The burly man’s eyes flashed with anticipation, his muscles tensing like coiled steel as he shot forward in a blur of motion. The very air trembled, the space around him warping as his speed shattered the void in his wake. His massive hammer, now radiating a sinister black aura, combined with chaotic dark tendrils dancing along its surface.
With a roar, he swung the hammer down with terrifying force, aiming to crush the female expert into a bloody paste.
**BANG!**
The impact was deafening, as if the heavens themselves had been struck with fury however, as the dust settled, contrary to the burley man's expectations, his body laid bisected in the void. His two halves suspended in the air, filled with dark demonic Law. Slowly his flesh began to dissolve, corroding into a thick, bloody mist that drifted into the empty abyss. Yet, the female warrior stood unmoved, her posture perpendicular, domineering, her golden eyes cold and indifferent, not spearing the corpse a single glance.
With one fluid motion, she flicked her blade into the air, blood flying from its edge as she spoke, her voice commanding, reverberating with power. "I am Princess Lilith! Twelfth daughter of Demon God Ashen!" Her voice echoed like the ringing of a bell each syllable infused with her Demonic Law. "Mark this day, for a year from now it will be remembered as the anniversary of your deaths!"
From the sidelines, Khalifa's lips parted in awe, her small mouth forming a perfect 'O' as her eyes glinted with fascination. "Young Master Mael," she whispered, her voice soft, almost sultry, every word more seductive than the next, "Young Master Mael," the sound of her voice was like honey, sweet and thick, teasing the senses. "She's...magnificent. I need her." Khalifa could burly contain herself. A dark, alluring purple aura swirling around her petit form.
Young Master Mael, knowing all too well the depth of her abilities, watched her closely. Khalifa was one of the few who had mastered Desire and Emotion Will to such pure Laws, a mastery so rare it bordered on the divine. With a casual flick of his wrist, Mael stretched out his hand towards her, and an invisible force coiled itself around her, pulling her figure effortlessly to him, her body landing gracefully upon his broad shoulder, where she stayed, her aura flickering.
His eyes, however, remained fixed on Lilith, his expression hardening. "So," he said, his tone laced with biting sarcasm, "Not only do you wield Demonic Law, but you fancy yourself a prophet as well?" His brows furrowed with disdain. "To make such grand proclamations, as if you stand on a plane higher than I, Mael?" He let the words hang. "Because of your ignorance, your existence shall be reduced to nothing"
Without lifting a finger, as though dismissing her as unworthy of any real effort, an immense pressure descended upon Lilith. It was an overwhelming force, far beyond anything she had ever encountered—a crushing weight that made even the very air tremble. Lilith’s body screamed in agony. A low, guttural grunt escaped her lips as her bones groaned, shifting and creaking beneath the immense force.
“Gravity Law…” she spat through gritted teeth, coughing up a hand full of blood, her ribs feeling as if they might shatter at any moment. Yet, despite the agony coursing through her body, she refused to bend. Her knees trembled but did not buckle.
Mael’s voice was calm, devoid of emotion, “Such marvelous will,” he mused, his tone neither praising nor condemning. “Unfortunately princess, this will be your end.”
In that instant, his eyes ignited—a deep, menacing red, glowing with an ominous light. The air seemed to thicken, even Khalifa, who had been watching the spectacle with amusement, felt a cold shiver run down her spine as she shifted uneasily on Mael’s shoulder.
[Evil Eye]
The words hung in the air, as if spoken by some unseen force. A sharp, crimson beam shot forth from Mael’s glowing eyes, cutting through the void with terrifying speed. The very space around them seemed to distort as the beam hurtled toward Lilith, her vision blurred, but still, she stood defiant, every fiber of her being screaming in rebellion against the overwhelming force threatening to consume her.
"I guess I have no choice," she whispered. In an instant, her muscles shifted with blinding speed, large fangs grew from her mouth, her power growing, unleashing an explosion that shook the very fabric of the realm. A divine clash of lights followed, engulfing everything in its wake. Experts from miles away froze in their tracks, their gazes drawn toward the spectacle of power.
A torrent of blood-red energy clashing against a brilliant silver light, bathed in crimson hues with unimaginable force. affecting the realm in indescribable ways as it twisted, shattered, and distorted.
Then, the chaos began to vanish. The powers dimmed, surprisingly revealing only one figure amidst the debris of their battle.
"Isn't that Young Master Mael?" a random expert muttered in awe. His slick dark purple hair rippled as Chaos Law flickered around his muscular frame.
Not far from him, a petite figure hovered in the air. She shielded her eyes with her hands, using them like makeshift binoculars. Barely four feet tall, her short pink hair fluttered in the air, and a golden staff rested on her small back. To an untrained eye, she might seem like a child, out of place in such a deadly environment. But the male expert knew better. Despite her small size and adorable appearance, she was no ordinary girl her age probably doubling his.
"It's him! It's Young Master Mael!" she squeaked, her voice as sweet as her appearance. "Reality bends around him because of his power, distorting what we see. But nothing escapes my 'True Iris'!" She puffed out her tiny chest, clearly proud of herself.
The male expert ignored her antics, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And his opponent?" He ask.
The small expert’s playful demeanor suddenly vanished as a shiver ran through her. Her body lowered slightly as if weighed down by fear. "Sh-She's... a monster."
"But she's gone now! And besides if either one of us fought her, we'd probably win as well" She suddenly jumped up again, her voice ringing out with renewed energy, in that same irresistibly cute tone.
"Gone?" The man’s expression hardened, intrigued.
"Jah! During the clash, a hand appeared behind her—it took her away in an instant! It was so fast, I almost missed it!"
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The man's face grew more serious. "Who could possess enough power to intervene in a battle between gods?"
******
Mael stood silently, his gaze fixed on the empty space where Lilith had once been. "I suppose...neither of us are masters of the 'Prophetic Path," he murmured to himself, a low chuckle escaping his lips. Khalifa, however, was far from amused. The seductive air she usually carried was gone, replaced by furry. "What the Fuck!" She snapped, her voice shacking with frustration. Where did she go! How dare she run like a coward after talking so much trash! I deserve justice!" Khalifa stomped her feet on Mael's broad shoulder, venting her anger.
Mael's eyes shifted slowly towards her, his face calm yet exuding a chilling cold. Without a word, an invisible force began to form around Khalifa's perfect frame, freezing her in place. Her body was lifted effortlessly into the air, turning to face him. As their eyes locked, beads of sweat formed on her rose cheeks. The rage in her expression quickly dissolved, replaced by a timid, submissive one.
Slowly, Mael's large hand wrapped around her slender neck, Khalifa's pink eyes widened in terror as an unbearable weight seemed to crush her chest, as if a thousand mountains had descended upon her all at once.
Squeeze
Immense pain shot through Khalifa's body, and a shrill, high-pitched scream tore from her throat quickly fading away, her eyes rolling back. Then, just as slowly as he grabbed her, Mael released his grip. His cold voice cut through the air, "Woman, Know your place." Khalifa gasping for breath, managed to choke out a reply. Her once fiery demeanor reduced to naught, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-Yes, Young Master Mael, forgive this one for slighting you" her head facing low and her cheeks blushing red.
Satisfied, Mael folded his arms across his chest, his gaze returning to the distance. "Come, I refuse to let her escape" In an instant, Khalifa had regained her composure, settling herself gracefully upon Mael's shoulder. Without another word, the two vanished in a flash, leaving only a ripple in the air where they once stood.
A few moments ago, as Mother’s words echoed in the hearts of those experts devoted to the path of Order, a soft, tired sigh escaped both her lips. 'We have only one chance at this', she thought. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, both heads moving in perfect unison. With a mere thought, she unleashed her divine senses, spreading them across the battlefield like a vast net, capturing every detail within the span of a single breath. Her eyes flickered open briefly, absorbing the chaos below, before resuming their usual, unreadable calm. With a soft yet commanding voice, she called, “Abriel.”
Before the final syllable left her lips, Abriel materialized before her, hands clasped behind his back, bowing slightly. Though his form was that of a boy no older than a teenager, his sapphire eyes were deep, tranquil pools, betraying his youthful appearance.
“The time has come. Contact Lilith at once,” Mother ordered, her tone unwavering.
At her command, Abriel flicked his hand, summoning a large rectangular mirror into existence. Its golden frame, about four feet in length and was adorned with intricate runes and patterns. Instead of a reflection however, the mirror played a video of Lilith, slicing a burly man cleanly in half with effortless grace, her expression serene, almost arrogant.
For the second time in over a millennium, Mother smiled, as she watched Lilith's effortless domination. “It seems your niece has grown.”
At her words, Abriel, normally composed and indifferent, flushed slightly. Among cultivators of their level, it was rare for anything to stir their hearts. But Lilith, it seemed, was the exception for him.
“She has mastered the peak of Demonic Law,” Abriel said, his voice steady though pride gleamed in his eyes. “Also, her Silver Light Constitution has advanced beyond expectations no one in her generation can last ten moves against her.”
“Good,” Mother said, her voice filled with a quiet satisfaction. “She will be remembered, not just for her power, but for the role she will play in ending this war.”
For the briefest of moments, Abriel’s expression darkened, a flicker of unease passing over his face—an expression that did not escape Mother’s notice, She said nothing of it but pointed to the mirror’s projection.
“It seems she may be in some trouble.”
Abriel’s lips twitched into a slight smile, showing no concern. The mirror now revealed Mael, preparing to unleash the deadly attack upon Lilith. Abriel's smile widened, filled with amusement.
“There’s no need to worry,” he said, his confidence unshaken. “Lilith has always been… peculiar, sealing away much of her strength until she sees fit to release it. Right now, she’s only using twenty percent of her power. That young master—Mael, is it?—should prepare for his next destination, for the gates of Hades are already opening to receive him ha ha ha,”
His laugh rang out through the translucent dome, sharp and carefree. The other two figures, Titus, the red headed man and Seraphim, the brown skinned beauty, shook their heads and exchanged knowing glances. They were well aware of Abriel’s uncharacteristic joy when it came to his niece, so neither commented, allowing him to express himself how he sees fit.
“We cannot allow her to unleash too much of her power just yet,” Mother said, her tone cutting sharply through Abriel’s laughter, silencing it in an instant. “It may jeopardize our goal.”
“Yes, Mother,” Abriel replied, his voice laced with a hint of embarrassment. But in the blink of an eye, his demeanor shifted, a serious expression coating his face. Spatial Law pulsed around him, bending the fabric of reality with each breath he took. The space surrounding his figure seemed to ripple and warp as if the very air obeyed his command.
With deliberate slowness, Abriel extended his hand towards the mirror. His fingers, infused with the power of Spatial Law, pressed against the surface of the glass. The mirror’s golden frame hummed, its ancient runes glowing faintly as it responded to his will. He reached into the reflective surface, as though dipping his hand into another world.
In less than a fraction of a second, Lilith was wrenched from the battlefield, pulled seamlessly from her fight and into their realm. One moment she was surrounded by overwhelming power, and the next, she stood before them, her confused gaze fixed on Abriel.