Borash stood over Elijah, his acid drool melting through the last traces of the hero's armor.

"You have lost, hero; my armies shall pass through the portal. Watch, and know you have failed."

Demons continuously swarmed past the duo, screaming and chattering as they went. The portal loomed in front of them, no wider than a large dog, but slowly growing. Their thirst for blood, made only stronger by the blood-red walls ever present in their cave-like home, would soon be satiated.

Elijah could not allow them.

"I would not be so smug if I were you." His legs began to melt. "There is more good in the world than you could ever have nightmares of. You will be sealed back into your dungeon."

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"And what makes you think that? Humans are corruptable, and even when they aren't..." Balthazar leaned forward, dripping his saliva on Elijah's chestplate. "They all die eventually."

The acid ate through Elijah's armor. Time was running out.

"Be that as it may, Lord of Trickery, you underestimate me. I also have a trick or two up my sleeves."

With that, he pressed a red gem in the pommel of his sword and threw it. It went flying. Past the hordes, through some winged demons, it surpassed them all and escaped hell before any demon could.

"What did you do?!" shouted Borash, before looking down and realizing he was shouting at a pile of goo. It was in the shape of a crucifix, due to how Elijah was laying. He swiped the hero's remains aside and howled with anger. Beelzebub would not be pleased.

The portal needed time to grow before he could escape. But he couldn't wait that long...

"Find that sword!" was the last command the demonic legions heard as they poured into our world.