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The seal of Trigon unraveled.
Crimson light burst outward inside Raven's consciousness, the chains forged from her soul cracking, loosening, and releasing him completely.
Laughter followed.
Deep and multilayered.
"I am free.."
Trigon's presence swelled, vast and ravenous, filling the inner sky with heat and malice. The runes burned away as his form began to coalesce, horns scraping the fabric of thought itself.
Arthur did not move.
He simply watched him be whole.
"I wouldn't say that you are truly free," Arthur said calmly.
Before Trigon could even turn, shadows surged, not from Raven's soul, but from Arthur himself.
Violet-black sigils flared around the demon, Trigon felt something wrap around his essence, not binding him here, but pulling him elsewhere.
"What.." Trigon snarled,
Arthur's eyes blazed.
"Change of residence."
Reality inverted.
The demon was gone.
Arthur's eyes snapped open.
He stood once more in the medical chamber deep beneath his estate. The sound of machinery surrounded him, soft and steady.
Raven lay restrained on the medical platform, unconscious now, peaceful. Her breathing was even. No tremors or fever.
Arthur exhaled slowly.
"Good…"
He staggered a half-step, a sharp pressure blooming behind his eyes. He pressed two fingers to his temple, jaw tightening.
"Tch… damn it," he muttered. "This bastard… even sealed, he's still an incredibly powerful interdimensional demon."
Shadow Owlman and Shadow Lex stood nearby.
Arthur straightened. "Release her. Take her somewhere quiet. Let her rest. Monitor her condition, no disturbances."
Owlman inclined his head. "Understood."
Lex paused. "And you, Monarch?"
Arthur smiled faintly, though his eyes were distant.
"I'll stay here for a while."
They obeyed without question.
As Raven was gently moved away, Arthur lowered himself to the cold floor, crossing his legs, hands resting on his knees. Shadows gathered naturally around him.
"I hear you, Demon." Arthur said softly.
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Trigon screamed.
Not aloud, because there was no air here.
He found himself bound in a place that defied every law he had ever conquered.
Arthur's consciousness was not a realm.
It was a whole cosmos.
An endless expanse of shadow stretched in every direction, vast beyond measurement, but threaded with distant stars of soft violet light. Ancient thrones floated half-formed, broken and reforged at once. Countless silhouettes, shadows of kings, monsters, heroes, stood frozen in reverence.
This was not darkness born of absence.
This was shadow born of presence.
And it burned.
The shadows binding Trigon were not chains, they were concepts. Authority. Dominion. Death. They wrapped around his limbs, his soul, his very name.
He unleashed hellfire.
It vanished.
He hurled spells that had unmade dimensions.
They unraveled like children's drawings in rain.
The light, that cursed light, pierced him from within, searing not flesh but his ego, memory, identity.
And then
The eyes opened.
Violet. Endless. Watching him from everywhere.
A voice followed, calm and absolute.
"Look at you."
The words echoed without sound.
"A god who mistook scale for supremacy."
The shadows tightened.
"You burn worlds and call it dominion. You torment souls and call it eternity."
Arthur's presence loomed before him, as a truth.
"Yet here you are… thrashing like a frightened little thing, because you've finally met something you cannot define."
The light intensified.
"You are not ancient to me."
"You are not vast."
"You are not inevitable."
Trigon roared, forcing defiance through the crushing pressure.
"I am Trigon! Destroyer of realms! You are nothing but a mortal man... wait.."
The eyes narrowed.
And the universe listened.
"It seems you noticed, but yes. I am a man," Arthur replied.
"Who chose a great responsibility."
The shadows surged higher, the light flaring brighter.
"And that," Arthur finished, "is something you will never understand."
Trigon's roar faltered.
For the first time in his endless existence
The demon felt small.
The world Arthur had drawn Trigon into was a verdict.
Chains of shadow and radiance coiled around Trigon's colossal form, tightening with cruelty. Every movement he made caused them to constrict further.
Then Arthur's voice continued.
"You have ruled through fear," Arthur said calmly, his words sinking into Trigon's soul rather than his ears. "Worlds burned because you convinced lesser beings that resistance was pointless."
The shadows tightened. Trigon snarled, flames flaring from his six eyes.
Arthur continued,
"But you made one mistake, demon. You believed inevitability belonged to you alone."
Trigon's breath hitched as something unseen pressed against his soul itself.
"You stand now in the presence of death," Arthur said, and for the first time there was something colder in his tone "There is no rebirth for you. Not the petty cycle you parasites cling to. Death as it truly is. The end that does not negotiate. The silence that does not answer prayers."
Trigon roared and hurled his fist forward, a strike that had shattered dimensions.
It never reached Arthur.
There was no flash. No sound.
Trigon screamed.
His arm fell away in slow motion, severed cleanly at the wrist by something he could not perceive, no blade, no spell, no force he recognized. Black blood and hellfire spilled from the wound, but the flames died instantly, smothered by shadow.
He clutched the stump, panic creeping into his voice.
It did not regenerate.
Arthur's voice cut through "You cannot heal here," he said simply. "You cannot return. You cannot escape. This realm does not acknowledge your rules."
The shadows wrapped tighter. The light burned deeper.
"Only my law exists here," Arthur continued. "Every other concept, time, rebirth, chaos, hope, has been stripped from you."
Arthur stepped forward.
For the first time, Trigon truly saw him.
The shadows drew back just enough to reveal Arthur fully, his regal shadow-forged armor. His ashen white hair moved in a wind.
Violet eyes met all six of Trigon's at once.
Trigon's voice faltered. "Release me," he snarled, desperation seeping through his fury. "Don't, and I will curse you beyond eternity. Your world.. your fragile planet.. I will.."
Arthur did not raise his voice.
"It seems," he said softly, "that you still do not understand your position here."
He stepped closer, until he stood eye level with the demon who had once terrified gods.
"Even if Raven wasn't my reason to do this," Arthur said, and there was no hatred in his words. "A being like you would still be unacceptable, you cannot be allowed to live freely in this universe."
The shadows pulsed.
"You are a malformed child of chaos," Arthur continued. "A thing born from disorder, sustained by suffering, mistaken for a god only because lesser beings lacked the strength to deny you."
Trigon trembled.
"No one will pity your end, not even your own daughter." Arthur said.
A sword of shadow formed in his hand, as if it had always been there and was merely waiting for this moment.
Trigon's eyes widened. All six of them.
"Monarch of Shadows…" he rasped. "Wait.."
Arthur moved.
The blade slid into Trigon's chest without resistance, piercing his heart and emerging from his back in a violent eruption of shadow and fire. The demon's body arched, bound by chains he could no longer fight, his screams tearing through the void as the sword drank his soul
Fire burst from Trigon's eyes, then sputtered, then dimmed.
He clawed at the blade, but his hands passed uselessly through Arthur's grip, strength abandoning him.
"…curse… you…" Trigon whispered, his voice hollow, breaking apart.
Arthur leaned close, violet eyes unwavering.
"That," he said calmly, "is no longer an option you could manage."
He twisted the blade.
"There is no afterlife for you," Arthur continued as Trigon's form began to unravel. "No rebirth. No fragment escaping into some forgotten corner of existence."
The shadows surged, consuming what remained.
"This is not imprisonment," Arthur said."This is not punishment."
Trigon's body dissolved, piece by piece, screaming fading into silence.
"This is it." Arthur pulled the sword free as the last remnants of Trigon's soul were drawn into the void, scattered and absorbed, becoming nothing more than memory and dust.
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