The origins of The Hell Flame PT.5

I pushed through the giant oak doors leading to the throne room. Inside was a man who didn't look much older than I was. He was adorned in gold and extravagant clothes. The light filtering through the windows bounced off his golden hair. He opened his emerald eyes and peered at me. "Does this mean that Jack is dead? Well that's disappointing but my sadness won't do anything. I suppose you're here for revenge against me. Well you killed my most powerful soldier so I suppose you can have an audience." The demon king raised his hand above his head. The air above him turned pitch black. The air around us was being sucked into the void. I couldn't breathe. Then in an instant the blackness collapsed into a small ball that floated into his hand. He then stood up pulling his body up and walking in a regal elegance. The orb floating around him morphed into a sword and he swung it with great speed causing a loud boom to spread through the air. I blocked with my sword but was also launched into the side wall. I fell to the ground, blood erupted from my mouth but I stood up. Then dropping my sword stood there waiting for the king. He walked forward slightly puzzled. His sword then morphed into a staff as he walked forward he jabbed the staff into my stomach however it never connected. As the staff was caught by my flames that were now boosted by both wrath and sloth. Adding pride to that and I was able to throw the staff from the king's hands. I then summoned a flame sword and attacked the unarmed king. But as I was about to attack an arrow shot past my head and flung into the wall. The orb flew back to Surtael and formed some gloves around his hands. With them he punched me in the face. I went flying again and thudded into a wall again. This time I summoned some spears and threw them at the king who in turn made a great shield. "That power it's familiar hah you got a demonic power I thought the dragons were still guarding that gate. Well I suppose I should take you seriously now."

He then held up both of his hands creating nine more orbs and then shrinking them down. They then hung above his head in an arc. He created five spears and five bows all shooting forward at me. I created a wall of flame and knocked the arrows down making an air wall by heating the air in front of me rapidly creating a violent up draft. I then activated the demonic armour and leapt forward to the other side of the room avoiding the volley of arrows. Jumping off the back wall I created a fire wheel to try to slice the king but he created another great shield and pulled it infront of him. I jumped off every surface I could jump so fast that everything was a blur. I summoned a sword slashing at the king but I was blacked every time I attacked relentlessly desperately looking for an opening. I wanted the opening so bad that my power was boosted by my immense greed. I wanted revenge and I would kill him. Until I activated one of my most powerful techniques. My hand morphed into the claw of the royal dragon emanating the power of all the dragons I had killed of the very blood pumping throughout my entire body.flames erupted from my back forming wings that boosted my speed elevating me to new speeds pushing me faster than anything until i slashed through the shield with my claw breaking past his defenses and shattering his magic. The king lay still for about ten seconds until he pushed himself up from the ground coughing blood and clutching his scratched arm. "Wow it's been eons since anyone has hit me like that and it's always a bore to use this form cuz it means I cant set foot in this realm for another hundred years but I might lose if i don't and that would be more annoying. I just want you to know that you may hate me for whatever it is that I did but I hate you too. You killed my best friend, the only one in all my lifetimes I have ever truly loved and for that you will pay dearly."

Suddenly the entire city was leveled by a blinding light that erupted from the king's body. We were the only ones left standing in the crater. The king's body had changed. His hair had turned black and a single horn stuck out of his head his eyes had changed to a pitch black colour. He was no longer standing but hovering in the air slightly. His legs had changed to black goat legs. His muscles were bigger and his arms were hanging down by the floor. He then charged at me, appearing right in front of me. He punched me causing me to fly across the flat terrain rolling and bouncing along the ground. When I stopped moving I tried to get back up but the king was already there he kicked me in the gut sending me flying into the air. At this point my demonic armour was gone and I couldn't think. I remember falling down to the figure falling so fast the wind cut my body. Until I wasn't falling. I hadn't hit the ground either. I was hovering in the air with wings that spread far out of my back.scales were forming around my hands and face until they had completely enveloped my body except from my head. In my hand was a longsword about the same length as a spear. However it was not heavy on the contrary it felt like it had been missing from my body all my life and now, now I was whole. In that moment I conjured my most powerful spell "Come forth all of my hatred come forth all of my rage. Feed on my desires and wield my sins as your blade. I call upon the power of Hell the most feared of the four plains. I open The Gate Of Hell!" fire circled around behind me opening to the same flaming world where I had obtained The Hell Flame. I stole all the fire from Hell, every fire, every lake of burning blood all collapsing into my hand. Then infusing it all into my new blade The air distorting and shimmering around me. The blade collapsed into a new black blade with flaming runes etched into the side. I dived down to the king and started relentlessly attacking him, pushing him back slicing and cutting until I couldn't feel my arms until the Demon king's guard dropped allowing me to thrust my blade through his heart making him drop to the ground. Blood erupted from his mouth but he remained conscious and spoke.