Getting some distance, Bael reappears with a giant demonic hammer. I check on Achilles. He is struggling to get back up.
“It looks like he couldn’t handle even a single strike from me. I doubt you will do any better,” Bael snickers.
Before he can disappear again, Frida, Perseus, and Lucius attack him with a well coordinated assault. Driving him back, but unsuccessfully landing a single attack.
“PATHETIC!” he shouts as he smashes all of them with three consecutive swings, like he was toying with them.
Lunging at him he vanishes and my swipe hits nothing but air. “Ha-ha-ha I thought you would be better than this,” he laughs.
“Stop relying on sight,”Fenrir shouts. “Smell him, scent his blood, his aura, and attack the center of it.”
Okay let’s try something.
Closing my eyes I sharpen my other senses and I can not only smell him, but hear him as I can hear the air moving around the head of his hammer as it is swinging toward me.
Ducking, turning and punching at the middle of the scent, I connect with his stomach, instantly making him visible and throwing him back about ten feet.
“That’s impossible,” he coughs.
“So that’s it, you’re just a one trick pony, you useinvisibility to hide the fact that you’re just weak and pathetic,” I reply, striking a nerve.
“I’ll show you how weak I am,” he shouts, running at me. But in his anger he forgets to use his only advantage, and I dodge every attack with ease.
I watch as he becomes more and more desperate, as he wildly swings his hammer. Then he arches it at me and I grab it, slightly moving it aside, looking into his eyes.
“That will never cease to be funny, a demon that reeks of fear,” I laugh. “Now it’s my turn,” I bark, viciously attacking him slash after slash, shredding his flesh. As I continue, his screams ring out through Purgatory as the rest of the division joins me and we tear into him like a pack of wolves.
Ripping, biting, tearing and dismembering, until there is only a scattered mess of limbs and gore covering the ground.
Looking for Rathor I see he has almost made it back to Hell’s gate, but just as he reaches it he stops and turns around.
Like a flood, hordes of demons begin to pour from it. As Purgatory is quickly filled with demons, multiple roars and cries are heard from Hell. Then they appear, three Knights of Hell riding atop different Hell Beasts.
One is riding a Cerberus, another is astride a Leviathan, while the last one appears to have a gigantic five-headed water-like serpent that begins to spew fire from its middle head.
“That’s a fucking Hydra,” Perseus shouts with a quiver in his voice.
Then she appears. Lilith erupts from the gate, taking to the sky with an enormous smoldering, dragon-like creature. Instead of thick scales it seems to be covered in actual armorand the talons on its wings are equipped with long sinister looking blades.
“And that’s a Hellfire Drake,” Achilles says with a hint of concern in his voice.
“Listen to me, nobody engages Lilith or Rathor, leave them to me. All four of you work together to take out the Hell Beasts one at a time. Do not go at it alone,” I command. Looking back at them. “We can do this if we work together,” I confidently say, flaring my wings and taking flight.
Speeding toward Lilith I can hear the four of them devastating the horde as they carve through them.
Blazing fast I reach Lilith and smash the Drake in the head with my fist, hurling it towards the other Knights. It recovers and shoots a stream of what looks like lava towards me. As I dodge, flying around it, the Drake begins to follow me with it, causing the demons below us to melt and burst into flames upon contact.
“We came prepared this time. Evander, you and your mongrels won’t make it out of this alive,” Lilith laughs at me.
“You will be the one that dies here, Lilith,” I bark back.
Diving fast and hard toward the dragon, I hit its lower jaw so hard that I dislocate it. Flying around its neck I dig my claws in and inject my divinity into it as I push toward Lilith. Reaching her, she draws her dagger and slashes at me as we tumble from the sky.
The wound on the Drake’s neck begins to disintegrate as its head falls, separating from its body that we are still fighting on.
Grabbing the dagger as she swings it at me, I pull it free from her hand. “Let’s see how well you survive this,” I shout,driving the dagger through her leg into the body of the dragon, pinning her to it.
Then I push off it hard which spins the dragon back down and her screams are immediately snuffed out by the sound of the beast’s body crashing to the ground with a horrendous thud.
