One swing of Seth’s sword sent hundreds of wailing ghosts to the afterlife. The light it emitted chased after the phantasms like an unstoppable plague released within a crowd. It was so bad than Alastar was struggling to catch specimens.

“Switch to the scythe, damnit. You’re killing them too fast.”

“Yes, this is kind of boring,” Seth nodded. “Hey ghosts, where is your evil leader?”

“You’re the evil one!” they cried in unison. “Our boss is at the base of Beelzebub Peak. Go find him and just leave us alone!”

“But… I must cleanse you.”

“No! F**k off and leave us be!”

Seth was confused. From the fantasy tales he read as a kid, he knew for sure ghosts were trapped souls that longed for release. ‘Maybe their leader is controlling them?’

“Fine! We will release you from the demon’s influence first. Just know that if you want us to cleanse you afterwards, you’re gonna have to ask.”

“We won’t!”

“How do you know it’s a demon?” asked Alastar while punching a ghost into one of his vials.

Seth shrugged. What else could it be?

After grabbing his steed’s fluffy tail, the knight dragged his way further into the mountains. Fortunately, there was sufficient space between the peaks for them to walk unimpeded. They could have also flown, but where was the fun in that?

“Maybe their leader is an animal spirit like a fluffy bear,” said Momo after recovering from his fright. While the others were walking, he was jumping from tree to tree to keep a lookout.

“Or, maybe it’s an immortal vampire, so I can suck its blood,” said Alastar before laughing manically.

“Evil must be banished,” Seth said while swinging his mace. It accidentally struck the tree Momo was on destroying its trunk and making the leaves rot from the inside.

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“Careful!” shrieked the squirrel.

“Yeees,” a low voice, similar to Alastar’s, was heard. “Do be careful.”

Suddenly, the ground in front of them collapsed. Flames burst out followed by a large winged devil. It was red from head to toes, naked like the day it was born, with a pointy tail and a trident in one of his hands.

“Die!” it growled before shooting a wave of poison towards the mage and the pixie.

“Think this is the boss?” asked Seth.

“He will make an excellent test subject.”

The poison wave melted the nearby trees forcing Momo to jump for his life and hide behind his master. Fortunately, the mace Seth had placed in front of them was so deadly even the devil’s poison avoided it like the plague.

‘Guess dragon mace beats devil poison,’ Alastar mumbled while scribbling in his book. “Seth, could you knock him out without killing him?”

“I’m already dead, you fools! I am Eligos, commander of 60 demon legions. I…”

Seth’s mace smacked the crown of his head sending the Great Duke of Hell back to where he came from.

“Can I have one of those weapons?” Alastar asked.

“Nope.”

“You evil swine!” cried the devil. “You shall pay for your disrespect!”

Soon, hundreds if not thousands of naked demons poured out of the flaming sinkhole. In response, Seth took out all of his magical weapons and climbed onto his steed. The legendary battle between good and evil was about to begin.

Except…

Back in Blueberry Grove, Bratley the dragon was having a stomach ache. For a few days now, the ancient creature was feeling restless.

‘It’s like I’m missing something. Could it be?’

The dragon scanned his stomach finally realizing his blunder. “I gave that asshole legendary weapons!?” he growled so loud that a flock of storks went unconscious and fell from the sky.

“S**t.” While catching the falling birds, Bratley cursed under his breath. ‘The hero’s sword, the poison king’s mace, the actual reaper’s scythe… Gods damnit!’

After smacking his stomach violently, the dragon spit out a pile of artifacts. He carefully separated the good ones from the trash before chanting a certain spell.

‘He better not have reached Yuki. Exchange!’

Thousands of miles away, within the Devil’s Mountains, an actual Devil and his army of minions were staring down a single pixie, a mage, and a squirrel. Suddenly, the magical weapons Seth was controlling were replaced by cheap knockoffs.

“…What the hell just happened?” asked Alastar. The twelve new floating weapons weren’t even rare grade. Some of them were rusted or cracked.

“How should I know?” said Seth.

“Do you have any other weapons?”

“Nope.”

“Any other tricks up your sleeves?”

“Yes.”

The mage let out a breath of relief.

“But, against a demon army…”

The mage took back his breath. The devils were aproaching, their tridents poking the air and their junk swinging.

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?”

“Who cares?” Seth shrugged before grinning. “At least we’ll go down with a fight.”