"Trigon, I have come to bargain,"

The words resounded across Hell and Trigon's kingdom.

Trigon raised his head, meeting the eyes of the creature that dare to intrude into his realm.

He could recognize the creature, the radiant wings that glowed brightly against the crimson sky. The divine power flooding Hell, dominating against all evil. This creature was something that stood against was he was.

This creature was good.

Yet the eyes that gazed at him as if he was an insect, the wild grin of a frenzied beast. The very aura that radiated from the creature was similar to his. One that fought only to satisfy its boredom, one that saw destruction as pure joy.

Its eye held no fear towards him.

All creatures including those that called themselves his creature feared him. They all feared the Evil.

In the many universe he conquered, some fought him courageously, some covered in fear begging for mercy. Yet they all feared him, never quenching his thirst. Eons of conquest, of pure destruction, his thirst for evil has never quenched once. All of it became nothing but a chore.

Yet the creature dare to barge into his Kingdom!

The very courage to stand against him excited him, his blood pumping. It been many centuries since he had seen that gaze. The very challenge boiled his blood.

This brought a new sensation to his never ending thirst. His lust for violence flared as this was something he lacked in the recent millennia, an opponent to face. One that would not fear him, one that would not kneel, one that would not surrender.

One that he would enjoy breaking!

How he had forgotten this exhilarating feeling of lust?

The creature grinned, pointing its fingers and asking him to come.

Such arrogance to provoke him!

Trigon decided to answer, instantly arriving before the creature. He arrived before the creature that was only his knee height. His gigantic body loomed above him. He enjoyed looking down on his prey.

The creature tilted its head, smiling. It extended its arms out, summoning back its weapons. The very spear that broke through his realm appeared back at his hand, smaller.

"What are you?" He questioned, curious.

"?????," the creature, dubbing itself ?????, answered. {Name him!}

...

Zion gazed at the giant before him,

However, he could care less about Trigon now. He had already found what he came here for. The little girl chain in darkness. Trigon was trying to erase her good by amplifying her evil.

But to reach her, he would have to beat the greatest evil in the multiverse. He had already given a beating to destruction, Darkside, while being Magic. It should be easy as he was now physically an arch angel.

Anyhow, he need to be nice.

"Hand over Raven or die," He asked nicely.

Trigon answered Zion with his fists. The punch defied all conservation of law and instantly arrive before him. Zion responded to the punch by slightly lifting his spear, halting the fist dead in it tracks.

Seeing his punch being stopped in an instant, Trigon grinned in ecstasy.

He hadn't met a challenge in years. He raised his other fist and punched out, placing his full force behind that punch. The fist ablaze with hellfire. Zion sense the power behind the punch and took a step behind, leaving a projection and arrived a hundred meters away from Trigon. He watched as the projection turned to ash under the hellfire.

Trigon turned to him with blazing eyes, shooting two pillars of flames. Zion conjured a fire extinguisher to combat the hellflames. The flames continued for a moment more, yet they could not reach Zion and his fire extinguisher. The Hellfire, which could normally melt souls, fizzled out with a hiss.

Zion grinned, giving the extinguisher a little shake before tossing it aside.

Trigon noticing that his attacks have been of no effect, roared. A powerful shockwave rippled across hell. Trigon's form began to grow, casting a shadow on hell. His six eyes ablaze, flames erupting from the cracks of his skin.

Zion didn't just watch his transformation of occur as he pointed his spear at the Devil. At the tip of Destiny, power began to gather at a singularity. The full force of the rage, fear, greed and sorrow, absorbed from the Hell below. The lights surged with black flames of Death as it condensed into a singular point.

Trigon completed his transformation, his figure now gigantic. Zion was like an ant compared to the titan. Yet he kept the Destiny pointed towards him.

*ROOOOAAR!*

He let another roar, now in full form and power.

"I am Evil-

"And I am bored," Zion cut Trigon's momentum with a concentrated blast to his face.

Rest of the Trigon's monologue drowned under the fire. Zion was not in the mode to hear a monologue and he is the only one who was worthy to monologue. The beam lasted for a hot moment before Trigon got annoyed and slapped it away.

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The Devil was someone more powerful than Darkside, his avatar, his reality warping powers were on a different level. Moreover, Zion was in his plane.

"You dar-"

*Booom*

Another energy beam landed straight into his mouth. Bullseye!

The Devil was pissed as he bit down, destroying the beam. The light dissipated into partials, yet before it could vanish, Zion willed them. The particle condensed back into a steel lock that sealed Trigon's face, halting him from speaking.

Which again, Trigon tore with his pure force.

"Stop playing, and fight me," Trigon's roar in fury.

The small creature was annoying him.

"Okay," Zion answered, his figure blurring.

In the next moment he arrived before Trigon, his hand holding the spear like a bat. He took the swing before Trigon could react. The spear buried into Trigon's face, a shock ripple shaking Hell with pure force.

Trigon shot out like a rocket,

Zion's body turned into light, catching up the flying devil in an instant. Zion grinned as he met the eyes of the Blazing fury. He shook his finger at his gaze, chiding the child, increasing the anger in the evil incarnate.

Trigon furious, punched out, his fist carrying all his power.

Zion avoided it with ease before catching his hand and pulling him closer. He got close into his personal space before he punched out. Trigon's body curved as the punch travel though his neigh-indestructible body.

Trigon, for the first time in eons of his birth felt a force rock his world.

The punch filled with pure power left an echo in the eternal kingdom for year to come.

Trigon again whistle through Hell, crossing many levels and crashing straight into his kingdom. His body dug into the ground. The shock from his impact cracked the already damaged foundation of his castle.

Zion waited,

Trigon climbed out of the ground, his massive figure emerging with little to no damage to his body. Trigon looked pissed to all hell. His six eyes now blazed even more as his energy grew more and more. He was finally getting serious.

Yet Zion just snorted, flipping his spear over his shoulder casually.

"Y'know, I have been preparing for this fight for a while now," Zion spoke his mind. "Yet, I am deeply disappointed."

Zion slashed his spear forward, a single fluid motion. The blade cut through concept space and time reaching Trigone in an instant. Trigon in his massive form barely had time to react as the edge of the spear cleaved through his cheek, golden light sizzling against his demonic flesh. A deep gash appeared across his face, blood spilling out.

The devil was surprised, his hand to touch his burning cheeks. Molten blood wet his fingers. In Eons, this was the first time he had bled. His fury only increased more. He roared again, sending a shockwave that send his troops tumbling down.

Zion saw his antics, changed Destiny's form. It changed from a black spear to gauntlets that extended to his shoulders. The black gauntlets fused with his fists as the golden ruin on his body integrated into them.

He was now ready to pummel the devil.

Zion didn't wait for Trigon to attack as he plunged down into hell. His wing radiant as his formed turned to nothing but lightning. And his lightning rod was Trigon. Trigon saw the attack coming and crossed his arm, using his reality warp to strengthen the space around him.

Yet, Zion was like a bullet through glass, his fist connected like a heavy hammer. The punch straight up broke Trigon's arms, pummeling him into the ground. Zion didn't let ups as arc of light appeared in the sky as he rose up and punched down.

His punching speed increased with each moment, accelerating beyond the concept of speed as it bypassed Trigons defense and pushed him further and further into the ground. The demons who watcher their kings being beaten so hard thought that they would be jobless from then.

Zion, however, was treating Trigon very different from Darkside. Killing Darkside would give them at least a decade before he rebirth. However, Trigon was an embodiment of Evil itself. He was a concept that could not be erased with normal means. Even this beating level of beating would only take a moment for him to recover.

So, Zion pulled no punches and gave Trigon all his fury. His annoyance at the memories from the Nightmare. He took out all his frustration on Trigone. Trigon tired to use his power to escape but each of Zion's punches halted his powers. He reality alteration halted, his mana froze, even his aura was being sliced.

"Thank you, Trigon," Zion commented, his fist still burying Trigon deeper. "Thank you, for being my punching bag."

He gave a punch that was accelerated to its limit.

The ground crumbled as they came through the other side of Trigons Kindgom. Trigons face was covered in blood, his flesh sizzling due to divinity. Zion stopped his attack and he summoned destiny into a different form.

"Spirit Spear Chastiefol, Forth Form: Sunflower,"

A multicolored sunflower bloomed in Hell, it brightness like the new dawn. Its hundred petals were a beauty that was not found in hell. Its brightness gave new light to Trigon's kingdom. Yet Trigon was not feeling none of it. The power that was gathered by the flower was enough to blow a hole though creation.

Trigon summoned all his power, hardening space and freezing time. He used his reality warping to the limit. His dark aura covered him like an armor. He also gathered his powers into his eyes. He would fight against the beam that would try to destroy him.

Zion didn't care as he added his divinity into the fray and blasted.

The beam instantly swallowed Trigon, its power burning every molecule of his body to nothing. Trigon's agonizing screams filled the hellish kingdom and the nine circles of hell. The rulers of hell looked out from their quarters, their shock visible in their eyes.

Zion didn't wait to witness Trigon's defeat. He vanished, reappearing instantly in the inner chambers of Trigon's castle. The halls were silent, save for the faint echoes of his steps. The demons that once patrolled were nothing more than smears of blood on the walls—unable to even register his speed before being obliterated.

He stopped before an ordinary door and kicked it open with a resounding *crash*.

The room beyond was pitch black, not a single trace of light. Zion stepped inside, his senses locked onto the presence he sought.

*Grrr…*

A low, guttural growl echoed from the darkness. Suddenly, something lunged at him. Zion's hand shot up, gripping the creature by the throat mid-air. The demon spawn—its skin a crimson red, four eyes glowing faintly—scratched at his hand, desperate to free itself. After several futile attempts, it ceased struggling, realizing its power was useless against him.

With a snarl, it commanded the dark energy surrounding the chamber to strike. Tendrils of malevolent force lashed out, but they disintegrated before even touching Zion. He stood there, unmoved, staring into the creature's eyes, waiting.

Minutes passed before the demon finally stopped resisting, its ferocity replaced with a cold stare. Zion smirked, seeing it now as nothing more than a defiant child. Compared to Trigon, she was merely a shadow of his menace.

Zion raised his free hand and flicked her forehead. The simple gesture sent a shock through her entire body, triggering something within. Slowly, her monstrous form receded—six eyes became two, red skin faded to grey, and her immense strength diminished. Though the darkness within her still lingered, Zion could sense the faint trace of humanity reemerging. He'd deal with that corruption later.

Time, however, was running short.

Without hesitation, Zion vanished from the room and appeared outside the castle. Summoning Destiny in her spear form, he activated the Starheart, opening a green portal just as his watch's timer began to tick down.

His transformation faltered, returning him to his human form.

"Did you think you could escape me?" Trigon's voice boomed from behind.

Zion spun around, raising Destiny just in time to block a torrent of flames. His concentration broke, and the portal behind him flickered and snapped shut.

"Destiny, connect to Kara! Kara Zor-El!" he commanded, barely able to keep the inferno at bay.

But before he could react, the spawn in his grasp struck. A black raven exploded from her chest, diving straight into his soul.

Zion's concentration shattered, and the protective shield around him fell. Trigon's flames surged forward, engulfing him. With the last ounce of his strength, he encased the demon spawn in a cocoon of energy, as Destiny finished closing the portal behind him.

In the next instant, Zion was thrown out of Hell, hurled through the collapsing green portal.