If Arlo had a choice, he wouldn't want to fight against the demonic angel, especially one residing in the highest palace of hell. But his recent encounter with Azathan in hell had made him realize one thing: he still wanted to live.
Arlo tightened his grip on the ornamental sword handle in his hand, watching how Azathan stood nervously before him. He knew exactly what made the demon hesitate. Yet, it did nothing to diminish its immense power.
While the angel still stood hesitating, Arlo launched his attack. He drew his sword just as Azathan moved with the speed of light to a corner of the room. His broad wings collided with picture frames and paintings on the walls, causing them to crash, shatter, and scatter.
But his hesitation ended there. As Arlo suspected, the cramped space filled with furniture did nothing to diminish his immense power. In the next moment, Azathan was already on the offensive.
The demon advanced towards him, thrusting his large sword until it pierced the bedside lamp behind Arlo. The object melted and exploded instantly under his blade. What terrified Arlo the most was knowing that Azathan had done it deliberately.
He dodged and evaded, rolling and leaping to avoid Azathan's blind onslaught. Grateful that the demon was so clumsy, unable to utilize his wings in such a cramped space.
Yet still, Azathan remained strong, remained dangerous. It was an understatement to call his power mere magic; it was more fitting to call it the marvel of a god.
But Arlo was agile and strong for a boy his age. He evaded so swiftly that he barely had time to breathe. Yet his mind raced even faster. He memorized and anticipated Azathan's movements, recalling every damage and choice of action the demon angel had made.
Arlo could feel his strength rapidly draining away. Now, he only had one chance. One chance to stay alive.
He rolled forward just as Azathan thrust his sword into the figure behind him. In the split second as the sword was pulled back to strike at him, Arlo thrust his decorative sword right into Azathan's heart.
The demon's body was as hard as a diamond. Its rib bones are even harder. Arlo gritted his teeth as silver-colored blood splattered towards him. Meanwhile, Azathan's roar caused everything around them to fall and shatter. The demonic angel's hands gripped both of Arlo's, then flung him into the corner of the room.
Arlo was drained of energy, sitting in the corner, feeling the throbbing pain at the back of his head from hitting the wall. Meanwhile, Azathan remained kneeling on the floor, pulling his sword out further, causing more silver blood to flow from his body.
"I SWEAR, BY HELL, THAT I WILL HUNT DOWN AND HURT EVERYONE YOU LOVE, ARLO!" shouted Azathan. "Especially her!"
Then, after saying that, the demonic angel vanished in a swirl of silver dust and smoke, leaving Arlo alone in his room.
For a moment, Arlo could only silently gaze at his room in chaotic ruins. The realization that he had defeated Azathan and understood the demonic angel's weakness slowly settled within him.
Azathan is weak against cheap iron, Arlo thought as he staggered to his feet. He began to pick up each damaged item, stacking them in a corner near the door.
As a shard of glass from the picture frame cut his fingertip, Arlo winced in pain. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside, and it slowly creaked open.
Arlo turned and found a palace servant girl standing there, visibly pale. Her hands trembled as she held a tray with a teapot and a bowl of fruit.
Aware that he was responsible for the mess, Arlo managed a smile. "Working hard, Jenny?" he greeted the servant. "Could you please help me tidy up my room?"
Though frightened, Jenny nodded obediently. However, the next person to enter his room wasn't as cooperative. A man stopped at the doorway, staring at Arlo with cold detachment.
He wore a dark blue robe adorned with an emblem of two crossed swords, both without hilts.
"Arlo, we need to talk," Kieran's voice, usually calm and gentle, now carried the darkness of a demon's wrath.
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