Lucifer stood across from the bewildered angel. She stared deep into his eyes as his momentary confusion was replaced by the earlier arrogance. A sneer washed across his face and he began to speak, yet the moment he parted his lips, Lucifer exploded forward, using the kinetic energy she had siphoned from the Arrows to accelerate instantly.

Following the way she had first done a few weeks ago, she arrived slightly left of the angel, opposite from the side at which he held his spear. Once again Lucifer pressed her heels into the ground coming to a dead stop, channeling the kinetic energy into a lightning fast upward slash.

For a moment it looked like [First Light] Would bisect the angel from crotch to scalp, but only the trailing flames of the lightning fast strike managed to scorch a few strands of his long yellow curls.

With her sword still raised high, Lucifer took a heavy step forward, again channeling the kinetic energy her movements created into a mighty downward slash.

Instead of dodging backwards like the angel had for her opening strike, he chose to block Lucifer's slash with the shaft of his spear. The sneer on his face turned to wariness as the power of the blow forced his knees to buckle, though he managed to stay upright.

Lucifer and the angel stared into each other's eyes, as Lucifer's sword rested, stuck halfway in the shaft of his spear, having almost reached his face. Both of them were interrupted, when an arm landed a few meters away from them, slightly to the right, having been cut off from an orc that fell to the ground screaming. The orc was immediately silenced as another angel shoved the tip of their spear through the orcs neck, pinning him to the ground where he died after a few raspy gurgles.

Lucifer and the angel looked back towards each other. The angel now seemingly emboldened by his comrades' success, while Lucifer could only hope that the old smith steel fist would survive, because he was the only one that could forge swords for her.

The angle firmed his grip on the spear, before he lashed out with a strong forward kick which impacted Lucifer's midsection. Likely having expected that his kick would at least loosen Lucifer's grip on her blade, the angel tried wrenching their entangled weapons towards him, only for his grip to slip as Lucifer wrenched her sword downwards using the energy of his kick.

Her sword slipped through the shaft of the spear, cutting it the rest of the way, before skittering along the front of the angel's breastplate, only barely scratching the white paint.

Before Lucifer's return stroke could catch him from below, the angel's feet suddenly lit up with light before he seemingly teleported a few steps backwards.

Keeping eye contact, the angel felt along the tiny scratch in his armor, a deep frown crossing his face. With newfound disdain fueling his magic, he formed a new spear from the same yellow light that had earlier lit up his feet.

Lucifer watched as the angel began to twirl his spear, before the familiar yellow light began to seep from his skin, akin to ink in water.

Reacting to the cues the angel gave with his eyes, Lucifer parried a thrust that would have skewered her head, as the angel accelerated far faster than before. Thrust after thrust was redirected from her head as the angel let loose a flurry of stabs, so fast that they looked like streaks of light.

Lucifer felt herself fall into an all too familiar trance, as the flow of combat took her consciousness. Thrust after thrust was aimed at her head, which she parried without moving her feet. Every time their weapons connected, Lucifer stole kinetic energy which she stored in her core, which grew brighter and brighter with every parry.

Suddenly, deep in the flurry of blows, she saw her opening. The angel had just extended his body a tiny bit further than usual. Following the flow of his movement, Lucifer released some of the stored kinetic energy into his spear. But instead of blasting it away, she added it in the direction it was moving in anyway, causing the spear to pull the angel just a step forward.

As the weapon shot past the right side of her face, pulling the angel with it, Lucifer lowered her stance and slashed upwards right at the armpit, between his chest plate and his pauldron. Yet the moment the blade came into contact with the angels under armor, the sword buckled. Having been used to channel more kinetic energy than the blade could handle had warped its inner structure and heated up the steel. Instead of the masterclass of sword Lucifer had begun the fight with, all that impacted the angel's arm was a sword shaped piece of red-hot glowing metal, with the barest hint of an edge.

Lucifer just barely managed to tilt her body to the right side as the angel's knee came shooting upwards. With a liberal application of stored kinetic energy, she boosted herself backwards, until there was once again enough space between them for a moment's respite.

While the angel was busy examining the spot where he had been attacked, Lucifer looked at the now useless hunk of metal in her hands. She had been so absorbed in the thrill of a good fight, that she had failed to take note of her weapons state.

During the lull in their fight, Lucifer took a moment to observe her surroundings. The blood fields were drenched in their namesake, littered with the mutilated bodies of hundreds of orcs. Yet there were no angel corpses.

“Well, “almost” none.” Lucifer murmured to herself, as she looked at the still faintly glowing corpse of an angel with only one pair of wings. She could not really make out what they might have looked like, as the spot where their face used to be was only a fist shaped crater.

A few angel bodies with similar wounds formed a trail in the direction of the tent city, where more than the usual columns of smoke rose. At this distance Lucifer could observe the angels as they hovered in the sky, shooting their light arrows, or diving down weapons first, only to rise again moments later.

Lucifer sighed. The orc could handle themselves, Lucifer would stay here and finish her fun time.

Grabbing the last of the pre-made swords from the wagon, Lucifer turned her attention back towards the spear wielding angel. “Lets try this again” Lucifer said with a cocky smirk, trying to rile the angel up.

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She knew his type, cocky and self assured in their own superiority, but unused to being upstaged. She could see it in his sneer and the way he looked offended after having his armor scratched. And sure enough, he responded like she had expected.

“Don't get full of yourself mortal! You’ve not even-” In the middle of his speech Lucifer dashed toward him, going on the offensive.

She kept light on her feet, probing his defenses from multiple angles, all the while siphoning off more and more kinetic energy, from both his and her own movements. Anytime she would have carried momentum a few millimeters too far, she chose to absorb her own kinetic energy, immediately halting her movements, causing her footwork to become tighter and tighter, all the while her offensive became faster.

The angel had trouble keeping up with her offensive, his spear not as useful in such tight quarters. Though Lucifer had to admit, he was good. Being an angel he had probably been training for a while. If he did not keep any wings hidden, then he was likely a good 300 years old, and from his disciplined defense she surmised that he had been training for a good part of that.

Sadly, Lucifer's experience outshone his by multiple orders of magnitude, letting her exploit every tiny opening he left. Though the steel blade wasn’t sharp enough to cause any real damage, she still managed to batter his hands and fingers whenever they locked blades. As his spear wasn’t made from wood, but some weird form of hard light, her sword did not get caught on the shaft, instead sliding along its length and hitting his fingers. While they were clad in gauntlets, repeated impacts had left their toll, causing his grip to grow less and less sure.

Until, with a final exchange, where Lucifer parried a wide sweep over her head, she struck his wrist, causing the hand to let go of the spear. The momentum of his spear was too much to arrest with one hand, causing the spear to go wide, leaving his right side completely open.

Over the entire exchange, Lucifer had been absorbing kinetic energy wherever she could. Instead of redirecting it, or keeping it in her channels like she usually did, she had absorbed it into her core. Where usually a dim red star lazily turned, there was now a rapidly spinning, glowing hot ball of energy. Lucifer felt like her core was about to burst, but that was about to be remedied.

Raising her left leg high, she stomped forward with a heavy step which caused the ground to crack, as excess kinetic energy leaked from her body. With perfect form, Lucifer raised her sword high. From the hilt upwards, crimson flames ignited, causing the air around the blade to shimmer, while the wooden hilt of the sword began to smoke.

Inside Lucifer's core the glowing star rapidly stopped spinning, bleeding off kinetic energy into her channels, before erupting with a deluge of crimson mana which along with the kinetic energy began to flood Lucifer's channels. Guided by her intent, the volatile mixture of mana screamed through her channels, up her arms and through every tiny vessel into her muscles.

As if in slow motion, Lucifer watched the realization cross the angel's face as glowing red mana shimmered beneath her skin. Wherever the scalding mixture of mana traveled, her skin burst into flames. Until the mixture at last reached her hands, flowing into the sword.

Similar to the last time, a mouth opened up on Lucifer's neck, while her normal one was busy maniacally grinning. From the depths of her soul another name came forth, forced into the world through the mouth on her neck.

“Sunrise sword arts: Sky Splitter”

As the caustic mixture of energy reached the sword, Lucifer pulled downwards in a simple overhead slash. While her form was perfect, that alone would not have been enough to cause a new technique to be born. But with the added mixture of incredibly destructive fire mana and copious amounts of kinetic energy, the sword passed through the angel's right shoulder, all the way down to the hip, nearly bisecting him.

Barely a moment after her sword came to rest, the sonic boom followed.

As the angel's body collapsed to the ground, Lucifer had trouble with holding back her joy. She took a moment to look around, and seeing that no one was there to observe, she began to laugh.

Acrid black smoke escaped from her mouth, momentarily choking off her laughter, in far larger quantities than anytime before.

Yet the manic joy bubbling up inside Lucifer could not be contained, causing more and more mouths to open up all over her face and neck, which immediately joined in on the laughter.

The feeling that the final slash had brought up was indescribable. The euphoria of letting loose to such a degree was incredible. Never before had Lucifer felt this good about combat.

Her old world had only boring mortals, which could never really threaten her. The demons which populated hell were too scared to properly fight her, and the angels were boring automata. The only time she had properly exercised her power was the day she killed her father.

While this angel had been just barely enough to scratch the itch for a good fight, it had been more than she had ever had before. And with that came a craving for more.

A strangled cough pulled Lucifer from her almost orgasmic euphoria. Looking downwards, she beheld the form of the somehow still living angel.

From the right shoulder, almost straight downwards until just below the hip, the angel was neatly bisected. The edges of the cut were charred black and in some places still smoked, The armor that had been intended to protect from just such an attack was warped and melted at the edges.

At the spots where the armor was separated, strings of yellow light emerged, slowly moving across the destroyed area, moving like the arms of an octopus. Once they reached the separated strip of smoking flesh, they pierced into the meat and began pulling the separated bits together.

The angel whimpered in pain as his mutilated body was forced to move back together.

Lucifer crouched down next to the angel's prone form, looking into his hateful eyes.

“Well….” she began, speaking with dozens of mouths at once.

“To be honest I don't know what you targeted me for specifically, but thank you for the fight. That was the most fun I've had in millenia.”

The angel choked out a few wheezing breaths before he managed to answer.

“You fucking-” another chocked cough as golden blood spatterwed from his mouth “Abomination.”

“The Father will see to your destruction!” After almost screaming that last part, he descended once again into a coughing fit, spitting up golden blood.

Dozens of mouths began to laugh silently, while Lucifer wistfully responded. “Aaaahhhh. Music to my ears.”

“Don't think that this was for you, once the commander is done with those filthy orcs, you'll be next.” a mocking smile crossed his lips, showing his bloodstained teeth.

“Stop that.” Lucifer commanded, waving her hand.

With a painful jerk, the bands of golden magic that had started pulling at the angel's soul snapped, causing his soul to shoot back towards his dying body.

“Hrrkh!” The angel groaned, more golden blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

“You mean to tell me that there is someone even stronger here?” Just as the mocking gaze returned to the angel's eyes, it was replaced with confusion at the eager, almost anticipating smile on Lucifer's many mouths.

“Even better! And I said stop that!” Once again Lucifer waved her hand, Causing the new bands of golden magic to once again snap.

“What are you-” a look of abject terror crossed the angel's face as he finally realized why his spell wasn’t working, despite having stalled for enough time.

As Lucifer rose, she began to siphon heat from her core, into her right hand.

“If there is an even stronger person here, I have no more use for you. And I prefer my enemies to stay dead.”

The angel was trying to speak, probably to plead for his life, going by the desperate look in his eyes, yet a kick into his injured side caused him to break into another painful coughing fit.

In the palm of her hand a small red flame flickered to life, that rapidly changed colors, from red to orange, yellow and finally white.

The mouths on Lucifer's face and neck began to speak, everyone in its own separate language, from english to german and even mandarin, all the way to draconic and the orcish language. In different languages she spoke the same words, while the fire in her hands grew more and more intense.

“By my name as Samael. By my name as Lucifer. By my title as the light of dawn. By my authority. By cleansing fire. By the weight of your sins!”

[JUDGMENT]

The flame bubbled, before exploding downwards in a pillar of fire that destroyed the very air. His Hair was first, before his skin began to blacken and crack. His flesh began to char as the golden blood started to boil. The pristine white cloth of his under armor caught fire, before the chain mail below his plate started to melt. Everything either burnt or melted, until all that was left was a sickly yellow soul, that burnt just as easily as all the others before it and all the others that would follow.

All that remained was a circle of glass and a puddle of molten metal.