That son of a bitch that took so much from me, Evander. Just as I’m about to run at him, Beelzebub holds me back.
“Don’t be hasty Lilith,” he says, looking across the battlefield. Following the pack of mongrels, a flood of angels flow out and begin fighting back. I notice that Evander’s group is pushing their way through the horde with ease, slaughtering everything in their path, leaving a trail of splintered, bloody corpses in their wake.
Azrael swings his sword, a purple arch of fire is thrown into the horde, cutting through all the demons in its way. As it dissipates they all explode. Sending pieces of demons all over the battlefield.
“We know what they are capable of, but they have no idea what you are now capable of, so we need to use that to our advantage.”
“I want to go play with my new power and feel Evander’s still beating heart in my hands,” I grumble at Beelzebub, but I listen. With a pout, I hold off, as the sweet sights and sounds of death ring out, filling the air.
Then I hear it and sigh. Pleasure runs up my spine and I grin. “LILITH,” a growling voice screams out. It’s Evander.
“Lets go,” I shout to my Knights, unable to resist running through the demonic horde. I let my Knights go before me. Just then a flash of a brilliant white and an abyssal black collide over the battlefield.
Azrael and Beelzebub are attacking each other, delivering blow after blow, with neither giving an inch as Beelzebub’s control over the essence of evil begins to consume the battlefield.My Knights finally reach the pack and it’s as if a circle of death surrounds this battle.
Any angel or demon that gets too close to it is immediately destroyed as collateral.
Then I see him. He lunges at me. But something is different about him this time, I don’t sense any emotions coming from him. Nothing, not anger, rage, hate, fear, just a strange unsettling calmness, and his claws and fangs are an unusually bright white.
“I see you don’t have that little bitch with you,” I slyly remark; trying to get a rise out of him. He just continues attacking, doesn’t say a word and the calm air around him grows.
“Oh, did Daddy have to put your puppy down?” I laugh at him as I dodge his attacks, still getting no reaction. Then a fierce blow hits my stomach, causing me to drop to the ground.
Violently he grabs one of my horns, twisting my head up to look at him.
“No matter what you say, you and Beelzebub will die here today, by my hand, for what you did to Frida and Serafine,” he growls and the tone sends a shiver down my spine.
Fuck this shit. I’m done playing around.
Drawing my dagger, I slash at his arm. He lets go and I jump back, laughing. As I unleash my new power, screams emanate from the black and red mist flowing and swirling all around me. He is taken aback by this.
I lunge at him, slashing at his stomach and as I do this time I draw blood. It quickly heals, but now I get excited. I lunge again and he dodges and connects, digging his claws into me.
“That’s not going to work this time,” I hiss at him, grabbing his wrist, pulling the claws out. “You have no idea what you’re in for,” I giggle, vanishing. As I dash around him, slashing countless times, I have a sinister laugh the whole time.
He lets out a bellowing roar that fades and he drops to a knee. I drive my dagger into the top of his shoulder and pull him closer. “You should have joined me when I gave you the chance, but instead you chose that pathetic dead bitch,” I mock, twisting my blade, as he lets out a painful whine.
I look up and see that Azrael hit Beelzebub so hard, he is sent flying back, crashing into the obsidian mountain. Immediately, Azrael follows it up with an arch slash that impacts Beelzebub, driving him harder into the mountain side.
An explosion erupts, sending immense shards of obsidian to fall into the crater, burying him.
He then turns his attention to me and dives. Jumping back I try to avoid his attack, but his slash hits me in the chest, sending me crashing into the surrounding battles of angels and demons.
As he helps Evander up they nod at each other, then attack me together. Jumping to my feet I lick the blood from my dagger.
“That’s fine, I’ll kill both of you,” I shout with vengeful lust, as I flare out my wings and the flames emitted set the angels around me ablaze. As they writhe in agony, suddenly Jodohr, Agares and Abaddon appear at my side and quickly dispatch them. Jodohr and Agares intercept Evander and keep him occupied while Abaddon and I take Azrael on.
Our attacks seem to overwhelm him with how synchronizedwe are. “It looks like we are a little too much for him, Abaddon.” I laugh.
I rush him again, slashing over and over as clanging rings out from him deflecting my attacks or as they hit his armor. He deflects one of my attacks with such force my hands are thrown up over my head and he drives his sword into my gut.
“AUGH,” I scream out of reaction, but something is different. I don’t feel any pain.
Looking down I see the blade pushed deep into me, but the flames are pushing against the mist. Then the mist looks like it extinguishes the flame. Laughing hysterically, I grab the blade and pull it deeper into me, looking him in the eye.
“You have no idea what I’ve become,” I mock with a sinister gleeful tone. As the disbelief washes over his face, Abaddon drives her daggers under his armpits, where his armor is weak.
He screams out and falls to his knees.
