Belphegor stood before them, a twisted smile on his face as he drove a hand into his own chest. He groaned in pain, but his expression remained eerily calm. Slowly, with a grotesque squelching sound, he pulled out a sword made entirely of flesh. The blade writhed, with pulsating veins and countless eyes littered across its surface, each one blinking, tracking, and moving independently. It was a sickening sight.
Nero shot a glance at Raven, giving her a quick nod. Raven returned it without hesitation. They had fought side by side long enough to know what to do. Nero vanished in a flash of light, moving faster than the eye could track. The moment he reappeared, the eyes on Belphegor's blade swiveled toward him, and the demon swung, aiming to cleave him in two.
Nero met the attack with his Schwarze Sonne, their swords clashing in a violent shockwave that reverberated through the cave, shaking the very ground beneath them. The blackish light from Nero's blade shimmered, deflecting the hit, but the force of the impact sent Nero skidding back.
Raven wasted no time. With a flick of her wrist, dark chains shot from her fingers, wrapping around Belphegor's free arm and binding it tightly. The demon roared in frustration as his movements were restricted, giving Nero the opening he needed.
"Thanks, Bella," Nero muttered under his breath, running up the length of the chains, using Belphegor's immobilized arm as a platform. In one clean sweep, he brought his blade down, slicing through the demon's arm entirely. Blood sprayed from the wound, thick and black, splattering across the cave floor.
Belphegor howled in agony, his voice shaking the cave walls. He slammed his sword into the ground with his remaining arm, using the heat from its hellish power to cauterize the wound, sealing it shut. His eyes burned with fury as he turned to face Raven, lifting his grotesque sword and sending a flying slash of dark energy toward her.
Raven barely had time to react. The energy hit her hard, slamming her into the cave wall with a force that rattled her bones. She groaned in pain, struggling to regain her footing as Belphegor pressed the attack. Nero flashed in front of the demon again, dodging the blade as it came crashing toward him, but Belphegor anticipated his move. Another slash followed, quicker this time, and Nero barely managed to block it. The sheer force of the blow cracked the ground beneath him, sending fissures spreading through the stone.
From the shadows, Raven's figure emerged, more menacing than before. Four glowing red eyes illuminated the darkness, her power flaring to life. With a guttural shout, she summoned thick, black chains that shot forth once again, wrapping themselves tightly around Belphegor, dragging him down. A massive shadowy bird swooped from the depths of her magic, its wings like blades as it smashed into Belphegor's jaw, sending him reeling.
Belphegor fought against the chains, his fury building. Just as he broke free, Nero teleported behind him, his blade poised for a killing strike. But the demon was quick. Belphegor spun around, his sword ready to intercept the attack.
Nero smirked, snapping his fingers. In an instant, he switched places with Raven, who was already charging a massive gauntlet of dark energy. With a powerful swing, Raven drove her fist into Belphegor's torso, sending him crashing into the wall, his body leaving a deep imprint in the stone as black blood oozed from his wounds.
Belphegor staggered to his feet, but his movements were sluggish. His once-proud form was now battered and bleeding, but still, he refused to fall. Nero watched the demon's defiance with a twisted grin. His Schwarze Sonne faded, replaced by two glowing daggers, each one humming with pale, golden energy.
"Time to end this," Nero muttered under his breath, his grin widening.
He sprinted forward, his form blurring with speed as he closed the gap between them. In a whirlwind of movement, Nero stabbed Belphegor over and over again, each strike precise and brutal. The daggers sliced through the demon's flesh, leaving glowing wounds in their wake. Nero's breath came in ragged gasps, but he didn't stop-he couldn't stop. Each stab felt like justice, like vengeance for everything the demon had said, for everything he had done.
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Dc: Blood Of The Quincy King
Fanfiction"It was foretold that the Quincy King would stir after 900 years, reclaim his mind after 90, and restore his strength after 9. But none foresaw the consequences of his forbidden union with a fallen angel. From this union, a child was born-Nero Lucia...
