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Ash and embers spiraled through the abyssal sky as Azazel staggered backward, blood sizzling where Etrigan's infernal blade had grazed him.
The fallen angel's usual smug composure was fractured.
Not by Etrigan.
But by what he had just felt.
A pressure so monstrous, sovereign and absolute.
Azazel's eyes widened as a distant roar echoed through Hell, followed by a sudden, suffocating silence.
Abaddon's presence vanished.
Gone.
Dead.
His mind reeled.
'He managed to kill him…'
'He actually killed Abaddon…'
'That beast... warden of the Pit.. slain…?'
For the first time in centuries, fear clawed at Azazel's heart.
'This being… is too dangerous.'
'Was he sent by Lucifer? Or…worse? Perhaps Heaven..'
Steel clashed again as Etrigan lunged.
"Where slithers off the serpent proud?
Face me now, stand your ground!"
Azazel snapped back to reality, parrying with a snarl.
"Out of my way, mutt. This is beyond you."
Then
A violent crack split the air.
A spear, wrapped in violet lightning, pierced Azazel's torso before he could even register it.
He screamed as the impact hurled him back, pinning him momentarily to a rock formation.
Arthur descended from above like a falling star, cape of living darkness billowing.
He landed beside Etrigan with an impact, ground fracturing beneath his boots.
Calm. his voice rolled out colder. "You are not leaving, Azazel."
He stepped forward. "You will either submit… or die."
Azazel tore himself free with a roar, wings flaring wide, pride roaring louder than his fear.
"Not in a million years, Shadow Lord."
His grin twisted into something feral.
"If Hell must burn to end you.. then so be it."
He spread his arms.
And the world changed. Reality around them did.
The sky split open into writhing layers of flesh and darkness. Walls of pulsating eyes bloomed from the air itself. Maws tore open where stone had been, teeth gnashing in endless hunger. Veins of infernal energy crawled across the ground, and countless distorted faces screamed from within the environment.
Everything became Azazel.
The battlefield transformed into a living, eldritch nightmare.
A domain of corruption.
A realm where every surface breathed.
Every inch of it hungered.
Arthur turned slowly, taking in the spectacle with mild interest.
"…some sort of a domain expansion?" he muttered. "So that's your trick."
His gaze flicked over the writhing eyes and gnashing fangs.
"Quite theatrical. But what exactly do a thousand eyes and mouths accomplish?"
Azazel's voice echoed from everywhere at once, layered, warped, omnipresent.
"ARROGANT FOOL."
The walls screamed in unison.
"This is my dominion. My abyss. My throne of souls."
A dozen massive maws snapped in Arthur's direction.
"You are trapped within me, Lord of Death."
"I will devour your very soul… and with it, I will make Hell kneel, with me as its one true ruler!"
Etrigan braced himself, flames flaring brighter as the environment gnawed at his presence.
"Your pride shall be your noose,
Your boasts a self-made gallows' use!"
He turned to Arthur.
"If we tarry in this cursed domain,
Its weight shall grind us into pain!
He is no fool, the threat is real,"
Arthur glanced at him sideways.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Relax, Etrigan."
He lifted his spear slightly, shadows responding like a tide.
"I know Azazel's limits."
Azazel laughed, an echoing, multi-layered howl that came from a hundred throats.
"LIMITS? You dare speak of limits here?"
Eyes swiveled toward Arthur, unblinking.
"This is my realm. My control. My will."
"Do you feel it, Lord of Death? The fear? The inevitability?"
His voice distorted further.
"You may have crushed the Triumvirate, but they were fools. Insects. Beneath me."
Maws snapped closer.
"You are mine now."
"To consume. To break. To own."
Arthur exhaled slowly.
He looked around at the writhing hellscape, flesh, eyes, souls and screaming mouths, living walls.
Then he sighed.
"…This is going to be embarrassing."
Etrigan blinked, genuinely confused.
"Embarrassing? Speak plain, dark king"
What jest do you intend to bring?"
Azazel snarled, irritated.
"What do you mean?"
Arthur's violet eyes gleamed.
"You'll understand shortly."
Azazel's domain was like a living nightmare.
A thousand eyes stared.
Countless maws stretched wide, drooling infernal hunger.
Arthur stood calm to the point of insult.
He lifted one hand.
A small orb of condensed shadow formed in his palm, dense, and it contained something that felt deeper than just darkness.
Then he flicked it upward.
The orb shot into the sky at impossible speed, vanishing beyond the writhing canopy of Azazel's eldritch realm.
It did not explode nor did it tear reality.
It did not even ripple the environment.
Azazel laughed a layered, distorted chorus that echoed from every direction.
"What was that, Lord of Death?"
His voice slithered through the screaming walls.
"An attack? A plea? A joke?"
Eyes narrowed in mockery.
"It didn't even tickle me."
Etrigan glanced sideways at Arthur, brow furrowing.
"What spell was cast, what card was played?
Was this a strike, or just a masquerade?"
Arthur did not answer.
Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back, posture relaxed, gaze fixed on the warped sky. His violet eyes glowed with a cold focus.
Azazel did not waste the moment.
The domain attacked, everything did at the same time.
Thousands of fanged maws snapped open at once.
Barbed tongues lashed like whips.
Teeth crashed together like guillotines.
A storm of eldritch hunger surged toward Arthur and Etrigan.
Claws of reality itself tore through the air.
Etrigan raised his flames, bracing.
But Arthur
Arthur did not move.
The maws crashed into him.
Teeth closed around his shoulders, his arms, his throat.
Fangs raked across his armor.
Eyes screamed inches from his face.
Azazel's laughter deepened.
"YES! break, Lord of Shadows!
Scream! Struggle! Fade!"
But something was wrong.
Azazel felt it before he understood it.
There was no resistance.
No flesh being torn, no soul being consumed.
No presence at all.
The things devouring Arthur felt like they were biting smoke.
He attacked harder.
More maws.
More eyes.
More flesh.
Still
Nothing.
Azazel's laughter faltered.
"…What is going on…Where.."
His voice lost its certainty.
"…Where are you?"
The domain shuddered.
True fear crept into his tone.
The eyes around him darted, searching.
The mouths hesitated mid-snap.
A realization crawled up his spine like ice.
'This isn't real.'
'This… was never real.'
"NO.." he snarled, panic seeping through his pride. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"
The eldritch realm began to fracture.
Like shattered glass.
Reality peeled away.
All of that was an illusion and it collapsed.
The true battlefield returned.
A ruined stretch of Hell's sky, burning embers drifting in the air.
Arthur stood exactly where he had been before, untouched, unscathed.
In his hand rested the same shadow orb.
Except now…
Inside it writhed Azazel.
Miniaturized.
Distorted.
Still in his monstrous, eldritch form, but trapped, sealed, clawing uselessly at the inside of his prison.
His many eyes flared wide with terror.
His voices overlapped in panicked confusion.
Arthur regarded the orb with faint amusement.
"I'm sure he figured it out by now," he said calmly.
"…Unfortunately for him, it's far too late."
Etrigan stepped closer, peering at the imprisoned fallen angel.
A grin split his demonic face.
"Well struck, well played, dark king of night..
To lose so grandly is a pitiful sight."
He tilted his head, smirking at Azazel's writhing form.
"That, dear fallen, was quite the scene
A grand defeat, both sharp and mean."
The sealed orb hovered in Arthur's palm, Azazel's presence leaked through it in poisonous whispers.
Hatred. Spite. Mockery.
Even bound, he refused to be silent.
Etrigan The demon took a step forward and asked. "Dark Monarch, bearer of night,
A prize you hold of dreadful might.
That fallen fiend, in chains so tight
Grant him to me, to fuel my fight."
Arthur turned his head slowly. His eyes settled on Etrigan like twin abysses.
"Know your place, Etrigan," Arthur said calmly, the words heavy enough to crush defiance.
"I am not blind to your hunger. I know you would devour him to grow in power."
Etrigan's grin twitched but the usual bravado faltered. His claws flexed at his sides.
"For strength I hunger, that much is true,
Yet power shared could benefit you.
That angel's soul, so torn and scarred
A weapon rare, a potent card."
Arthur didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he turned away.
His gaze drifted beyond as if piercing through reality itself, down into the abyss, the pit of hell.
"I have a better idea," Arthur murmured.
He looked back at Etrigan.
"Follow me."
The command was not loud.
It did not need to be.
And then they vanished.
The Pit of Hell yawned before them.
Heat roared. Shadows twisted. Even gravity felt wrong here.
Arthur hovered above the edge, cape stirring in the infernal wind. The sealed orb floated beside him, trembling violently now, sensing what awaited.
Inside, Azazel's voice surged, no longer whispers, but raw fury.
Etrigan appeared beside Arthur in a burst of flame, his expression tight.
" Think wisely, King of Shadowed flame
That soul could serve a greater game."
Arthur didn't look at him.
His eyes were fixed on the abyss below.
"The greater game," Arthur repeated quietly.
"Is exactly why I won't let you have him or anyone else."
The orb shook violently.
A voice burst out from within, venom-laced and shaking with rage.
"You arrogant wretch! You think chains and shadows make you a god?! Release me, Lord of Death! Face me!, not a coward hiding behind seals!"
Arthur lifted his hand.
Then he closed his fingers.
And hurled the orb downward.
Azazel's curses erupted into a storm of hatred, his voice stretching, distorting as the Pit swallowed him.
"YOU WILL REGRET THIS! YOUR KINGDOM WILL BURN! I WILL..."
The darkness devoured him.
Silence followed.
Etrigan exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as if witnessing a tragedy written in fire.
Arthur watched the Pit for a moment longer.
Then he turned.
"There are fates worse than being used as fuel," he said quietly.
"Azazel doesn't deserve ascension. He deserves oblivion and he just received it."
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