Lucifer sat, his blood-red glowing eyes staring into the corners of the hall. The hall was engulfed in an aura of dread, the walls built of eternal stone bleeding heavy shadows upon the black marble floor. He raised his finger slowly, his deep voice echoing like a flood:
Lucifer: "The time of the trial has come… I shall determine the battles."
A deadly silence reigned, even the breaths froze in the chests of those present, before Lucifer broke the stillness with his words:
"Ashura versus Astaroth."
"Lilith versus Baphomet."
"Erathos versus Oseiloth."
"Morfis versus Sitri."
Scene One: The Announcement of Battle
The grand hall shook as Lucifer struck the armrest of his throne with his fingers, a vortex of burning shadows spreading, then a massive gate opened behind the throne to reveal the infernal arena.
Lucifer rose, his dark wings covering the horizon, his voice resounding like an irrevocable judgment:
Lucifer:
"Let the duels begin… The first confrontation: Lilith versus Baphomet."
The voices of the generals rose.
Ashura burst into mad laughter as he struck his hand on the arm of his chair:
Ashura:
"Hahaha! This will be fun… the temptress against the cunning beast."
Astaroth, with his usual coldness, didn't even raise his head from his book:
Astaroth:
"An unbalanced fight."
Sitri waved his hand cheerfully:
Sitri:
"Come on, Lilith! I want a beautiful show."
Scene Two: Entering the Arena
The massive gate of the arena opened, and Lilith came out first.
Her long black hair flowed like tongues of dark flame, her red eyes gleamed like wine in a bloody chalice. Her body shimmered with hidden magic, every step she took cast a spark of crimson fire, as though the ground itself ignited beneath her feet.
She stood in the middle of the arena, a mocking smile decorating her lips.
Then Baphomet emerged.
His red hair fluttered in the infernal wind, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. But what truly distinguished him was the dense mist that accompanied him wherever he stepped, as if he carried with him the breath of rot and death.
He smiled with a twisted grin, his voice dripping with mockery:
Baphomet:
"Should I withdraw from the very start, Lilith? I wouldn't want your beautiful feet to get tired."
Lilith swiftly raised her hand, releasing a spark of fire that scorched the ground between them.
She looked at him with deadly coldness:
Lilith:
"Don't you ever speak to me like that again… your very existence is disgusting enough."
Baphomet laughed with a deep voice:
Baphomet:
"Hahaha."
Scene Three: The Beginning of the Battle
They stood in the middle of the arena.
The air was thick with magic; Baphomet's shadows and mist invaded the space, met by a fiery scent radiating from Lilith's body.
Lucifer raised his hand, then suddenly lowered it.
Lucifer:
"Begin."
In an instant, mist burst from Baphomet's body, covering half the arena, until the spectators could only see shadows moving within the darkness.
But Lilith did not retreat. She raised her right hand, a red flame igniting like embers, while her other hand released a wave of mysterious magic, a charm that slipped through the mist like whispers in the mind.
Lilith (in a husky, enchanting voice):
"Surrender… kneel before me, for you are nothing but a meaningless shadow."
The mist stopped for a moment.
Baphomet's eyes glowed, then he let out a low laugh.
Baphomet:
"Your magic is beautiful… but it is not enough."
He swung his sword in the air, unleashing a vortex of sharp mist like blades, cutting through the flying flames.
Scene Four: The First Clash
Lilith dashed forward, her steps swift like a deadly dance.
With every movement of her hand, a fireball erupted, tearing through the mist.
Lilith:
"I won't let you hide behind this filth… come out, and face me directly!"
Baphomet smirked slyly. Suddenly, his body split into three shadowy figures moving across the arena.
From all three shadows, his deep voice echoed:
Baphomet:
"Face to face? I refuse?"
A cold wind blew, the mist thickened further, and began to coil around Lilith's body, attempting to bind her.
But she did not falter.
She raised her arm high.
A massive pillar of fire exploded around her, turning the mist into evaporating ash. The three images vanished, leaving only the real Baphomet standing a few meters away, slowly clapping.
Baphomet (mocking):
"Well done… it seems your beauty isn't your only weapon."
Scene Five: The Audience Intervenes
From the viewing seats, comments erupted:
Ashura (laughing madly):
"Hahaha! This is fun—when will it be my turn!"
Astaroth (coldly):
"Baphomet isn't fighting seriously."
Sitri (with childlike excitement):
"Oh! Come on, Lilith! Burn him more, I want to smell him as he chars."
Erathos (with a rough voice):
"This is just a test… the real battle hasn't begun."
Meanwhile, Morfis held his head, whispering in fear.
Scene Six: The Battle Intensifies
Baphomet let out a booming laugh, then raised his hands.
Suddenly, walls of pitch-black mist rose, transforming into massive fangs encircling Lilith from every side.
Baphomet:
"Let's see if you can escape my cage."
Lilith leapt backward, but the fangs followed her.
She raised her hands, releasing a torrent of flames against the walls, but they absorbed the fire as if feeding on it.
Baphomet grinned slyly as he advanced:
Baphomet:
"Fire does not burn mist, it strengthens it. You've already lost."
But Lilith didn't retreat.
She closed her eyes, whispering:
Lilith:
"My power is not in fire alone…"
Her eyes snapped open, and a surge of enchantment burst from her body, no longer mere words or whispers, but a tidal wave of emotion that pierced the mist and struck Baphomet's mind itself.
Suddenly, he felt an odd heat in his chest, his heart racing unusually fast, his hand trembling slightly.
Lilith (soft, dangerously sweet voice):
"Kneel before me… you know you cannot kill me."
Baphomet froze for a moment.
His smirk twisted into confusion… then into loud laughter.
Baphomet:
"So close… so very close. You almost succeeded… if only I didn't enjoy this so much."
The mist tore apart suddenly, and his sword stormed toward her.
Scene Seven: The End
The sword clashed with the fire, an explosion shook the arena.
Lilith was thrown back, her body cloaked in smoke, but she landed on her feet with difficulty, her eyes still glowing with defiance.
Baphomet stepped forward, his power surging, everyone felt he could finish the fight now.
But suddenly… he stopped.
He smirked, raising his hands in surrender.
Baphomet:
"Enough… I've enjoyed myself enough."
Silence fell for a moment.
Then Ashura's laughter rang out:
Ashura:
"Hahaha! Did you really withdraw, you sly fox?"
Lilith (angrily):
"Your withdrawal is no victory for me… but it is a disgrace for you!"
Baphomet (smiling):
"Sometimes… disgrace tastes sweeter than victory."
Lucifer raised his hand, his voice decisive:
Lucifer:
"The winner… Lilith."
Scene Eight: After the Battle
Lilith returned to her seat with heavy steps, fire encircling her as a declaration of her victory.
Meanwhile, Baphomet sat smiling, as if he had lost nothing.
Astaroth (calmly):
"His withdrawal… is suspicious."
Sitri (laughing):
"Hahaha, he plays dirty games."
Erathos:
"He could have crushed her… but he withdrew. That proves he's not just a warrior… but a strategist."
Morfis (fearful):
"Sometimes… the fear you plant in others' hearts is greater than any victory."
Lucifer smiled from his throne, his dark gaze moving across his generals.
Lucifer:
"An entertaining match… but this was only the beginning. The next fight… will be far fiercer."
Narrator:
And thus, the first confrontation ended… not with a complete victory, nor with a clean loss, but with a new demonic game. Hell had witnessed only the beginning of bloodshed.