The Demon Priest

Chapter 8: Dravin and Raziel

 Lance turned around to be met face to face with a young looking man standing next to a slim, but burly, demon. The man wore a long white coat over a metal chest plate. This chest plate looked to be made of metal, and had a blue orb in the middle, which had lines of the same color branching off in multiple directions, even reaching towards his metallic greaves. He was sneering at the boy, his grey eyes seemingly piercing through Lance's soul, and ran a hand through his short brown hair.

 "I have finally found you, the demon boy." He cackled, and Lance immediately knew who they were.

 "It's... it's you! The one from Axon. You commanded Reginald to leave, and he obeyed you without question."

 "You are correct, my boy. Allow me to introduce myself." The man bowed. "I am professor Dravin of the Black Knights. Though I suppose you knowing my name won't matter, for soon," he pulled out a metal sphere. "you'll all be dead."

 Dravin tossed the sphere, and as it grew close it suddenly exploded in a bright light, blasting everyone backwards. As the light died down, Dravin noticed Lance stepping out from behind a large rock, looking relatively unharmed.

 "What was that? What did you do?" Lance demanded to know.

 Dravin replied, "That was simple. All I did was simply fuse magic into the sphere, and when it was close to you I commanded it to explode. Though if I were you, I would worry less about that and more about your friends."

 The boy gasped and searched for the two, his eyes quickly falling on them. Azazel had guarded Valia with his body, evident by the smokey wisps that ebbed off of him. He stood up with the vampire being his support. Flashing a thumbs up to show he was okay, Lance sighed in relief and turned back to Dravin, who was still grinning.

 "That's the prince of demons for you- resilient. However let's see how he fares against my own.

 At this, the demon beside him stepped forwards. He was similar in appearance to Azazel, with them both having pale skin and being the same height, with Azazel perhaps being a smidgen shorter. However, this demon had medium length golden hair and crimson eyes. He also appeared to be more muscular, and wore a suit of plated armor made of a dark purple material. His wings and claws were also bigger than Azazel's, and instead of a normal sword like his counterpart, he wielded a black katana.

 "It's so nice to see you again." He laughed at Azazel.

 "Raziel." Was all the demon had to say.

 "Who is this?" Lance interjected.

 "This is Raziel, my brother." Azazel replied through gritted teeth.

 "You have a brother?!"

 "Yes. He's the leader of my father's army and the next in line for the throne."

 Raziel laughed. "I am, that's correct, and I am not going to let you take that away from me with your stupid dream of living together with humans." He pointed his katana at his brother, who in turn drew his blade. "Today is the day you die, Azazel."

 "Just try it." His brother challenged.

 The demons lunged at each other, with Raziel gaining the upper- hand by spinning and hitting his brother in the back with the heel of his foot. Azazel fell to the ground but quickly recovered. The demon shot forwards, then slid on his knees to avoid a slash from Raziel. He then jumped up, bringing his blade with him, and attacked in a frenzy, relentlessly hacking at his opponent. The two were clearly evenly matched, which shocked Raziel.

 "How are you keeping up with me?!" The demon demanded. "You were always the weak one while I, I am strong and destined for greatness."

 Azazel smirked. "I've picked up a few tricks from my friend over there."