened, slow and knowing.
Arthur's thoughts darkened.
'What are you planning exactly…?'
Azazel only chuckled under his breath.
The armies clashed below as ash stormed across the battlefield, mingling with hellfire and the shrieks of dying demons. The air itself ripped open by magic, shadow, kryptonian heat vision, and the crushing impact of titanic clashes.
Demons fell in droves.
Shadow Giants trampled legions beneath their feet, their colossal forms carving paths of annihilation through the demon ranks. At the heart of the battlefield, Beru slaughtered demons with savage delight, claws ripping, his mandibles flexing.
"For his glory… for my KING!"
He ripped a demon in half mid-charge, tossing the remains aside as if he was bored.
Beru glanced toward Igris.
For a brief moment, their eyes met.
No words were needed.
A shared understanding.
Beru clicked his mandibles once.
Igris inclined his head slightly.
They moved.
Together.
They carved a path through the demonic army.
Beru tore through demons like a guillotine, leaping, impaling, crushing, heads flying everywhere. Igris followed like a silent reaper, blade flickering, decapitating, disarming, dismembering with flawless form of an experienced Knight, a Knight bred for war.
Demons tried to swarm them.
They died for it.
In moments, they stood before Azazel.
The demon lord hovered calmly above the chaos, black wings unfurled, arms behind his back, as though merely observing a performance.
Beru struck first.
Claws erupted from beneath Azazel, surging upward, aiming to skewer him through the torso.
At the same time, Igris appeared at his side, sword flashing its edge sliding toward Azazel's neck in a perfect execution strike, blue lightning erupting from it.
Two flawless attacks.
Perfectly timed.
They passed through him.
Like mist.
The claws tore through empty air.
The sword sliced through nothing.
Beru froze, mandibles twitching in irritation.
"…What?"
Igris narrowed his eyes, sword humming as he pulled it back, scanning Azazel with confusion.
Azazel simply smiled.
A lazy, smile.
From afar, Arthur watched.
His arms remained crossed.
His expression calm despite what he just saw.
Violet eyes sharp.
He lifted two fingers slightly.
A silent command.
Beru was clearly annoyed from his failed attempt, but he nodded.
Igris gave a brief bow of acknowledgment.
They turned retreating seamlessly back into the fray, resuming their slaughter without another word.
Zatanna stared at Azazel, eyes narrowing.
"…That wasn't real.."
Constantine exhaled smoke.
"Projection. Glamour. Astral double. Pick your poison."
Arthur murmured under his breath, almost amused.
"I see now… although his presence saturates this battlefield… his body does not."
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Oh, Azazel…"
Then he vanished.
A shadow burst detonated behind him as he surged forward at blinding speed, space warping from the force of his acceleration.
Kara, mid-combat, crushed a demon skull with a punch and glanced up.
'Can Arthur even hurt him like this?' she wondered.
Azazel watched Arthur approach, still calm.
"This is merely a test," he said smoothly.
"To gauge what you are capable of, Lord of Shadows. You can't.."
Arthur stopped inches before him.
He simply raised his hand.
Violet light ignited in his eyes.
Shadows exploded outward, swirling around Azazel.
Azazel blinked,momentarily confused.
The shadows didn't harm him.
His confidence returned.
"See?" he scoffed.
"It's futile.."
Arthur's voice was cold.
"Now… I can find your physical form."
Azazel's eyes widened.
For the first time, something flickered across his composure.
Arthur closed his eyes.
And then
The shadows surged as a tide. a wave.
A flood of darkness erupted from Arthur, racing across the battlefield in every direction, sliding over corpses, crawling across shattered ground, climbing into the burning sky.
He became the epicenter of a living abyss.
John stared, wide-eyed.
"…What the hell is he doing?"
Even Kara paused mid-battle, eyes locked on Arthur as the shadows washed past her like a cold storm.
Azazel felt it.
A shiver crawled through him even as a projection.
His gaze snapped toward Arthur.
"This is enough," Azazel muttered, tension creeping into his tone.
"I already got what I came for. What you do with these lessers is of no concern to me."
His form began to fade.
Disperse.
Arthur opened his eyes.
"There you are."
His gaze snapped toward a distant point in Hell's burning horizon.
A slow, dangerous smile formed.
Then
BOOM.
He exploded forward in a comet of shadow, a spear forming in his grasp, violet lightning spiraling along its length as he accelerated toward his prey.
The Monarch of Shadows gave chase.
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