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"If you plan on facing him... then just be careful." Blaze's voice was quiet, weighted with centuries of hard-won wisdom. "That is all I will say. Neron was already the most powerful demon in our generation. He has made multiple contracts with people from Earth, and each contract has made him stronger beyond imagination. Now that he has made a contract with all demons... he is something else entirely."
She paused, her gaze meeting Jason's with a mixture of respect and genuine concern. "I do not doubt you. You have fought against the First of the Fallen... and won. However... I urge you to be careful."
Jason inclined his head, acknowledging the warning with the gravity it deserved. "Indeed. You're right. I thank you for coming to warn me, and I appreciate it." His expression softened slightly, an unusual warmth "If you find yourself in need of a place... my home is open to powerful people like you. Even if you've lost your demonic side, I know you're still special."
Blaze nodded, a flicker of something gratitude? surprise? crossing her features before she rose from her seat. "Thank you for the offer. I might take you up on it." She moved toward the exit, then paused. "Now... I'll bid you farewell."
The door closed behind her, leaving Jason alone with Mazikeen in the dimly lit booth . The former Queen of Hell regarded him with a look that mixed amusement and something darker, more possessive.
"I brought you here to help with a civil war," she said, her voice a low purr. "But to think you'd be placed in such a situation... facing angels, fallen angels, death itself." She shook her head slowly. "Crazy, when you think about it."
Jason shrugged, unbothered. "Indeed. I didn't expect any of it...However" A slow, confident smile curved his lips. "I don't hate it. I've gotten the opportunity to become stronger because of it."
He turned toward the door, his posture shifting into that of a man preparing for battle. "Besides, a promise is a promise. Now I'm heading out." He glanced back at her over his shoulder. "Time to make you a Queen."
"Wait."
Her voice stopped him cold. Before he could turn fully, she had closed the distance between them. Her hand caught his arm, spinning him back to face her, and then her lips were on his—deep, demanding, and searing with an intensity that stole the breath from his lungs.
The kiss went on, a claiming and a surrender all at once. When she finally pulled back, her dark eyes were burning with an unholy fire.
"I never thought things would turn out like this," she breathed, her voice husky and raw. "The demon nature in me... actually lowering herself to someone else." A laugh, half-disbelieving, escaped her. "But I don't care anymore. I want you."
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. "So go out there. Win my position as the Queen... and your position as the King. Then take me to our castle... and let's fuck like rabbits."
Jason blinked, genuinely caught off guard by the raw, unfiltered declaration. For once, the ever-confident warrior was speechless.
"Wow," he finally managed, a laugh of his own escaping him. "That's... a bit unexpected."
Mazikeen's smile was all sharp edges and promise. "You should expect more. I may not be a succubus, but I am one very horny demon who just found someone who can satisfy her." She released him with a final, lingering stroke of her fingers down his chest. "Go on. Win... and take me."
Jason's shock melted into a grin of pure, anticipatory hunger. "All right then." He turned toward the door, but this time his stride held a new kind of purpose. "Well now... I've got something to look forward to."
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Neron and Jason stood across from one another at the center of the arena, the distance between them feeling heavier than any battlefield Jason had ever stepped onto. The stone beneath their feet was cracked and scorched from previous battles, yet now it felt untouched, as if even Hell itself was holding its breath. Millions of demons filled the colossal stands, but not a single one dared to shout, jeer, or even whisper. This silence was not commanded. It was instinct.
They watched each other carefully, not with hatred, but with calculation. Neron's posture was relaxed, hands loosely at his sides, his presence steady and overwhelming like a deep ocean that hid its true depth. Jason felt it immediately. This was different from Satan. Different from Azrael. This power was not violent or suffocating. It was persuasive, heavy with intent, layered with the will of countless beings pressing down on him.
At last, Neron broke the silence.
"Human," he said calmly, his voice carrying without effort across the vast arena. "Why do we fight each other?"
Jason's eyes narrowed slightly, though his stance remained firm. "Because we are enemies. Both seeking the right of succession. That much is obvious."
Neron inclined his head a fraction, acknowledging the answer. "I understand that much. But you are different." His gaze sharpened, studying Jason not as an opponent, but as a variable. "You have no true claim to Hell. No lineage born of these lands. And yet you stand here, stronger than most who do."
He took a single step forward, not aggressive, but deliberate.
"I see no reason for us to clash," Neron continued. "You are reasonable. Measured. Not driven by blind ambition like the others. So let me offer you something better than bloodshed."
Jason remained silent, listening.
"I will bind myself with a soul promise," Neron said. "I will never set foot on Earth. Never extend Hell's influence there. In exchange, you forfeit this fight and allow me to claim the Key. Hell's war is not with humanity. It never needed to be."
His eyes softened, just slightly.
"You are strong. Admirable. I would rather call you an ally than crush you as an enemy."
The arena remained utterly silent.
Jason stared at him for a long moment, searching his face, feeling the weight of the countless demon contracts humming beneath Neron's skin. He understood the danger now. This was not a tyrant's offer. It was a king's.
Then Jason spoke.
"No."
The single word echoed louder than any roar.
Neron's brows lifted, not in anger, but mild surprise. "I see," he said after a pause. A small smile formed, calm and unreadable. "Then there is nothing left to discuss."
He straightened, power beginning to rise around him like a tide answering the moon.
"Shall we?"
Jason nodded, cursed energy flaring as his stance shifted, sharp and ready.
"Yes," he replied simply.
And with that, the silence shattered as Hell itself prepared to witness its final clash.
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