Hazbin Hotel - A Dream of Redemption

Chapter 28: Dinner Duels

The scene ends and is replaced by a visage of everyone talking in a dining room in a very friendly familial way.

Sandalphon is messing with Cassiel. Uriel is play fighting (sword fighting) with Zadkiel while reading a book. Forti is watching everyone. Gabriel and Raphael are watching Lucifer and Michael. Michael and Barachiel are playing with their magic. Lucifer is standing in the corner playing an instrument while God sits nearby listening to him play. As Charlie watches the scene, Charlie notices that Lucifer is playing a beautiful melody, his fingers moving deftly over the strings. Lucifer's eyes are closed in concentration, his face illuminated by the soft light of the throne room.

God watches in silence, his gaze focused on the angel. As Lucifer finishes the song, God stands up and claps. "Well done, my son," he says with a smile. "That was quite beautiful."

Lucifer bows deeply, his wings fluttering with pride. "Thank you, Father," he says.

God nods, a small smile on his lips, "I'm proud of you." Lucifer smiles widely and nods, understanding the importance of the message.

Then Lucifer de-summons his instrument and watches Uriel and Zadkiel spar. Charlie watches as Uriel and Zadkiel engage in a sword fight, their swords clashing and ringing in the air. The room is filled with the sound of their swords as they exchange blows.

Uriel's skill with a blade is impressive, especially considering he is a massive bookworm, and even more impressively, he is reading a book as he fights; not to say that Zadkiel isn't a good fighter. As they continue to spar, Charlie notices Lucifer watching with a small smile on his lips. Lucifer seems to enjoy the display of power and skill, and Charlie can tell that he is proud of his family. Charlie watches as they continue to spar, their movements fluid and precise. Uriel's movements are lightning-fast, his sword whirling through the air like a dancer.

Zadkiel, the usually offensive fighter is stuck on the defensive. Then Uriel throws his book into the air, jabs his sword at Zadkiel, drops the sword, spins around, catching the book and sword in his other hands, and disarms her. Forti is the first to clap, followed by Lucifer and everyone else. Uriel bows and is about to walk away.

Then Forti challenges him to a friendly duel. Uriel looks at Forti with a raised eyebrow, considering the challenge. He then raises his sword and nods at Forti. "Challenge accepted," he says with a smirk.

But for this battle, Uriel sets his book down. They both stand at the appropriate starting distance and draw their signature swords. Forti with Excalibur and Uriel with his flaming sword. Everyone stands back and gives them room to move. Raphael watches the duel intently, wanting to learn how to fight.

The duel begins. Uriel charges forward, his sword swinging with incredible speed and precision. Forti parries the attack, his Excalibur deflecting Uriel's flaming sword.

The two swords clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows. Uriel's sword is fast and agile, moving with a fluid grace that is almost mesmerizing. Forti's Excalibur is sturdy and reliable, able to deflect most attacks with ease, along with a little bit of magic enhancements, well, all of them.

As they continue to exchange blows, Uriel notices a small nick on Forti's sword. He smirks and takes advantage, swinging his own sword with a swift and deadly strike. But Forti sees it coming and grabs Uriel's arm just as his sword is about to connect with his blade. The two fighters lock eyes, and for a moment, it seems like neither of them is going to make the first move. But then, in a flash of movement, Uriel pulls his arm free and sends a powerful kick towards Forti's face. Forti dodges it with ease, his sword still in hand.

Sandalphon begins to jeer at them playfully, "Come on! Do something!" But both fighters are too focused to notice her words. Forti lunges forward, his sword held high. Uriel, still smirking, meets the attack head-on, his flaming sword blazing with heat. The two fighters clash, sparks flying as their swords collide. Uriel's sword strikes Forti's blade with a loud clang, and the force sends Forti stumbling backward.

Uriel points his sword at Forti triumphantly, "Give up?" He asks smugly. Forti replies, "Ha. No. I've just been getting started." He leaps up from the ground and spits. He continues, "I've been going easy on you." Forti settles into a true fighting stance and waits for Uriel to make a move. Uriel charges forward, his sword still glowing with heat. Forti quickly parries the attack and retaliates with a swift strike of his own. The two fighters circle each other, their swords clashing again and again. Uriel's sword's work is excellent, but Forti's swordswork is impeccably masterful. While Uriel's flaming sword is deadly and durable, Forti's Excalibur is powerful, deadly, unbreakable, magical, agile, quick, and extremely effective.

Forti begins to make fun of Uriel. Uriel then lunges for Forti, who sidesteps and trips him. Then Forti stands on his sword and puts the tip of his blade to Uriel's neck. He says, "Yield." Uriel swallows nervously and sighs, "Fine." Forti smiles and helps Uriel up who isn't salty in the slightest.

Next up (against Forti) is Michael. Both get into position and draw their swords. The main thing of note is that Forti is a defensive fighter, and Michael is an offensive fighter (Uriel is an endurance fighter). They both trade blows and counter each other's attacks. The sound of angelic metal clashing against angelic metal echoes through the air as they both engage in a fierce battle. Forti parries Michael's attacks with ease, his swordsmanship impenetrable and his defensive stance unyielding.

Michael, on the other hand, is relentless in his attacks, his sword's tip flashing through the air with each strike. His movements are fluid and precise, his strikes landing with deadly accuracy and strength. The two fighters exchange blows with each other, their swords clashing against each other with a fierce intensity. The air is thick with the smell of melting steel and the sound of clashing metal. Sweat drips down Forti's forehead as he dodges Michael's attacks with ease, his swordsmanship unmatchable.

Michael, on the other hand, is more aggressive in his strikes, his angelic sword striking Forti's with a sharp clang. The two fighters exchange blows, their swords clashing against each other with a fury that echoes through the air.

As the fight continues, Forti manages to land a blow on Michael, causing him to stumble backward. The angelic sword clatters to the ground as Michael regains his balance. Forti charges forward, his swordsmanship unimpeded by Michael's new defensive stance. Michael parries Forti's attacks with ease, his angelic sword striking Forti's with a sharp clang.

Forti then used his free hand to punch Michael in the face. Michael stumbled back, his nose bleeding angelic blood profusely. Forti advanced with a fierce battle cry, his swordsmanship unyielding. Michael quickly recovered and charged forward, his angelic sword raised high. Forti parried Michael's attack with ease, his swordsmanship impenetrable. The two fighters continued their fierce battle, their swords clashing against each other with a fury that was almost deafening. Sweat dripped down their faces as they traded blows, their movements fluid and precise.

The sound of their swords clashing against each other echoed through the air, drowning out all other sounds. Forti was relentless in his attacks, his swordsmanship unmatchable. Michael was equally relentless in his attacks, his sword's tip striking Forti's with deadly accuracy. The two fighters continued their battle, their swords clashing against each other with a fury that was almost unbearable. The room was filled with the sound of clashing sweat dripped down Forti's forehead as he dodged Michael's attacks with ease, his swordsmanship unmatchable. Michael, on the other hand, was more aggressive in his strikes, his angelic sword striking Forti's with a sharp clang. As the two fighters continued their fierce battle, they caught each other off guard and a clash occurred. Forti's sword clashed against Michael's, both of their blades clashing against each other with a fierce intensity. Forti's sword was pushed back slightly, and Michael managed to land a hit on Forti's arm. Forti grunted in pain as he stumbled back, his swordsmanship impaired by the injury. Michael advanced, his angelic sword raised high. Forti tries to parry Michael's attack, but the force of the strike knocks Forti off balance. He falls to the ground, his swords clattering to the ground. Michael stands over Forti, his angelic sword pointing down at him.

"You're good. (He whispers) But I'm better," Michael says with a smirk.

He helps Forti up and continues, "Good fight. Great fight in fact!"

Michael bows, and Forti graciously steps away. God does a small golf clap and says, "Well done, boys. Who's next?" No one steps forward. In fact, they all step back. Except Lucifer.

Lucifer sighs, "Well, I guess I'll go a round." Michael looks nervous but hides it well.