Guardian's Redemption

Chapter Forty Three

Ben stood therea watching the devil. It's power was so immense that even he was having a hard time standing. The man kept his mana together as those blue flames were itching for a victim. There was a risk to this power and he could feel the darkness seeping from the bandage on his forearm. More power was going to be needed against such a foe. This was a risk he was willing to take even if it was going to cost him his soul.

"I am Valaar," the devil growling at Ben. The beast spreading its large black leathery wings as a sign of intimidation.

"Like I care," Ben said sarcastically. This devil should know that once a mortal knows its name then the devil's power is less effective. Then Ben noticed that the power didn't change at all. The pressure was possibly so immense that knowing the devil's name didn't weaken it. This was a problem. "I am Ben Hunter."

The devil was gone, it's large shadow replacing Ben's. The Hunter looked up at to see the monstrosity's blade come raging down upon him. The mortal vanished from sight as the ground fractured in his exact spot not less than half a second later. The Archdevil snorting in irritation as the dust that sprung up slowly fell back down.

"Judgment!" Ben roaring as the man appeared from nothing. He threw everything he had into that strike, that giant hammer of mana crushing against the devil. The anger and power mixing into one as Ben was trying to hold that leaking mana. This creature was the point of despair for his sister in laws.

Ben sprung away to catch his breath. His lungs clinging to every piece of oxygen that entered his body. That flaming hammer was gone, and Ben's eyes found the small unravel of the bandage that had happened during his swing. A black tentacle like tattoo had almost consumed his entire sword arm.

"I felt the anger in that swing mortal," the dark voice rumbling. Ben was watching the fall of the dust clear up. Valaar was standing with a glare at the Hunter. The creature's sword arm gave a twitch which threw Ben into an immediate defensive position. The devil released the power it was holding back. The blast of dark mana sent ripples through the plains that slammed into the walls of the Sanctum of Haven. Ben took a step back from the force while using his own power to hold him steady. This entire time Ben thought it was a devil but this was something beyond that.

Several devils and demons have fallen to Moonlight's elegant edge, but none had been on this spectrum of strong. Demon's were the foot soldiers of hell while devils were the commanders but among the devils there were seven that were the generals. He had heard their names once from a reading done by Pockets Nodelus and the reading had sent shivers through all his friends spines.

These devils were known as Archdevils. Each of them still sealed within Hell for their power was to immense for the mortal plane. There were seven of these Devils and each on ruled over one of the seven layers. If any were to stand upon the human world then the word would definitely come to an end. Now here one of the seven Lord's of Hell stood on the mortal plane of existence. Ben was staring at the ruler of the first layer, Valaar the Cruel.

The Archdevil charged at Ben, their two blades flashing then colliding with such immense power that it sent ripples of wind with every strike. Ben was on the defensive immediately as the devil pressed on the attack with supernatural strength. Those strikes were like nothing Ben had ever felt before and yet it wasn't just brute strength. Thrusting, slashing, parrying, and dodging; either opponent trying to gain the advantage on the other. For Ben to rely on a physical battle was just stupidity for the hellion was far past the mortal's limit.

Ben summoned a pillar of water between the two of them to help allow the ringing in his sword arm to settle. The distraction was pointless as Valaar came through the torrent of water by swinging his demonic blade in wide arcs. The Hunter rolling to the side while his free hand sent two hidden throwing knives at the hellion. Water streaming behind those knives though the devil swatted the small weapons away with the back of his non sword hand. He gave the Hunter a snarl in irritation but the water behind those projectiles had their own target. The liquid wrapping around the devil to slowly solidify.