FLAP! The devil expanded his wings, spinning mid-air and landing feet-first on the skeletal hell gate, growling as his face healed. "Damned wizard," He glared at Merlin with rage, "I will decorate my throne with your skin!"
STAB! As the devil stared forward with rage, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He turned to see Jack smiling, stabbing him with a wakizashi. "You bastard!" He growled, feeling his insides burn as the blade glowed.
CRACK! Jack pushed the wakizashi deeper into the devil's back, "There is a shred of holy magic in this blade. Wonder if it hurts."
The devil grunted. The magic was weak but potent. He could instantly recognize the symbol carved into the blade's leather handle. The blazing sun of the east, the inevitable eclipse of the end.
The symbol of the goddess of the Dusk and down. The red sun, and the eclipse, Amaterasu. "The lady's foster mother, to this I wouldn't fall, never!" He growled, grabbing Jack by the neck and jumping into the hell gate.
