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Arthur and Abaddon clashed above The Pit of Masak Mavdil.
Abaddon was not a warrior, he was a calamity. A big, corrupted fallen angel-beast, he had no eyes, no skin, but it fought like a demonic doomsday.
He roared, a sound that split clouds of ash and sent shockwaves through the abyss.
Arthur surged forward to meet him.
His armor was a regal nightmare shadow-forged plating, violet energy pulsing between plates. His slit-like eyes burned with power and authority, and his spear was glowing with death-bound lightning.
Abaddon was relentless in its attacks.
A titanic claw tore through the air, ripping space apart as it descended.
Arthur vanished.
A flicker of shadows, then he reappeared above the beast, spear crashing downward in a spiraling arc. The impact rang and Abaddon reeled, wings snapping outward as he countered with a savage backhand.
Arthur crossed his arms, shadows forming a shield.
The blow launched him backward over the Pit.
For a moment, he drifted, silent and composed then he twisted mid-air, shadows detonating behind him as propulsion, launching him back like a black comet.
"You guard a prison," Arthur said coldly, closing the distance in a blink. "Why not become my soldier instead?"
He drove the spear forward.
Abaddon howled and clamped his claws around it and eldritch energy surged through it. The force rippled outward, cracking the air itself.
Arthur was surprised.
His shadows coiled around Abaddon's arm like chains, tightening, crushing. Violet lightning surged from the spearhead, crawling up the beast's limb.
Abaddon retaliated, biting.
Rows of jagged teeth snapped toward Arthur's head.
Arthur ducked, twisted, and slammed his knee into the creature's jaw with immeasurable force.
Bone cracked.
The beast reeled, blood spilling into the abyss below, evaporating before it could fall.
Arthur pressed the assault.
He spun, carving arcs of void through the air, each strike heavy enough to split mountains. Abaddon battered him with wings and claws, raw power against calculated annihilation. They spiraled above the Pit, exchanging blows that shook the foundations of Hell itself.
A claw clipped Arthur's side.
His armor almost fractured.
Shadows surged to repair it instantly.
His expression didn't change.
"What a beast," he muttered. "You're not exactly fragile."
Abaddon shrieked, slamming both fists together to crush him.
Arthur blurred.
He reappeared behind the beast and drove his spear straight through one of its wings, pinning it mid-flight. Death-bound lightning exploded outward.
Abaddon screamed in rage and agony and spun violently, tail and wings lashing.
Arthur ripped the spear free and flipped backward, eyes flashing.
For a fraction of a second, his gaze shifted.
Azazel.
The fallen angel had already turned to flee, wings flaring as he attempted to escape the chaos.
Arthur noticed.
He considered pursuing.
Then he sensed something else.
Another presence, a familiar one.
Arthur smiled faintly.
"Go," he murmured under his breath. "Make sure he won't get far."
He refocused on Abaddon.
Azazel streaked through the hellish sky, cursing under his breath.
"That shadow-damned human… occupied or not, I won't stay here to be torn apart... he is actually fighting that thing.."
He accelerated..
and flames erupted in front of him.
Etrigan materialized in a burst of hellfire, sword blazing, grin feral.
"Where dost thou flee, O fallen snake?
Thy borrowed might shall surely break!
This is my hour, my reckoning due
To end old debts… beginning with YOU!"
Azazel snarled. "Out of my way, Etrigan. You're not even worth my time."
"Not worth thy time?" Etrigan laughed, spinning his blade.
"Yet here I stand, and here you quake.
The one drunk on arrogance is thee"
Azazel's eyes burned. "You're no match for me, mongrel."
"Then come, bright fool, and test thy claim!
Let Hell itself remember this name!"
They clashed.
Azazel attacked first, conjuring burning lances of infernal light, hurling them in a storm.
Etrigan spun through them, slashing, flames curling around his limbs as he closed the gap in a blur.
Steel met hellfire.
Azazel drew a blade of condensed damnation, their weapons colliding in a shower of sparks. He struck fast, centuries of combat experience behind each movement.
Etrigan met him blow for blow, laughter echoing even as he fought.
"Strike and curse, fallen fiend,"
Azazel kicked him back and unleashed a torrent of dark flames.
Etrigan planted his feet, roaring as his own inferno surged outward, the two hellfires colliding violently.
"You were always a pawn," Azazel spat. "A dog chained to stronger masters."
Etrigan's eyes burned brighter.
"A dog perhaps, but teeth remain!
And now I snap at Satan's chain!"
He surged forward, slashing Azazel's wing, drawing a hiss of pain.
Azazel retaliated with a brutal elbow, sending Etrigan crashing through jagged rock.
Etrigan burst back out, laughing.
"Yes! Yes! Show thy wrath, fallen star!
Let Hell decide just who you are!"
Their battle spiraled away, fire and corruption tearing across the sky.
Back over the abyss, Arthur and Abaddon reached a fever pitch.
Abaddon gathered eldritch energy into his chest, preparing a cataclysmic roar.
Arthur moved first.
Shadows erupted from his back like a storm of spears, impaling the beast from multiple angles. He surged forward through them, driving his spear deep into Abaddon's sternum.
"Fall," Arthur commanded.
Violet lightning detonated inside the guardian.
Abaddon roared, convulsing, wings spasming as he began to lose altitude over the Pit.
Arthur twisted the spear, wrenching it free in a cascade of shadow.
Abaddon thrashed through the ashen sky wounded, enraged, yet far from finished. The corrupted fallen angel-beast twisted midair, broken wing twitching.
Its blind face tilted toward Arthur.
Then its chest swelled.
Reality warped around its throat.
Arthur narrowed his glowing violet eyes.
"How stubborn…"
Abaddon unleashed it.
A colossal eldritch blast tore from its maw an impossible fusion of infernal flame, divine rot, and screaming souls compressed into a single annihilating torrent. The beam distorted space itself, dragging echoes of damned voices with it as it surged forward.
Arthur raised both arms.
Shadows erupted, layering into a massive barrier, improved with Ruler's Authority as he tried to push the blast away.
The blast struck.
The impact shattered the sky.
A shockwave detonated outward, ripping through distant rock formations and sending fragments tumbling into the Pit. Arthur was hurled backward through the air before stabilizing, boots digging into nothingness.
His armor cracked.
Deep fractures spiderwebbed across the shadow plating, violet energy leaking.
He exhaled slowly.
"…Impressive."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"No wonder the demons fear you, and how you managed to guard this place."
Abaddon roared triumphantly and attacked again, claws ripping through the air, trying to finish what its blast had begun.
Arthur vanished.
A moment later, he reappeared beneath the beast, then he launched upward, spear blazing with death-bound lightning.
Abaddon swung.
Arthur slipped past the strike, twisting midair and driving the spear through one of its remaining wings, pinning it. Violet lightning exploded, ripping through.
The beast screamed raw, animalistic, devoid of reason.
There was no speech. No bargain.
Only hunger and wrath.
Arthur ripped the spear free and spun, slashing across its torso with a crescent of condensed shadow. Abaddon reeled, losing altitude, spiraling above the abyss.
Arthur surged after it, his presence crushing Abaddon's soul.
"You're not like the others," he muttered coldly. "No mind to reason with. No pride to exploit."
He raised his spear.
"Then I'll end you like a beast."
Abaddon gathered what little power it had left, maw splitting open again, but Arthur was faster.
He blurred.
In an instant, he was above the fallen guardian, shadows spiraling around him like a storm of blades.
He brought the spear down.
A single, perfect arc.
The spear cleaved through Abaddon's neck in a legendary, decisive strike shadow and lightning tearing through.
The head separated.
For a fraction of a second, Abaddon's body twitched in disbelief.
Then gravity claimed it.
The severed head fell first, tumbling silently into the abyss followed by the massive, broken body, damaged wings folding uselessly as it plummeted.
The Pit welcomed it with a chorus of distant screams.
Arthur hovered there, watching.
His eyes burned violet in the gloom, reflecting the endless fall.
He remained silent as the guardian vanished into the darkness of Masak Mavdil.
"… I had no choice but to kill this thing, and I didn't even claim it.. though I'm not sure it would work with a fallen angel." he said quietly to himself.
Not in regret.
In acceptance.
Somewhere in the distance, Etrigan's voice echoed faintly through battle and flame.
Arthur tightened his grip on his spear and slowly turned his gaze toward Etrigan's direction, he was getting irritated now because of one thing.
That Azazel was still breathing.
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