Revelation I : he who desires
young Azazil walked into the giant colosseum with a red bladed sword. on the other side, his lifelong rival, Zaphrael emerged with a spear in hand and another stored on his back.
the ultimatum of the tournament was to be settled.
Azazil without a moments hesitation ran at lightning speed and clashed his sword with Zaphraels spear.
"hmph" Zaphrael scoffed and spread his wings and quickly flew behind Azazil and slammed his spear shaft on his torso
Azazil swung back and with one flap Zaphrael created distance.
he pursed him further, trying his best to avoid the jabs of the spear but soon his attention was stolen by the appearance of his father.
he slowly made his way into the crowd stands and watched with the same cruel face he always wore.
Azazils mind was taken over by his presence. he clenched his sword and flames burst out on the blade.
"agitated by daddy?" mocked Zaphrael readying his stance
they ran towards each other and clashed, Zaphrael with the advantage in reach extended further and stabbed his shoulder.
Azazil quickly broke the shaft of the spear and slashed heavily, ignoring his wound.
Zaphrael quickly took out his other spear and blocked. but at the expense of breaking his last spear. Azazil rushed and got a clean hit across his shoulder and immediately kicked him back.
Azazil gazed over to his father who kept his usual unimpressed face. Azazil slowly walked towards the center of the arena and pointed his sword at his father.
Zaphrael quickly got up "I'm not done yet, prince"
Azazil looked over his shoulder for a second to look at Zaphrael who was bleeding vigorously from his shoulder.
Azazil turned his gaze back to his father. who appeared 1 inch away from his face when he looked, Azazil flinched and jumped back.
"your throne is mine, father" he spoke
his father stared deeply into his eyes at all times "don't kid yourself, your talent in combat blinds you" he replied
"you have no aptitude in charisma, you can't take the throne, not a violent beast like you" he finished
"violence? you're one to talk"
"is that mockery, son?"
"you don't have the right to call me son!" Azazil lashed out
his fathers eyes lit up in a blaze of inferno and he stared down Azazil shouting "AND YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME FATHER"
"NOT A HALF ASSED ARROGANT MAN LIKE YOURSELF" he finished
"YOUR ARROGANCE BROUGHT US HERE LUCIFER" fought back Azazil
his father manifested an elegant sword of pitch black glow on his right hand. "you think your talent in combat is unmatched?"
"you think you are worthy to take me on? Azazil?"
Azazil readied a quick stance and concentrated all his thoughts into his father's weakest point, his heart.
Lucifers disgraced wings extended out. they were magnificent and glorious at some point in his past, now reduced to nothing but weathered and torn feathers that was very ghostlike.
the crowd was erupted into loud cheers at the sight of their kings wings.
"your wings hasn't formed yet, your horns hasn't grown yet, your mind is feeble, your will is fragile, tell me Azazil, what makes you worthy of being my son?"
Az lunged forward with fast and deadly strikes, Lucifer effortlessly side stepped and dodged them all.
"your awful deals are the worst part about you" says Lucifer after which, he stands still and Azazil stabs his sword at his heart.
as soon as the sword touches his clothes, Lucifer seemingly teleports behind Az and kicks him down.
"now now son, remember our deal? you can't kill me, without killing yourself."
Az silently gets up with his sword loosely in his hand
"i will never die, with me, my reign in hell will never die"
"i remember your deal with my mother" spoke Azazil
"oh? you don't need her half. you only need me" said Lucifer while his sword faded into nothing
Lucifer calmly approached him and eyed Zaphrael
"Zaphrael, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Asterion, Genvissa, Melonoe, my sake, even baby Zagreus is shaping up to be better than you" Lucifer lists while turning his eye to his son.
"where is your prideful horns? where is your greed for power? where lies your lust? where can your gluttony be found? where is your sloth? you only have wrath on your side Aza-"
"he gets the point" interrupted Zaphrael.
menacing tension grew, Azazils knees were weak and Zaphrael was sweating. Lucifer didn't move and his claws grew a bit and he calmly scratched Azazils ear.
Lucifer ever so slightly turned his eyes to Zaphrael. as soon as their eyes met Zaphrael screamed in pain and fell to his knees, unable to take his eyes off him.
"commoner..." whispered Lucifer under his breath
Zaphrael fell in the ashen dirt and kept screaming in unbearable pain.
after a few more seconds Lucifer blinked and the pain from Zaph dissappears. yet, he is still unable to get up from the ground.
a puff of smoke explodes in thin air next to Lucifer, a man without a head appears.
"mephistopheles" says Lucifer
strings of gaseous shadowy lines form a rough silhouette of a head, and after a while longer it takes the shape of a head with horns.
"Baphomet is waiting" says mephistopheles while giving Azazil a careful look.
"let's go" finishes Lucifer.
Lucifer and Mephistopheles walk outside the exit while discussing some internal matters.
Azazil stares over at Zaph and Asmodeus runs into the arena.
Zaphrael slowly gets up, ignoring Az, he goes into the colosseum walls, no doubt to treat his wounds.
"Asmo" sighs Azazil in relief "I won"
