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Lord Azrael, Part 66

Suddenly, a tremor rippled through the ground beneath them, shaking the very stones of the courtyard. The crowd fell silent, uncertainty replacing their earlier bloodlust. The Emperor's eyes narrowed in confusion as he scanned the horizon.

"What is this trickery?" he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.

Mer-Mer felt it before anyone else—a dark energy surging up from the earth, raw and powerful. It pulsed in rhythm with his own heartbeat, resonating with the shadows inside him. "The balance," he whispered to Vespera, realization dawning. "It's responding to the call for justice."

Solaris��s expression shifted from confusion to alarm as tendrils of shadow began to seep from the ground around them, creeping like living vines toward the raised dais. The shadows twisted and coiled, forming shapes that felt strangely familiar yet terrifying.

"Stand firm!" Solaris barked at the guards, who tightened their grips on their weapons, unease evident on their faces.

"No!" cried the Emperor, rising abruptly from his seat. "This is no ordinary magic! It's—"

Before he could finish his warning, a howling wind swept through the courtyard as if summoned from another realm. Shadows exploded outward, consuming everything in their path—the wooden crosses splintered; the guards staggered backward, casting terrified glances in every direction.

With a blinding flash of light, a figure emerged from the swirling darkness—a massive silhouette cloaked in ethereal shadows and crowned with fiery glows. The demon Lord Azrael had arrived.

The ground quaked beneath Azrael's magnificent form as he stepped forward. He towered over everyone present, a terrifying blend of divine power and ancient rage. His eyes shone like molten gold as he surveyed the chaos of the courtyard.

"Your tyranny ends here!" Azrael boomed, his voice echoing with authority that resonated deep within those who heard it. "You have wrongfully imprisoned those who fight for freedom!"

"It's Azrael!" Mer-Mer exclaimed, recognition dawning upon him as he watched the demon lord materialize before their eyes. Golden chains adorned his ethereal figure, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. His presence exuded authority, and even Solaris seemed taken aback by the unexpected appearance.

"I have come for that which is mine," Azrael proclaimed, his voice echoing like thunder across the courtyard. The commotion paused as everyone turned to witness this ancient being.

"You dare defy my will?" Solaris sneered, regaining his composure. "This is my domain!"

Azrael's eyes glinted like molten gold. "Your claim to dominion has withered under your greed and ambition, Solaris. You seek nothing but chaos and control; I will not allow you to extend your tyranny over these innocents any longer."

With a wave of his hand, shadows unfurled around Azrael like wings, engulfing the captured rebels in an embrace of darkness that felt both terrifying and liberating at once. Chains fell away from Mer-Mer, Vespera, Spartacus, Latina,Scorpion and Ragnar—their bonds shattered by the demon lord's might.

"Run!" Azrael commanded as he turned his attention back to Solaris. "You have sown fear among mortals long enough. Face me!"

In that moment of chaos and confusion, Scorpion seized the opportunity. He slipped away from the guards' notice and vanished into the shadows that writhed along the periphery.

Mer-Mer felt rejuvenated as he regained his freedom alongside his comrades. "We must help him!" he shouted to Spartacus and Latina.

"Stay close!" Spartacus replied grimly as they rallied together once more while shadows swirled protectively around them.

As Azrael confronted Solaris head-on, energy crackled between them like lightning in a storm. The emperor's face twisted in rage as he summoned dark energies of his own—necromantic power coalescing around him in an attempt to match Azrael's formidable presence.

"Your time is over!" Solaris spat defiantly as shadows began to meld into solidified forms—demonic minions rising from below, ready to defend their master.

But Azrael remained unyielding amidst the chaos. "Fool," he intoned darkly. "You've become lost within your own ambitions." He raised a hand towards Solaris, casting out waves of ethereal light that washed over everything in its path.

A monumental clash erupted between demonic forces—Azrael's haunting brilliance against Solaris' insatiable darkness—shaking foundations of both worlds.

Cheers erupted from within Mer-Mer and Vespera as hope surged back into their hearts. The guards faltered under Azrael's fierce presence—confusion turning to panic.

"Fight back!" shouted Spartacus, emboldened by the sight of their unexpected ally. "For freedom! For justice!"

As if triggered by those words alone, Mer-Mer felt an overwhelming power surge through him—the shadows around him responded eagerly to his command.

"No one dies today!" he declared defiantly as he summoned forth his own shadows to intertwine with Azrael's power.

The demon's crimson eyes turned to Mer-Mer with acknowledgment and approval; they were allies now in this fight against tyranny.

The Emperor stumbled back from his throne as darkness overcame him; he screamed as shadows wrapped around his limbs like chains drawn tight enough to break bone.

Solaris snarled ruthlessly but found himself similarly ensnared by tendrils of shadow spiraling towards him. "You think this nonsense can stop me?��� he spat venomously before unleashing bolts of blinding energy aimed at Azrael.

"Fool!" roared Azrael with an unwavering stance as he absorbed Solaris' attack effortlessly. "Your time has come."

With a flick of his wrist, Azrael sent a shockwave coursing through Solaris...