Deep in the underworld, where shadows twisted like living smoke and the air hung heavy with sulfur, Molik's lair echoed with distant howls. The demon stood before a tall mirror framed in twisted bone, admiring his reflection. He looked handsome as always—sharp jawline, flawless skin, dark hair falling perfectly, eyes that could charm mortals in a heartbeat. He turned side to side, running a hand through his hair, smiling smug at the beautiful monster staring back.
Then, without warning, a hand shot out from the mirror glass itself, grabbing his neck hard. Fingers dug in like iron claws, squeezing tight. Molik choked, eyes bulging in shock. Kia stepped through the mirror as if it were water, golden hair tousled, face twisted with cold anger. His wings folded tight against his back, armor shimmering a mix of heavenly white and dark shadows.
"I told you to back off," Kia growled, voice low and dangerous, grip tightening just enough to make Molik gasp. "You however seem to keep interfering. You sent succubi to seduce us, so that you could break a marriage oath, you bastard."
Molik clawed at the hand around his throat, face turning red, choking out angry words. "Where… are my succubi?"
As if in answer, their unconscious bodies were thrown across the room from the far shadows. They landed hard on the rough stone floor, naked and bruised, wings limp, skin marked with faint burns from heavenly light. Soft thuds echoed as they rolled to a stop.
Lia stepped out of the dark corner from where the succubi had been thrown, her silver hair loose, eyes hard with betrayal. "You used our pleasure addiction and naivety and weaponized it against us," she said, voice steady but laced with disgust. "That is so messed up."
Molik managed a strained smirk despite the chokehold. "I'm a demon," he rasped. "Everything about me is messed up."
Kia added force to his words, eyes blazing. "I've seen the destruction that will come if that love is not stopped. Now I have to end that relationship forcefully."
With a sudden shove, Kia threw Molik to the ground hard. The demon hit the stone with a grunt, rolling once before scrambling up. But Kia was already casting—hand raised, white chalk lines bursting from his fingers in glowing patterns. A circle formed around Molik, wide enough for him to move freely inside, etched with ancient sigils that pulsed bright and pure. It was a powerful seal meant to contain demons, angels, and anything giving off supernatural energy. Even deities were not exempt from this—although the more powerful ones could break free easily, the less powerful ones could break eventually but with a struggle. This seal was forever unless rubbed off by a human, an angel, or a deity, and a demon would burn when it came close to the seal from the outside.
Molik laughed at first when he tried to break out—normal, mocking, light-hearted as he pressed a hand against the invisible barrier. It sparked, pushing him back gentle but firm. The laugh turned angry quick, building into a furious roar as he pounded harder.
"You think this holds me forever, you feathered fuck?" Molik snarled, face twisting monstrous for a flash. "You can contain my body, but you can't contain my illusions! They're so lifelike, so physical—they'll do my work for me, twist every mind, fuck with every heart! Watch your backs, you heavenly pricks—my mission isn't done until it is done!"
He cursed louder, vulgar and raw. "I'll haunt your dreams, make you fuck shadows till you beg! Your precious queen will scream my name in terror, that general will choke on his own lust—I'll burn their worlds from inside, you pathetic arrow-slinging cunts!"
Kia crossed his arms, face stone. Lia stood beside him, silent but firm. They turned, stepping back into the mirror, vanishing like smoke into the glass.
Left alone, Molik roared in pure rage. He transformed wild—one after another into different powerful creatures. First a massive horned beast, claws raking at the barrier, sparks flying. Then a flaming giant, fists smashing down, heat waving useless. A winged serpent next, coils wrapping tight around the circle's edge, straining muscles bulging. Powerful forms shifted fast, roars shaking the lair, but the seal held firm—no crack, no give, sigils pulsing steady and bright.
Finally spent, he slumped, breathing heavy. Called to the unconscious succubi, voice shifting from soft coax to angry bark. "Wake up! Damn you all, wake the fuck up!"
No stir, no movement.
Molik conjured a seat inside the circle—a black stone throne rising smooth from the floor. He sat heavy on it, horns curling back, chest heaving. He wasn't that miffed though, not truly. A slow smile crept across his face. He had demons under him—loyal ones, hungry for chaos. They'd do anything in their power to complete his mission for him. Seal or no seal, the game went on.