Prologue: A battle between Devils

In the fiery depths of hell, a rebellion brewed, as the once-weakest devil dared to challenge Azrael, the formidable king of the underworld.

Despite Azrael's attempts to maintain his dominance, Sheon, the defiant proved to be a formidable adversary, pushing him to his limits. In a bid to secure his reign, Azrael resorted to underhanded tactics, summoning his loyal generals to aid him in the battle

The top three strongest devils against the "once weakest devil"

Against all odds, Sheon held his ground, fending off not just Azrael, but also his top generals. Their clash became legendary, etching its mark on the annals of hell's history.

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Metallic clashing sounds were heard with fiery sparks, proof of their heavy clash. The ones engaged in battle were fast and their figure, blurry.

"So tell me Azrael, how does it feel to be fighting against the once weakest devil while giving it your all and still losing?" Sheon one of the two engaged in battle, asked mockingly.

He has straight horns, metallic claws, red scales, a triangular tip tail, and a pair of bat wings. He has a weak golden-black aura enveloping his body, while Azrael, the king of hell, has almost similar features to Sheon, the only difference being that he's bigger and has a dark red aura.

~clank~

"Quiet You're still the weakest devil Sheon, I will never lose to you. Just look at you, I'm sure you have reached your limit and I still have a trump card to play." Azrael retorted, fighting back aggressively. Their last clash pushed them some meters away from each other. They each readied their metallic claws -which are stronger than Earth's strongest metal- and looked at each other.

Azrael's chamber, their current battlefield, is floored with red sand that had burnt in the flames of hell, it had no roof and the sky was filled with eternal darkness. The chamber was being lit up by several gigantic burning candles.

*He's right, I'm beat from fighting non-stop,I have to end this quickly.* Without hesitation, Sheon elevated in the air, and with a flap of his batwings, he closed the distance in a blink of an eye and started throwing attacks at Azrael which he dodge skillfully. Azrael finally struck back and their clash sent a strong wave of energy blowing away the nearby debris, but, despite the heavy wind none of the candles blew off.

Sheon too was pushed back and regained his balance after skidding some meters back.

"Quite pushing me away, will you?" Sheon yelled in annoyance which soon turned into a frown as he saw Azrael absorbing the energy of his two dead generals from where he was standing.

"Damn, bastard! How shameless can you be?" Sheon barked angrily at Azrael. His chance of winning had successfully been reduced to 2 percent or even less, but, he might have a chance if he used THAT.

"You are strong, I admit, so to win I have to be stronger, using any means necessary," Azrael grinned. As he absorbed the energy, he started elevating in the air, and his aura changed to a mixture of dark purple and black. He could feel all his energy and stamina returning, he was getting stronger, stronger than he had ever been.

"So that's the Damn trump card you were talking about huh?" Sheon had already calmed down, he couldn't get angry, he was dealing with the king of hell, and all devils are known to be deceptive, also considering that he only got this far from stealing the powers he had, Azrael's actions were completely justified, all he had to do was to survive... Somehow.

"How is it? Beautiful right?" Azrael was thrilled to see the look on Sheon's expression; he looked like he had lost any hope of winning the fight, that alone was satisfactory to Azrael.

'Sigh...I may not be able to win this fight without using that skill, but if it fails, I'll lose. Although it's just a cheap version of the original, with enough energy, I know it would deal enough damage to weaken him...but the problem is that I don't have that energy." Sheon looked at his hand and metallic claw. He then folded it into a gun using his claws, he pointed it at Azrael.

Azrael tilted his head to the side with a confused expression. He was about to think that Sheon was crazy, but considering that all the spells and magic he had been using had a very funny execution style and wasn't in any way related to a devil's power, he was forced to stay on guard.

A small golden-black aura started forming at the tip of Sheon's fingers, the aura kept enlarging, it was as big as a basketball before it suddenly stopped and started shrinking, the smaller it got, the brighter it became.

With a frown, Lucifer could already guess what Sheon was doing and he didn't like it.

'He is compressing all that energy, a very simple attack, but, it has a strange energy to it. If I don't dodge... It'll bad for me. I can't risk it, I'll have to stop him.' Lucifer immediately charged at Sheon with at the speed of light

"Heh," Sheon smirked, Azrael was fast, but to Sheon, he was way too slow to stop him. Just as Azrael was about three meters away from Sheon, everything slowed down, so much that Azrael's movement could be followed.

Sheon then lifted his gun-shaped claw with the laser beam and pointed it towards the space above them and released it.

Azrael looked up, only to find that Sheon had placed a "Reflect" mirror directly above him.

'Dammit!'

No matter how strong an attack is, it will always bounce off this strange mirror that never breaks doubling it's effects. As a sweat from Azrael's temple dropped to the ground, the beam of light bounced off the mirror came down towards Azrael at an unreal speed. It was a perfect execution; the timing, precision, and calculation was all perfect.

~pew~

"Dammit!" Azrael cursed as he felt slow to react, but luckily, he reacted just on time. He immediately formed a shield, quadrupled it and placed it above him, to defend against the attack. Normally, he wouldn't be able to do any of those within the short time he had, but he was able to, thanks to the powers of his generals and pushing himself to his limit.

~Boom!~

The chamber vibrated with Sheon watching closely, he knew that Azrael might withstand the attack since he absorbed the energy of his two dead generals, but somewhere deep down, he hoped Azrael would just die already.

Everywhere was covered with red dust caused by the explosion. As the sand began to settle, Sheon carefully observed, silently praying. A huge hole appeared where Azrael stood, but there was something else.

~Thud~ Sheon falls on his knees.

"Haaa... I knew it, that wasn't enough to take kill you, you bastard." Sheon said with a weak smirk. Indeed Azrael wasn't dead, he had his wings shielding him as he knelt in the middle of the huge hole.

"I lose." Sheon surrenders.