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HELL – TOWER OF DIS
The throne room doors were not meant to break, they were slabs of infernal iron reinforced with demonic magic, and ancient sigils carved by the First of the Fallen himself. They had endured wars and rebellions.
Arthur did not knock, he drove his boot forward.
The impact did not simply dent the doors
It erased them.
Iron folded inward like paper caught in a storm. Sigils shattered in sparks of dying green. The explosion thundered through the palace corridors as the doors tore from their hinges and blasted inward, crashing across the floor in twisted ruin.
Smoke and embers rolled outward.
And through it
He stepped.
Violet light cut through the haze before his silhouette fully emerged, his eyes burned. Lightning crawled along the length of the spear in his hand, violet and black intertwined, shadow feeding the current.
The smoke parted around him and Raven walked at his side.
Her cloak flowed in slow waves, eyes glowing the same violet as his, magic coiled tight around her.
At the far end of the chamber,
The throne waited.
Crowned with horns and skulls.
And beside it stood Neron.
Neron did not sit.
He waited.
Green hellfire already crawled across his hands, licking between clawed fingers. His wings flexed once behind him, casting long shadows across the chamber.
When he saw Arthur step through the smoke
He smiled.
Slow and amused but that did not hide his anger or irritation.
"Well," Neron drawled, his voice echoing. "If it isn't the self-proclaimed Lord of Death."
His gaze slid toward Raven.
"And you…" His lips curled slightly. "Spawn of Trigon."
Raven's expression didn't change.
Arthur didn't smile.
"You know why I'm here," he said evenly.
His voice carried without strain across the vast chamber.
"So let's not waste any more words, little lord."
The word hit harder than any weapon.
Little.
Neron's eyes flared brighter.
The green fire in his hands surged violently.
"Arrogant bastard!" he roared, wings snapping outward. "And here I thought we might have a civil conversation!"
Hell answered his temper.
A tidal eruption of emerald inferno exploded from his palms, a wave of demonic fire that devoured space itself as it rushed forward.
The throne room vanished behind it.
Arthur did not move.
He spun the spear once.
The motion was smooth, almost lazy.
Shadow poured from him in a circular arc, wrapping the spear's rotation in a spiraling vortex of violet lightning and abyssal shadow. The weapon became the eye of a storm.
The green hellfire collided with the spinning barrier
And split.
The eruption tore around Arthur and Raven in twin torrents, shearing across the walls and ceiling but failing to breach the rotating fusion of shadow and lightning.
The sound was catastrophic.
When the fire dissipated
Arthur stood exactly where he had been.
Unburned.
Untouched.
The spear slowed.
Lightning cracked once more before settling.
Arthur lifted his gaze to Neron.
"I got him," he said calmly, not breaking eye contact.
Then, quieter
"You know what to do, my dear."
Raven's lips curved faintly.
She began to rise, cloak trailing beneath her.
"You got it, babe."
Dark magic coiled around her as she drifted sideways, preparing to phase deeper into the palace corridors beyond the throne chamber.
Neron's expression sharpened.
"Oh no, you won't get away!"
He thrust one flaming hand outward, wings beating once as he lunged forward.
"Where do you think you're going, daughter of Trigon?!"
The green fire condensed into a clawed projection, surging toward Raven's retreating form
Arthur moved first.
A throw.
The spear left his hand in a blur of violet lightning.
It crossed the entire throne room in less than a blink
And impaled Neron's outstretched hand to the floor.
The sound was thunder.
Stone cracked outward from the impact point. The spear pinned his palm through dark marble, violet electricity erupting along his arm in violent arcs.
Neron snarled, green fire sputtering where lightning invaded it.
Arthur walked forward through the lingering smoke, eyes glowing brighter.
"Keep your eyes on me," he said quietly.
"Little lord."
Neron's wings flared, teeth bared as he tried to wrench his hand free. Green fire flared against violet lightning in a furious clash of power.
Behind Arthur, Raven vanished into the deeper halls of the palace, her presence slipping like a shadow.
Neron's gaze snapped back to Arthur, fury boiling.
"You dare," Neron hissed, voice dropping low and venomous, "come into my realm. Destroy my armies, my gates, scheme with Morpheus and put my subjects to sleep. And address me as though I were some lesser duke?"
Arthur stopped walking.
He was close enough now that the glow from Neron's flames reflected faintly across his face.
His expression did not change.
"I don't address you as lesser," Arthur replied calmly.
He reached out.
The spear ripped itself free from Neron's hand and returned to Arthur's grasp in a crack of lightning, tearing through flesh as it did.
"I address you accurately."
Neron's wounded hand regenerated slowly in green flame but the wound never truly did, and his smile was gone now.
Only wrath remained.
The throne room did not survive the first exchange.
Neron vanished in a streak of green light, reappearing behind Arthur with a clawed strike aimed for his spine.
Arthur pivoted without looking.
Steel met talon.
The impact detonated the marble beneath them.
Shockwaves rippled outward, shattering pillars and splitting the floor into jagged fault lines. Infernal statues toppled. The throne cracked down the middle.
Neron moved again.
Fast.
Not the theatrical speed of a spellcaster relying on distance.
A feint high, a sweep low, and a pivot into a spinning backhand wrapped in green hellfire.
Arthur blocked the first two with the shaft of his spear. The third grazed his shoulder, burning fabric and sending him skidding backward through a collapsing archway.
Neron did not press recklessly.
He stalked forward through falling debris, wings partially unfurled.
"You expected a cackling sorcerer didn't you?" he sneered. "Throwing curses from a safe distance? Hiding in my castle?"
He split into five identical forms in a flare of green light.
Each one moved differently.
Each one attacked from a separate angle.
Arthur's eyes glowed brighter.
The world slowed.
Breath.
Heartbeat.
Intent.
Four carried power.
One carried the actual soul.
Arthur stepped into the real one.
His spear thrust forward in a lightning-wrapped arc, bypassing the illusions entirely and forcing Neron to twist aside at the last instant.
The remaining projections shattered like glass.
Neron's eyes narrowed.
"…You see through it."
"Your magic bends perception," Arthur replied calmly, driving forward. "Not reality."
Their fists collided.
The sound was thunder.
They tore through what remained of the throne room in a blur of violet and green, sending the Crown of Horns flying. Each strike collapsed walls. Each blocked blow fractured stone. Neron's wings smashed Arthur through a tower column; Arthur retaliated by driving his knee into Neron's ribs hard enough to crack his armor.
They crashed upward
Through the ceiling
Exploding into open air above the Tower of Dis.
Hell's sky was around them, crimson clouds spiraling as the two figures hovered above the highest point in the city.
Neron wiped a streak of blood from his lip and laughed breathlessly.
"You are just like I expected, Shadow."
Arthur said nothing.
He vanished.
Reappeared to Neron's left
A punch to the jaw.
A backhand across the throat.
A knee to the abdomen.
Every blow landed with precision, shadow energy pulsing on impact.
Neron retaliated with equal brutality, grabbing Arthur by the collar and driving him downward into the tower's peak, stone erupting in a volcanic plume.
Arthur caught himself mid-fall.
Ruler's Authority flared.
Invisible force seized the falling debris and hurled it upward like a storm of meteors.
Neron shattered them midair with sweeping arcs of green fire, but that was the opening.
Arthur surged forward.
A combination.
Left hook
Right cross
Elbow across the head
Palm strike that sent a shockwave through Neron's chest
Then
The spear.
It wasn't in Arthur's hand.
It hung behind Neron.
Waiting.
Ruler's Authority clenched.
The spear shot forward like divine judgment
And impaled Neron from behind, the violet lightning bursting through his chest in a spray of green and black.
They froze midair.
Neron's eyes widened.
"Bastard…" he hissed through clenched bloody teeth.
Arthur hovered before him, eyes cold.
"You're skilled," he admitted evenly. "But very predictable, I've had more trouble dealing the first of the fallen."
Neron's expression twisted.
Then he screamed.
Green energy detonated outward from his body in a catastrophic wave, pure demonic force expanding in all directions.
Arthur crossed his arms as shadow erupted around him, forming a dense spherical barrier. The green blast swallowed him whole, pushing him backward across the sky like a comet of violet resisting an emerald sun.
Below, entire sections of the tower vaporized.
When the light faded, Arthur hovered within the fading shield, cloak snapping violently in the residual winds.
He lowered the barrier slowly.
"Are you planning to destroy yourself alongside me?" he called across the distance.
Neron hung in the air, panting.
The spear still protruded through his torso, but his wound burned with green regeneration.
He began to laugh.
Short at first.
Then deeper.
"I would do no such thing against the likes of you," he said between breaths.
His eyes flickered strangely.
Not white or green, they turned darker. Then he went still. Completely still.
Arthur felt it immediately. That shift in presence.
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