"Ha! That's what you get for messing with us!" Lucifer gloated, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thought you were something special, huh?"
"Yeah, who's the trash now?" Belial added, a wicked grin stretching across his face.
The Satans reveled in their apparent victory, their taunts and jeers echoing through the air. They were certain that Fein had been crushed under the weight of their combined power.
Unlike the other Satans, Lucifer and Beelzebub looked at the swirling clouds of dust with a hint of apprehension. They exchanged a knowing glance before simultaneously conjuring their most devastating spells. Lucifer formed a pulsating sphere of dark energy, a soul bomb, in his hand, while Beelzebub gathered the chaotic energy of the abyss, shaping it into a destructive ray of pure destruction.
