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Raven and Belial clashed again.
Belial streaked across the sky in a comet of crimson fire, blades of hellfire extending from his forearms. Each sweep of his arms carved molten arcs through the air, leaving afterimages that burned the air itself.
Raven floated opposite him, cloak expanding into a vast mantle of violet shadow. Arcane sigils, Azarathian, demonic, and older than either rotated around her.
Belial attacked. His strike split the air with a concussive boom. Raven raised a hand her barrier forming not as a wall but as layered hexagonal constructs that glowed with occult sigils.
The blade collided.
The sigils cracked, but did not break.
Belial twisted midair, tail whipping forward with barbed precision. Raven dissolved into shadow, the strike passing through her like smoke.
She reappeared above him.
"Azarath Metrion.."
A spear of condensed violet light descended.
Belial roared and crossed his blades. The impact detonated outward, vaporizing three floating pillars and sending shockwaves cascading across the tower's surface.
He slid backward through the air, wings beating hard to stabilize himself.
Then he laughed.
"You fight beautifully, sister," he called out, voice echoing through the chaos. "But you fight alone now, I don't sense father's energy at all."
He snapped his fingers.
The spilled demonic energy saturating the battlefield answered him. Rivers of crimson magic surged upward from the cracks in the stone, coiling into massive serpentine constructs with skull-like visages and flaming maws.
They lunged at her from every angle.
Raven's eyes glowed brighter.
Her cloak split into multiple tendrils, each one catching a serpent mid-lunge and crushing it in spirals of gravitational force. She countered with a sweep of her arm, releasing a crescent wave of dark energy that sliced two constructs in half.
Belial hovered above her, watching.
"The shadow exhausts himself," he said conversationally, though his aura pulsed violently. "You know this well, no one is truly invincible."
He began weaving his hands, blood seeped from his palms and formed a floating lattice of sigils before him, older magic, sacrificial and binding.
"No power is infinite. Not his. Not yours."
The sigils snapped into place around Raven like a cage.
Crimson chains materialized from nothing, attempting to bind her limbs and wings of shadow.
"We shall use that exhaustion to our advantage," Belial continued, voice darkening. "When he weakens, when he falters.. we shall claim his powerful soul."
The chains tightened.
"Nothing is safe from the laws of the realm," he pressed. "Not mortals. Not demons. Not even higher beings."
His eyes burned with fanatic intensity.
"I'm sure you are aware of this, dear sister."
Raven did not struggle.
She simply looked at him, calm and centered.
The chains creaked as they constricted.
Then her lips curved faintly.
"Another thing you are severely wrong about."
Belial's smile twitched.
The violet glow in her eyes intensified until the crimson magic around her began to hiss and recoil.
"That 'shadow' you speak of," she said calmly, "is not a candle you can snuff out."
The chains began to fracture not from brute force, but from something eroding them at a fundamental level, a stronger magic.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the crimson sigils.
"He grows in opposition."
Her aura expanded outward in a controlled, overwhelming surge.
"The more you throw at him.."
The chains shattered.
"..the more he adapts."
The shockwave from her release obliterated the remaining serpentine constructs instantly.
Belial staggered midair, wings flaring to stabilize himself.
Raven raised both hands.
The sigils around her shifted formation, compressing into a rotating sphere of impossibly dense arcane energy.
"If anything," she continued softly, "you are making him stronger."
She thrust her hands forward.
The sphere split into six beams that spiraled outward before converging on Belial simultaneously from different sides.
He roared and unleashed a storm of hellfire in defense, creating a spiraling inferno shield around himself.
The first three beams pierced it.
The fourth shattered his left blade.
The fifth tore through his right wing, severing bone and membrane in a violent spray of crimson sparks.
Belial screamed in fury.
He charged through the explosion regardless, one remaining blade reforming as he attempted to cleave her in half.
Raven closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them
They were pure violet.
She vanished.
Belial's blade cut only air.
She reappeared directly beneath him.
Her palm pressed lightly against his chest.
For a fraction of a second
Nothing happened.
Then Every sigil she had cast throughout the battle ignited simultaneously.
The sky lit up with layered circles of arcane magic, all focusing inward toward that single point of contact.
"Azarath… Metrion… Zinthos."
The incantation was quiet, the result was not.
A devastating column of violet-black energy erupted upward, engulfing Belial completely. The beam tore through his torso, shattered his remaining wing at the joint, and detonated against his lower body with crushing force.
There was a sickening crack.
His leg twisted unnaturally.
Bone splintered.
The beam carried him downward in a spiraling arc before slamming him into the fractured rock below in a catastrophic explosion.
Stone disintegrated.
The shockwave rippled across the outer tower.
When the light faded.
Belial lay embedded in a crater of molten rock and shattered architecture, both wings broken, no energy to regenerate.
One leg bent unnaturally even for a demon.
Armor shattered.
He coughed, blackened blood spilling from his lips as demonic regeneration struggled to keep pace with the damage.
Raven descended slowly, hovering above the crater.
Her cloak settled around her.
Belial looked up at her through one half-lidded eye.
"You… always were... Father's favorite," he rasped bitterly.
Raven's gaze was steady.
"No," she said quietly.
"He had an eye for talent, and I was the one who refused him."
The crater still smoked.
Belial lay broken at its center, Raven's final blast had burned too hot for even demonic resilience.
Raven regarded him now in silence.
Belial coughed, his regeneration flickered weakly, trying to mend bone, trying to restore wings, but her magic still clung to him like chains. disrupting the process.
Their eyes met.
For a brief moment, something passed between them that was not hatred.
Then Raven's expression cooled again.
"You are not worth it.." she said quietly.
Belial's fingers twitched against the cracked stone.
'You dare spare me?'
The humiliation burned hotter than her magic had.
He forced himself to move, pain screaming through nerves that should have been dead. His crushed leg shifted enough to give leverage. Slowly, subtly, crimson energy pooled in his palm, condensing into a narrow blade no wider than a dagger.
His eyes lowered, masking the intent.
Raven turned slightly, as if to leave.
That was the moment.
With a snarl of raw fury, Belial lunged upward with sheer will, driving the hidden blade toward her spine.
"You sanctimonious...!"
He never finished.
Something fell from the sky.
It did not descend gently.
A black streak tore through the smoke and dust with violent precision.
Claws, razor-sharp, dark and enormous, punched through Belial's skull from above.
There was a wet, brutal sound.
The talons pierced through his head and erupted from beneath his chin, lifting him slightly off the ground as momentum drove them deeper.
Belial's body froze.
The crimson blade in his hand flickered and vanished.
His eyes widened in shock.
"Wha..."
Blood spilled down the claws embedded in his skull.
Slowly, trembling his gaze lifted upward.
Towering behind him stood a monstrous figure clad in black exoskeleton, eyes glowing a predatory violet.
A shadow soldier.
Belial's lips parted faintly as realization dawned.
"…A shadow…"
Raven blinked. "Beru!"
The massive ant-like marshal inclined his head respectfully, claws still impaling Belial's skull.
"My Queen," Beru said, voice deep and vibrating with restrained violence. "This idiot attempted treachery."
His grip tightened slightly, and Belial groaned as bone cracked further.
Raven descended lightly to the ground.
She studied her brother.
Even now, impaled through the head, he was alive.
Demonic vitality clung stubbornly to him,
Belial's breathing came in wet, ragged pulls.
Raven's eyes darkened.
Then
They shifted, the violet faded.
Red took its place.
"I said you were not worth killing," she repeated softly.
Belial's remaining functional eye flickered toward her.
Her voice lowered.
"But."
She raised her hand.
Arcane circles formed instantly around Belial's suspended body, layers of it locking into place. Words rolled from her lips, language as old as Hell's throne.
Belial struggled weakly against Beru's claws.
"No.. Wait!"
The sigils contracted.
"This," Raven continued calmly, "is a fate worse than death."
The circles collapsed toward him.
Belial's body compressed, not physically at first, but spiritually. His essence was pulled from flesh, drawn into the center of the construct as his physical form disintegrated into ash.
His scream did not echo.
The light condensed
Shrank
Until only a small, dark gemstone hovered in Raven's palm.
Within it, a faint red silhouette clawed at invisible walls.
Raven closed her fingers around it.
The red glow dimmed.
Beru stepped back, kneeling slightly before her.
Raven extended the gem toward him.
"Take it," she said. "Throw it into the deepest pit of Hell."
Her gaze sharpened.
"And be careful of the great bird."
"He is no simple guardian."
Beru accepted the gem reverently in his massive claws.
"My liege has already eliminated that entity."
Raven paused.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"He did…what?!"
Beru's mandibles shifted in what might have been pride.
"The one called Abaddon resisted briefly but he could not match my liege's power."
A beat.
"And he no longer does."
For a second, Raven simply stared at him.
Then a quiet exhale escaped her.
"Of course…"
A faint smile touched her lips.
"He killed Abaddon…"
Her gaze softened briefly.
Then the red in her eyes faded back to violet.
"Go," she told Beru gently.
"Cast it there. Where no light reaches."
Beru bowed his head.
"As you command, my Queen."
With a powerful leap, the shadow soldier vanished into the sky, gemstone clutched tightly in his hand.
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