Kael stood over the corpses of thousands of demonic beasts, all of which were ripped to shreds. While Aris on the other hand was watching from afar on a floating icicle.
"This isn't a theatre back home your majesty. We're in the middle of a war!" Kael yelled in annoyance.
"Well, I'm trying to preserve my energy for important battles." He said nonchalantly.
His response only seemed to piss Kael off even more.
"And what is it that I'm doing?"
"Trivial labour."
"You son of a-"
Before Kael could finish, a sudden shift in the air alerted him. A noticeably larger presence emerged, overshadowing the rest of the demons.
On a hill in the distance stood a skeletal figure radiating incredible force. It's skull-like visage was crowned with obsidian black-horns and deep violet eyes that flicker like flames. His titan-like body was cloaked in tattered, crimson robes that ripple like shadows, and in its right hand was a massive obsidian great sword.
Grim's presence was undeniable, instantly garnering the attention of the two kings. Raising his great sword like it was nothing, he challenged them.
'My army wouldn't be able to slow them down in the slightest' Grim thought.
So, he decided opting for a full-frontal assault would be most efficient.
"I see that he's decided to attack us head on." Kael said enthusiastically.
"Please don't rush in by yours-" Aris was cut off.
Kael instantly rocketed towards Grim, leaving a massive crater in his wake.
Sigh
"Why is he always like this? I'm a king, not a babysitter."
Multiple sonic booms erupted as Kael flew through the air, catching Grim off guard.
"Dammit!" Grim roared raising his sword in defence.
Kael's fist slammed right into the great sword, giving a resounding shockwave that collapsed the hill beneath their feet. While sending the general flying back several miles.
Grim regained his composure, his eyes widening as he inspected the dent in his sword.
"Impossible, a mortal shouldn't be capable of such a thing."
Kael, standing confidently, tilted his head.
"So, you're death?"
BADUMP
BADUMP
Somehow Kael was right behind the sovereign end. Startled he swung his blade at him.
However, Kael chuckled, catching the swing between his claws.
"If I kill you will people stop dying? Or is it that you can't die." The king asked in a mocking tone.
This infuriated the personification of death, to be humiliated by a mere mortal.
"Enough of this farce!"
Then a massive amount of Qi suddenly concentrated within his throat as his violet eyes flickered.
"Huh?"
A red beam of pure energy shot forth at Kael. He instantly let go of the blade, leaping backwards and using both arms as a guard. The attack pushed him back, severely scorching his skin and rattling his bones.
"Hmm, not bad for a skele-"
Surrounding Kael were hundreds, if not thousands of void blasts permeating through the air.
In an instant Kael was hit non-stop by waves of them. With each and every strike his defences faltered, bones began to crack and flesh destroyed.
AAAAAAAAAGH
After the onslaught he fell to the ground battered. His skin singed, and body drained.
Grim leaped forward, his blade in hand.
"Now know your place mortal!"
But before her could get in the final strike a beam of cold Qi intercepted him. Going right through his chest before spreading across his body, entrapping Death in a prison of ice.
"You really are hopeless, aren't you?" Aris remarked.
"You ruined the surprise." Kael grunted before getting up.
"Surprisingly the king of beasts is a good actor." Aris chuckled.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
'What's happening? I'm death and they're men'
Grim thought to himself starstruck.
"I will not be looked down upon."
The Ice entrapping him suddenly began to crack, scattering into tiny particles which he absorbed.
The two were instantly alerted by this display, getting their guard up.
"You're cold Qi needs work." Kael stated.
"Well, I didn't expect this much from him."
He instantly lunged towards Aris, about to split him in half before the two could react properly. Kael sped towards him to get in the way, but was met with his skeletal arm wide spread.
"Rot."
The initial attack was a setup for the stronger of the two.
'So that's his game' Kael realized.
"Like hell I'll play your game." Aris yelled.
An ice barrier formed, protecting Kael from the touch of death, but at a cost. The blade had swung right at him, cutting him right down the middle.
"YOU BASTARD!"
Kael broke through the ice, crashing right into Grim and slamming him into the ground. Then he proceeded to beat him non-stop, punch after punch, bash after bash. Not giving him any room to retaliate.
Cracks were visible on the generals' body, as his strength gradually left him. Still, he was grinning.
"What the hell are you laughing about?"
Then the sound of millions of bony feet could be heard across the land. Titanic gusts of wind came forth as gargantuan dragons filled the skies. An army marched forward with giants and necromancers.
Kael seeing this stood up, facing the army.
"You really think weak summons like this will do you any good?"
Without a response Grim outstretched his arm.
"This ends now."
BADUMP
BADUMP
BADUMP
Kaels' heart under immense pressure, began to swell. Veins bulged grotesquely, and with a sickening pop, it burst, sending a spray of blood and tissue against the inner walls of his chest.
His body convulsed violently, blood pouring into his body indiscriminately. He fell to one knee, spouting blood as his vision went hazy.
Grim watched with a sense of satisfaction.
"Now is this ironic or flat out obvious? Mortal kind can never best death."
The armies marched closer, drawing the attention of nearby angels. But they were nothing but fodder in the face of the army. Their cries of anguish in face of being crushed and torn apart were a delightful symphony to the king of death.
"It's a wonderful time to be alive, isn't it?"
The summons eventually reached their lord, while surrounding the second king. Their spears poised towards his fallen form, about to rip him apart. The necromancers had spells to weaken him, and the giants were itching to get a taste of his flesh.
Kaels' heartbeat had gone silent, his breaths empty and his mind blank.
"Go to hell." He said with the last of his strength.
"But I just left." Grim replied, smug as ever.
"Enough of this, end him."
The soldiers launched their spears towards his neck, the mages cast their spells, and the giants rushed in for a meal.
BADUMP
BADUMP
BADUMP
A heartbeat resounded in his chest. It was a miracle, his vessels were being held up in a precise manner, as blood was being drawn and exchanged between them, allowing blood to flow.
The foundation of all martial arts is the flow of Qi through the veins, and true master would be able to perfectly feel the exact directions that Qi flow. Theoretically meaning that a true master would be able to replicate the function of the heart as well. Kael, used his last bits of energy to facilitate this artificial circulation.
He then raised his head high, seeing the army coming at him.
"Fuck off."
He snapped his fingers, and instantly a massive burst of energy encapsulated him, before spreading out like an atomic blast.
Instantly wiping out the army surrounding him and reducing them to dust, flattening the terrain around him.
He then stands up, his body battered and beaten, but the look in his eyes was undeterred.
"H-H-How?" Grim roared in discontent.
"Because, I am me." He spoke in a befuddled manner.
There was a pause.
"Going against that was your first mistake."
"Slicing Aris was your second."
"And letting me live was your third."
This left the king of death stupefied.
Grim was barely standing, the impact of the force being so great his body was already crumbling. His sword was his only support, but he still had one more trick up his sleeve. Rasing his left hand and snapping his fingers.
Dark chains, twisting and convulsing, emerged. Binding themselves to Kaels' body and soul.
"I don't care how strong you are, I shan't lose!"
Grim said launching himself towards the warrior, using the last of his strength to end the pesky mortal. But just as he was about to strike a blinding light lit up the entirety of the heavens, stopping him momentarily.
In that brief moment an unexpected voice yelled.
"You cut too shallow!!!"
Then a massive burst of cold Qi filled the land, freezing half the body of the general at absolute zero.
In that same moment, Kael broke through the chains as if they were nothing.
"That technique only work when your body and soul is weak." He said in a lifeless manner.
Before charging up a concentrated Qi ball.
"Goodbye Death, the battle was fun."
He flicked the attack the size of a grain of sand, but the farther it went, the larger it became, until it could engulf the entire body of Grim.
'Null, I know you can hear me. Please transfer my core somewhere else'
'Hmm, would you rather live as failure, or die a warrior?'
There was no response.
'Why is it that all life returns to cowardice in the face of strength?'
Sigh
'Very well, I bid you farewell brother'
'Thank you'
The attack consumed the generals' body, before imploding into a single point. As a result, a massive shockwave split open the heavens above.
Kael collapsed to the floor as Aris joined him in their exhaustion.
"Good job not dying." Kael worded.
"I think you deserve that praise more than I do." Aris responded.
They both laughed, the tension easing for a moment.
Meanwhile, in a different realm, the Lord and Michael stood before the All-Consuming Fires.
Michael then unsheathed a dark blade with intricate markings on it.
"Here it is father." Michael said, handing it over.
The Lord collected the weapon, before heading right into the core of the flames. The flames blazed with intense heat, flickering violently in shades of orange and, red and blue. They crackled and popped, eating away at the energy of Lord and reducing it to non-existence. Truly a flame that didn't follow logic in the slightest, one that was created at the same time of the Gods.
He struggled through them, going deeper and deeper towards the centre, as the flames intensified even more. His armour was being stripped away, while his body began to fragment.
"Truly I pity for the denizens of Chaos, to suffer such a force for eternity." Michael commented, taking note of how even the almighty Lord struggled in direct confrontation.
Then he reached it. The core of the flames was a single mass, showing resemblance to the light of creation. He got hold of it before breaking of a small portion, and then taking his leave. By then his body had already undergone the process of breaking apart, his feet had crumbled away and his arms were disintegrating every moment.
With boundless strength he used his bare hands and bashed the two together in the presence of the intense heat. The core piece began to mould itself into a fluid like state, before fusing with the body of the blade, and in a brilliant display of raw power the newly formed sword released enough energy to disperse the flames of the celestial body.
"He's been there for far too long." Michaeal spoke worriedly.
But just as he did a burst of energy erupted out of the flames, completely scattering them and leaving only the core of the entity behind.
For the first time since creation there was no scorching heat burning away at the dammed souls. While many were relieved for the moment of peace, some knew it wouldn't last. So, using the temporary distraction of their wardens they ended their existences right then and there.
The Lord emerged, weakened but alive. In his hand was the flaming sword, shimmering with the eternal fires of Chaos. Its very presence warped the space around it, consuming everything in its wake without end.
"Father!" Michael yelled.
He quickly got hold of the deity, giving him support as they descended to one of the worlds.
"Dammit, your core has been severely damaged."
Michael realized that his father was in no condition to fight.
"At this rate we'll need to use the light of creation to heal you."
"No, we're already using too much of it for the weapon. I can manage." God said.
"You realize that you'll barely be able to use half your power henceforth." The archangel stated.
"If that is the price to pay, then so be it."
Sigh
"Try to be a little selfish at least." Michael let out with a chuckle.
This resulted in both having a hardy laugh for the moment.
Sometime later, they were back within the pristine walls of the celestial manor. Going down a hallway, at the end of which is a large metal door. Looking like any normal steel it had a trapezoid shaped, blue, translucent window panel.
Within it were two individuals. One a young angel full of life, but having a strange onset of grey hair.
While the other was a rarity even amongst the angels. The angel stood out with his striking, fiery red hair cascading in thick, vibrant waves. His chiselled features were marked by a strong jawline and high cheekbones, giving him a refined appearance. His piercing crimson eyes, set beneath well-defined brows, were captivating. His skin, fair and flawless, contrasted beautifully with his armour set. Crafted from a unique alloy with a deep, blood-red hue, it featured intricate designs on the chest plate. The massive pauldrons were sharp and jagged, while the gauntlets had reinforced plating and claw-like fingertips. He was covered neck down in the armour set.
The two bowed before the Lord, and paid their respects to Michael as they arrived.
"Circuitel, is it ready?" Michael asked with haste.
"Of course."
He then proceeded to open a large case, revealing the awe-inspiring morning star.
"Here it is my Lord."
He presented it to the Lord while bowing. He gripped the weapon tightly, feeling the overwhelming power of creation within it.
"Hmm, this is indeed fine craftsmanship. Thank you, my child, your efforts shan't be in vain."
"It is always a pleasure."
Michael handed over the sword to Jophiel, the beauty of God, and the angel of the flaming sword.
As soon as he made contact with it the blade ignited with the fires of hell. The flames swerved and crackled with incredible power, ready to eat away anything that dares to go against it.
"Incredible. I didn't think it was possible." Jophiel stated.
"You can thank your master for that, he suggested the idea."
"Uriel does know me best after all."
Jophiel was not an angel originally. Instead, he is the last member of the dragon race from the depths of Chaos.
(A/N): You can think of demons as bodies without souls and celestials as souls without bodies. That's why when they die there is no afterlife, instead they cease to exist.
His race was born and bred in hell, and eventually were wiped out by the demon nobles due to fear of their power. Uriel took pity on the young demon, so with permission from Diablo he did the unthinkable.
Using Jophiel's demon core to craft a soul, inviting him to the heavens. Where he eventually became an angel under careful tutelage.
"I think it's time we head to the battlefield, is it not?" Jophiel asked.
"Are you confident in being able to use it?" The Lord questioned.
"Of course. I am the second best sword user in the heavens am I not?" He responded jovially.
To this the Lord simply nodded, before the three flew towards the portal. It seems as though the tides of war were already in their final phase.