While Castiel's battle unfolded, someone had already concluded theirs.
"I wonder if everyone in this clan has such an inflated ego, but in the end…"
Near Miguel lay a man who appeared to have fallen victim to a blood stake trap, as if he had fallen into a cruel snare intended for hunting animals. However, the trap seemed to have expanded and impaled his body, driving numerous blood stakes into his flesh.
"Ego serves no purpose."
On the other side, intoxicating moans echoed from the sisters, whose expressions of pleasure and ecstasy mixed in a passionate rhythm as they engaged in an intimate and sensual dance known as the "scissors."
"Pity your situation," Miguel expressed with joy.
Miguel took cautious steps towards the sisters, feeling a mixture of curiosity and apprehension growing within him.
As he approached, he couldn't help but notice that some of the men in the area were partially dressed, lacking their intimate clothing, creating an atmosphere of discomfort.
"I can't believe you've really stooped to this. It's despicable."
The sisters, sensing Miguel's approach, exchanged nervous glances and began to take cautious steps towards him. Their steps were hesitant, as if testing the waters before launching into action. The tension in the air was palpable, as if a storm were about to unleash.
And then, as if they had been sprung from a trap, the sisters began to run. Their feet pounded the ground with a rapid and erratic rhythm, their skirts swirling as they closed in. Miguel's heart raced with surprise as he struggled to keep up with the sisters' sudden momentum.
"Give me your dick!"
"Dick! Dick!"
Miguel, realizing the situation unfolding before him, took several steps back.
"Blood Prison."
Suddenly, like a nightmare materializing before his eyes, a blood prison emerged from the ground, enclosing the sisters. Their sharp cries echoed through the air as they thrashed frantically, like trapped birds in a snare.
The tense muscles and terror-stricken expressions on their faces reflected their desperate struggle for freedom.
"If I weren't married, maybe, no, it was a fact that I could have done something, but you weren't lucky."
Miguel slid his hands into his pockets as his eyes remained fixed on the imprisoned sisters. Carefully, he chose a chair that emerged from the blood itself.
"Should I help the leader? I don't think so. That man seems capable. Well, I doubt it."
Doubt gnawed at Miguel's mind. Castiel, however, was at the mercy of Vez's blows, while Raza held him.
"It's so pleasurable hitting you."
"There he goes. I'm straight."
"Say whatever you want."
"Is that it? That was expected with your feminine appearance."
"Continue, the only one suffering here is you."
"What's the matter? Upset because I criticized your ponytail hairstyle?"
"Vez, ignore him."
Vez remained stoic, not showing much reaction, but his rigid expression began to betray his growing discontent with Castiel's cutting remarks. His eyes, once maintaining calculated coolness, now sparkled with restrained anger.
The tightening of his hands, gripping the source of his frustration firmly, revealed internal tensions as Castiel continued his taunting.
"As I always say, if it's not black hair, you're not entirely straight. And Raza, stop rubbing against me. I'm starting to think you're on Vez's team. Argh!!"
"Done?"Vez, with a tense voice, asked Castiel.
"No, but I was thinking. Is that ponytail for Raza to pull you while fucking you on all fours?
While Castiel continued to speak, Vez didn't slow down the pace of his attacks. Each word from Castiel was interrupted by the dull sound of blows, a symphony of pain echoing in the surroundings.
With each impact, Castiel's breathing became more labored, but he didn't cease his words, determined to make his point heard, even at the cost of his own well-being.
"I'll turn as red as you. Did your ass bleed when that hot plate did something extremely intense on you?"
"Shut up! I only love one woman."
"Really? Don't tell me it's the old one."
"Ah!"
"Hahahahaha! Did I hit the mark? Hilarious."
Vez, for a brief moment, interrupted his series of blows and directed a meaningful look towards Reda. Their eyes met in a silent understanding, an exchange of glances conveying an unspoken message.
Reda didn't need words to understand what was expected of him. She stared back at Vez, her eyes reflecting relentless determination, indicating that the order was clear: keep on pounding Castiel.
"Don't let your guard down!" Reda let out a piercing scream that cut through the air. Her voice reverberated like an echo of challenge.
Castiel, with calculated patience, awaited the moment when Vez would be momentarily distracted. With his eyes fixed on his aggressor, he knew his only chance to escape depended on a precise move.
"Too late."
"What?"
And then, just as Vez seemed momentarily distracted, Castiel acted swiftly. Concentrating his energy, he summoned a powerful explosion beneath his own feet. The deafening blast and shockwave propelled him into the air, like a fleeing bird.
Castiel soared toward his freedom, determined to escape Vez's reach, whose expressions of surprise turned to indignation as they realized what was happening.
"Damn it!!" Raza's cry tore through the air, a sound of pure anguish and despair. His face contorted in an expression of shock and panic as he realized that Castiel was about to escape his custody.
"What are you going to do, kid?"
"I won't let you go."
"You're really batting for the other team, but I…"
Castiel continued to ascend through the skies, flying higher and higher until he vanished into the clouds.
With burning determination, Castiel delivered a precise headbutt to Raza, who was recovering from the surprise of the previous attack. The impact was powerful, causing Raza to lose control and plummet.
The feeling of freedom that Castiel experienced as he slipped from his captors' grasp was indescribable as he watched Raza rapidly disappear into the abyss below.
"I'm not into guys!"
"Bastard!!"
"It's not over yet, kid. But what should I name this technique? Well, whatever."
Castiel descended towards Raza as he fell, capturing him from behind mid-air. His fingers closed firmly around Raza, and the impact of the capture sent a tremor through their bodies.
"What?"
"Don't get me wrong. I grabbed you from behind because it was necessary."
"Shut up! I'm not gay!"
"Pity, you haven't figured it out yet."
"Let me go, you bastard!"
"I won't let you go."
Down below, Vez, Reda, and Kena gazed up at the sky with expressions of shock and disbelief. The scene in the sky was surreal, with Castiel flying at breakneck speed while holding onto Raza firmly.
Castiel sang his song with a powerful voice, his words echoing through the air as Raza screamed in despair, his voice mingling with the melody in an agonizing contrast.
"Nenenene! neneneneeeee! Explode with my explosion! Nenenene! neneneneeeee! I leave you in a state of combustion! Nenenene! neneneneeeee!"
"Stop!!!"
"One less Raza in my explosion!"
"Haaaaaa!!!!"
"Explosive Flight!"
With an explosive flight, Castiel vanished from the skies and, in the blink of an eye, reappeared near the ground. He hurled Raza with devastating force, and the resulting crash shook the ground with tremendous power.
"Detonation Coffin!!!"
The ground split under the impact, swallowing Raza in an improvised grave of earth and debris.
Vez, Reda, and Kena on the ground watched the scene, stunned by the overwhelming force of Castiel's action. The terrain was now marked by a crater where Raza had been buried alive.
Castiel descended to the ground and, once there, burst into triumphant laughter that echoed through the area. His expression radiated a mixture of exultation and defiance as he faced everyone else with determined, shining eyes.
However, the others did not reflect celebration. Vez, Reda, and Kena, their faces twisted in fury and disbelief, glared at Castiel with eyes filled with hatred. The scene had left an irreparable division among them, a rift that widened with each passing second.
"Stop laughing, you asshole! I'm going to roast you now!"
From the ground, another figure emerged, and the sight was terrifying. His head wasn't just on fire; his head was fire itself. A fierce and blazing flame crackled around his face, casting dancing shadows over his body. The intense heat emanating from him was almost palpable, making the air quiver in his presence.
The others at the scene were paralyzed with shock at the appearance of this fiery being, their eyes widened with astonishment and fear. It was as if a creature from the depths of hell had emerged to join the scene, and the atmosphere was electrically charged with uncertainty and terror.
Castiel, his voice vibrating with indignation and surprise at the fiery figure, spoke with determination:
"What the hell are you?!"
His question echoed through the area, but the fire-being did not respond. Instead, a sinister laugh rose from the flames that composed its head, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of all present.