Seraph Of Death

Chapter 18: King of Wrath

Warning: ⚠️ This chapter contains really violent and bloody scenes.⚠️

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In the heart of Seragg, a city where the sky was always a deep, menacing red and the air buzzed with dark energy, the great coliseum roared with the eager cries of thousands of demons. They had gathered for a gladiator match that was promised to be a spectacle of fury and power: Azron, the demon against Ormenus the horned Beast.

Azron stood in his corner, his crimson skin glistening under the blood red sky. His eyes burned with a fiery intensity and his muscles rippled as he flexed, the spiked armor on his shoulders reflecting the dim light.

Across the arena, Ormenus let out a guttural growl, his massive form towering over even the tallest of demons. Covered in thick, black fur with claws as long as swords, Ormenus was a monster in every sense of the word. His yellow eyes scanned the crowd, a promise of brutality in their depths.

The crowd fell silent as the arena master, a decrepit demon with a voice like grinding stones, raised his hands.
"Let the battle begin!" he roared, and the coliseum erupted in cheers.

Azron moved first, darting across the sandy floor with incredible speed. He swung his heavy mace towards Ormenus, aiming for a quick, decisive strike. But Ormenus was ready. With a roar that shook the very ground, he caught the mace with his clawed hand, the metal bending under his grip. He flung Azron away with a powerful swipe, sending him crashing into the arena wall.

The crowd gasped, then cheered louder. Azron was in his feet in an instant, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He summoned a ball of fire in his hand, hurling it towards Ormenus. The beastly demon roared again, raising his arms to shield himself. The fireball exploded against his fur, but he shook it off, charging at Azron with terrifying speed.

The ground trembled as Ormenus pounded towards him, but Azron was too quick. He rolled to the side, avoiding the lethal claws by inches. With a swift movement, he slashed at Ormenus side with a dagger, drawing black blood. The beast howled in pain, but it only seemed to make him angrier.

The battle rages on, both demons exchanging blows that echoed through the coliseum.  Azron's agility and strategic strikes contrasted sharply with Ormenus' raw power and brute force. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, eyes wide as they watched the fierce combat.

Finally, Azron saw his chance. As Ormenus lunged at him, he feinted to the left amd swung his mace with all his might at Ormenus' knee. The beastly demon stumbled, falling to one knee with a roar of pain. Azron didn't waste a second. He leaped onto Ormenus' back, using his horns for leverage, and drove his dagger deep into the back of Ormenus' neck.

The coliseum went silent as Ormenus let out a final, ear-splitting roar before collapsing onto the ground, lifeless. Azron stood over his fallen foe, chest heaving, blood dripping from his dagger. The silence was broken by a small clap, then another, and soon the whole coliseum was cheering, their echoes of approval echoing through Seragg.

Azron stood amidst the wreckage of the arena, the defeated body of Ormenus sprawled at his feet. The crowd's cheers echoed like thunder, but his eyes were fixed on the high aisle, where the Chief demons and their leader, Satan, sat on a massive obsidian throne. Like the other upper ranks, Satan was rarely seen, always excluded in his fortress, ruling Seragg from the shadows.

The moment was now. With a swift motion, Azron pulled his sword from its sheath and pointed it directly at Satan. The cheers faltered, replaced by a murmur of confusion and curiosity. Azron's voice boomed across the coliseum.

"Satan! Brother!," he called out, his voice cutting through the air. "I have proven my strength before all of Seragg. Now, I demand your audience!"

The demons in the stand exchanged astonished glances. The audacity of Azron was unprecedented. No one called out Satan so publicly, and certainly not to discuss "business". The coliseum fell into an uneasy silence waiting for Satan's response.