Delinquent Dragon

Mass Destruction

With the exaggerated swagger of a twelve-winged fallen angel, Azazel swiped down waves of aggressive devils. From the two-pronged spear of light, a magical circle formed that opened a gate to blast out a whole armoury of light spears, vanquishing the devils into a dust parade. "You sure are making things easy for me," Azazel commented.

"That's far enough, filthy crow!"

Azazel looked back to see a man appear out of the Asmodeus circle; pale, with pointy ears. The man with the small ponytail had dark hair and burning eyes, with his clothes following a dark motif, coupled by red belts. "So one of the masterminds finally appear."

"I am Creuserey Asmodeus, a true descendant of Asmodeus!" His eyes narrowed intensely at the fallen angel. "As a member of the True Satan faction, I'll avenge you all for what you've done to Katerea Leviathan."

Azazel's eyebrow perked up when he saw the infinity symbol appear. "Using the power from Ophis, we will destroy this world and create a new world for devils!"

Immediately, Azazel guarded against a fearsome, massive magical mace that was summoned out of nowhere. The force pushing him back, only to find a boulder rain upon him.

"Good grief!" Azazel said, summoning a light sword with a cross guard and cutting down the large rocks upon him.

Creuserey appeared behind Azazel with a kick but the fallen fell back and did a hand-stand kick to knock him back, but Creuserey didn't give up so easily, clutched the leg and threw him back. "PERISH!" Creuserey shouted, unleashing a red energy blast wave.

Azazel had managed to put up several magical shields but it still managed to push him back. He swiped his light sword but Creuserey grabbed Azazel's hand and punched him in the gut, blasting him away again before following up with a series of kicks and a two-handed blast.

Creuserey cringed when he felt a light spear nip at his shoulder. "Filthy fallen! I'll have to pay you back even more!" he shouted.

'Geez, not even giving me a chance to activate my toy,' Azazel thought, dodging the death parade of demonic bullets that charged at him. "That said, I think you can still help me out, Fafnir."

Creuserey's unfolded his wings. "No, you don't!"

A new arrival came as Creuserey immediately focused his hate on the new arrival, pointing his finger indignantly. "Sirzechs! You damned artificial existence!"

Azazel flapped down, seeing the two opposing devils. "Well, he sure gave me the run around. Though I could have taken him on, Sirzechs," Azazel said, the Crimson Lucifer only nodding, but still focusing on Creuserey.

"Creuserey. For the existence of species known as devils to survive, war is an asinine baggage to bring."

This didn't convince the Asmodeus heir. "A bastard who only deals not only with fallen angels, but angels, has no right to speak of the devils!"

Like a mocking clap, Azazel just tapped the Down Fall Dragon Spear in his hand. "I don't think that's fair coming from a miserable misfit who joins a happy-go-lucky club like the Khaos Brigade."

Sirzech's eyes turned bloody, piercing Creuserey, as he stared more seriously. "As one of the Four Satans, I will eliminate anyone who is against the current Underworld."

From his hand, came a diluted nebula orb. It suddenly expanded into a domain that engulfed Creuserey, his body melting into nothingness. "T-this is?! Impossible! Why must the real thing lose to a fake?!" he screamed about, then disappearing entirely.

"The snake is also gone from him..."

Sirzechs voice trailed as him and Azazel froze, feeling the intense aura packaged into what was an under-dressed gothic loli floating casually.