He smiled when he saw the white covering the roof of the castle. Gone was Samael's heat as Asmodeus walked toward the castle with steady footsteps.
His boots clinked against the stone floor. His once black coat transformed into a long white coat that dragged out behind him.
His clothes transformed into silver armour. Asmodeus had never felt more like a king than at this moment.
Asmodeus looked at Samael at his feet. The ex-king of Hell glared at him with such hate that he shivered. Even now, he feared Samael's fire powers.
As he bent down to his level on the stone floor, he stared into his fiery eyes with his own cold ones.
Samael spits out dark blood, saying, 'You'll never be the true king of Hell.'
Asmodeus smiled, as he grasped the crown from his head. As the rubies froze under his touch, he placed the white crown on his head and said, 'But I already am.'
With that, he shot to his feet and kicked Samael with such force, that he flew ten feet away. He withered on the floor, groaning in pain as Asmodeus called out, 'Be gone, you old fool! Hell has a new ruler and doesn't need you anymore.'
Samael's last vision of Asmodeus was his many coats flapping behind him as he entered Hell- his home, his domain, his kingdom.
His fire burned fiercely within his blood, eyes aglow with hatred and anger. He stood up steadily, staring up at the castle.
Blood from his broken nose dripped to the white-covered floor as he vowed to himself that he would rule Hell once again.
No matter what it took, he would give up his life to win this battle. But he would win this fight at all costs. It was a matter of Samael- or, in this case, Lucifer's pride.
Hell was all he had, he couldn't lose it too.