Hago held Colada with two hands as he stood on one knee.
"Where did you get these?" the Demon questioned, "I thought the Gods kept them after our sealing, but it seems they left them down here."
Confused at what the Demon had asked, Hago ignored him and lifted his blade to his face.
"What's your name?" Hago asked.
"Azrael." He replied, "And yours?"
Hago stood back up. "Hago," he answered.
Azrael smiled, threw Tizona at Hago, and cut Hago's left cheek.
As blood dripped from Hago's cheek, smoke appeared from Azrael's chest, and when the smoke vanished, so had the wound dealt with by Hago.
Hago vibrated, his body moving very fast, causing afterimages of himself to be created.
Azrael looked around.
A blood drop appeared on the floor, and instantly, Azrael rushed to the image of Hago in front of it, missing him.
Colada came flying toward Azrael. Azrael grabbed it with his other hand. And he turned around.
Hago teleported behind Azrael and looked at him; Azrael was gone.
Azrael looked around and realized he was forty miles up.
He started to descend back down at insane speeds.
Hago teleported up and used the momentum of the drop speed to punch Azrael in the stomach.
He teleported on top of Azrael's body, standing on him, and grabbed Tizona.
Azrael fell to the floor, causing a crater to be created in the ground. Hago teleported away from Azrael, not facing his direction.
"He was easier than I thought he'd be; his grip from the start was shocking. I couldn't break out of it." Hago said.
"Where are you going?" Azrael said as he stood in front of Hago again.
Hago got cut on his other cheek, making more blood dribble from him.
Once again, like earlier, smoke appeared around Azrael's body. Once it cleared up, he was healed.
Hago teleported away and cleaned the blood off his cheek.
"He must have some blood core ability." Hago thought, "He heals off the damage done to me, or am I overthinking it."
Azrael rushed toward Hago and passed right through him.
Hago turned around and cut his back as he went through and missed.
Azrael looked at the blood dripping from his back and lifted Colada.
Hago stared at him. "Now heal," he spoke.
Azrael rushed toward Hago and went through him again.
Azrael stood up and laughed. "It's crazy how Colada and Tizona fell in the hands of a man it can't be used on."
Hago pointed Tizona at Azrael, rested his shoulder back, and went into a one-handed sword stance. "So I was right, which makes this my win."
***
The Guardian walked around with a smile.
"Good evening, Guardian." an Angel said as they walked past him.
The Guardian bowed his head a little, returned the gesture, and continued to walk forward.
As he walked around the gates, he saw Angels passed out. He walked toward them in an attempt to ask what had happened.
With no response from them, he continued walking where he guessed the attacker would head.
He turned into a place he'd never seen before, a place that spawned from nowhere.
He saw a mysterious figure in the distance as he continued his path.
"Who-" he was about to say but instead decided to pull out his sword of light.
His hand touched the shoulder of the figure.
***
"You might not remember, but Takemikadzuchi showed us the abyss," Dachi said; when tempted, you looked away. Your light was too pure for what was beyond God's sight." Dachi removed his clothing, "But when I looked into it, I saw a world that was, let's say, liberation from slavery, no constraint in choice or action. To call it beautiful would be an understatement. I gazed for too long, and as one would say when you stare at something for too long... it stares back."
The Guardian thought briefly, recalling a conversation with Takemikadzuchi, but nothing came to mind.
"You must be trying to remember right now about him and if he's done anything I speak of, but he isn't the Thunder God for no reason." Dachi chuckled.
Dachi picked up his blade again and raised it to his face. "Let's see if I still got it."
The Guardian felt his spine tingle, and without wasting any time, he summoned his angels toward Dachi.
"KILL HIM," he screamed.
As thousands of Angels appeared and gathered atop Dachi, who stood there with no sign of running, it got quiet.
The Guardian grabbed his ears. He looked at his nose dripping blood.