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Demon Ascension Wrath's Death
Tengzu, Cheena, Earth *** Viriel snorted at the sight of the melting Demon Lord. Zerath hissed and grimaced in continuous pain that experienced his humanoid body. Smoke appeared all over his body, from his garments, from his exposed skin, and even from his face and scalp. “You thought…you..have..won?” Zerath spluttered. “Yeah. You are melting into liquid form and it’s a clear victory for me,” Viriel boasted. Zerath laughed forcibly and with difficulty. His voice now changed as the pollen acid was now eating his throat. Every time he laughed, somewhat a ball of phlegm obstructed his airways, gargling every time he spoke. Slowly, Viriel started to turn his back away from the defeated Demon showing no hint of mercy. Killing instantly the demon would be mercy. Making him suffer was not. He started to walk away. Suddenly, a thought struck him that made him stop. The Undead demons were still alive and breathing and continued to menace the area. He sensed it even a few blocks away. He
Demon Ascension Plans of Destruction
Tsi Luen City, Cheena, Earth *** Two figures perched on the highest roof deck of one of the tallest buildings of Tsi Luen. From afar, clusters of smoke wafted towards the overcast seen from the building’s standpoint. It was Tengzu’s aftermath hours after the skirmish. The place was dominated by authorities, police, and firefighter, collecting dead bodies, rescuing, prowling from the debris, evacuating survivors, and distinguishing fires. It was a mess. “What a waste,” Kragus snapped. “Zerath was cocky and he underestimated our enemies,” Belrag said. “We did not know that the Angel possessed Nebirus’ power. He could level the playing field by transforming into his true Demon form but he waited long enough and underestimated his opponent," Kragus recalled. Kragus did not expect Zerath to lose that easily. He witnessed the fight far away that Dreygo's senses could faintly reach. Most importantly even with the defeat, he had vital information about Viriel and Dreygo. He used Zerath t
Demon Ascension Seeking Judgment
Unknown location, Mountainous Area of Southern Continents, Earth *** Spluttering, Azakiel was adjusting to the new powers he had. His mind was almost conquered by darkness, an indescribable hunger had controlled him to succumb to evil. Every bit of power the Hell god had given him corrupted the purity he once had. Unfamiliar pain had been invading his body with unanticipated timings. The foreign power confused his thoughts with a lot of questions that he had never considered before. His thought process was now different, violence, anger, hatred, and all the negative emotions somewhat controlled his judgment. He lingered in the gloomy forest of the southern region of Earth, somewhat tropical. A region that lay between the horizontal territory of the Earth’s equator. He knew he had nowhere to go and he just waited for the first-ranking angel to come forth. He waited days for their arrival and he knew they were coming to pass judgment on him. Nethaniel had commanded him to return to
Demon Ascension Azakiel vs Nethaniel
Unknown Regions, Mountain Areas of Southern Continents, Earth *** "I have been waiting for this, Nethaniel!" The corrupted angel growled. He smiled as he saw the Angel of the first rank had answered his prayer. The corrupted angel was desperately waiting for his deliverance. "I know brother. You are in pain and confused. But you have sinned - treason, and the murder of innocent village people. Now it's time to pass judgment unto you." The first rank angel said. "I wonder how you would pass judgment on me, Nethaniel. I do not even see you kill a fellow angel." "Because I won't have to. If you'd surrender and be judged in the High Council courts and this will be over soon." "Over my dead body," The corrupted angel hissed. "So be it, then." The first rank angel had his fist closed. Without hesitation, Nethaniel attacked the third rank Angel at lightning speed. Appearing in front of Azakiel, the latter was not able to read his movements. Azakiel tried to leap backward to anticipate
Demon Ascension Trump Card
Waves of the deafening ringing of metal echoed as both swords collided with extreme force. Minute tremors trembled on the ground as the two beings displayed their swordsmanship skills. Nethaniel swung his sword almost without cease, giving Azakiel no air to breathe. "You become greedy for power, Azakiel. You have forgotten your oath to the Supreme!" The first rank angel said as to reach out to his opponent's conscience. "I did it for my life. Kragus is a misunderstood God and I believe he can change the future of the realms." "What he is aiming for is genocide." "A great sacrifice must be dealt with to achieve peace." With a series of combination strikes, Azakiel managed to block them but with extreme difficulty that caused him to falter down to the ground. Every force made by the first rank angel’s sword was too overwhelming for the corrupted angel and incomparable to his that every block he made, gave him immense pain in his forearm that wielded his sword. Moreover, the pain lo
Demon Ascension Portal Keepers
The vast scourge of forestation laid flat on a circular form. At the epicenter of it stood the first rank angel. In front of him was an emaciated figure that was half-dead, half-alive, gasping heavily for air. He was disfigured and with limited movements. The only movement he could exhibit was his chest rising and falling which synchronized with his breathing. “You have lost, Azakiel. It is time to deliver the final strike,” Nethaniel said coldly. Azakiel did not utter a word but only a faint sound of his weakening breathing. His eyes were semi-closed but still fixated on his executioner. The corrupted angel had exhausted every energy he had and his life hung in the balance between his inhalations and exhalations of air supporting his futile attempt of reviving. Two or three breaths if unpermitted would end his life instantly. Nethaniel sauntered casually towards the defeated angel, regaling upon the obliteration brought about by his explosion skill. His assessment was right, the e
Demon Ascension The Predicament
The Gate, Manuheim Capital, Heaven *** The Gate’s structure was the focal point of the capital. It paved the way for easier incoming souls’ ascension and better service to the new arrivals. Systems were in place to make the operations run independently and had supported by technological advancements. The Gate seemed to be a very majestic-looking airport, like on Earth, strewn with gold-plated walls and gold-patterned chandeliers that hung precariously above the circular vastness of this edifice. All of the angel guards had great respect for Nethaniel and they greeted him as he passed waves of sharply lined guards that heaved the place. They had prepared for the worse, and doubled the number of guards, right after the knowledge of the Hell god’s whereabouts. They feared another war was coming and their first line of defense was strengthening the Gate. As he stepped out of the structure, his face was greeted with a brightness that dominated the airspace. He gazed upon the beauty tha
Demon Ascension Test of Skills
Sheng Regions, Tsi Luen Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** Crash! Dreygo dove into a thick cluster of branches from large trees occupying the forest bed. Numerous twigs or branches snapped upon his descent and grazed slightly wounded Dreygo’s forearms while he covered his face. A great thud appeared as he landed against the loam soil, his feet sunken a bit. 'No pain. But not enough.' He watched over his previous projectile. He had jumped high almost above forty-foot-tall trees but it was not enough that he could recall his full jumping potential. Although, it was an improvement. ***************************** Demon Ethers = 356 souls Demon Lord = 200 souls Total = 556 souls ***************************** He felt a stinging pain on his forearms brought about by the branches but the pain receded immediately, his wounds healing at an increasing rate. As if the wounds became minor scratches. He saw his cold breath as he exhaled. The gloomy forest produced draught that caressed his face