Past 10,000 years

Location: Heaven

Above the battleground where angels and demons prepared for an epic clash, the skies mirrored the brewing conflict below. Dark clouds gathered, and thunder rolled like distant drums, making the air feel heavy with tension.

As the celestial warriors faced off on the edge of Amegadon, lightning lit up the clouds, giving quick glimpses of the impending battle. The atmosphere held a charged energy, like right before a storm breaks loose.

Angels, shining bright with armor and wings, stood against the shadowy demons. The stormy sky mirrored the inner turmoil of those about to fight in a battle that reached beyond mortal understanding.

Brother, after all these years fighting alongside you, I have shown you more love than anyone ever has. How dare you stand in front of me! If you die in this battle of Amegadon, it isn't my fault because I told you to join me and take over Heaven.

There, we will make every being, mortal and immortal, bow before us and we will be Gods controlling powers, dominions, thrones, principalities, and the entire universe.

But when I told you this wonderful dream and idea, you betrayed it and called me a fool." He clenched his fist, feeling his anger simmering. "And now you have the courage to stand up there and try to control this army to stop me?!" he shouted.

"Lucifer, you will always be the same," said Michael. "I thought I could change you and make you different from anyone else with a good heart, but you have proven me wrong.

I was just wasting my time playing with a doll. But I swear I am going to change you this time by ending your life, brother."

"You only have 5,000 angels, and I have 10,000 demons to fight alongside me," said Lucifer, impressed by Michael's boldness. "So be it." Lucifer took his mighty sword out of the ground and stretched it forward to Michael, and the 10,000 demons flew to attack the angels.

Lucifer flew to attack his enemy, Michael. Three angels aimed to attack Lucifer with their powerful lightning spears, ten times faster than the speed of light and capable of piercing through powers and destroying.

But Lucifer, anticipating the attack, swung his arm while holding the sword, creating a great wind and thunderous sound that destroyed the three spears and claimed the lives of over 900 angels.

However, Michael was pushed back 200 meters by the powerful wind. He managed to survive by blocking the wind with his arm, but his back struck a wall, causing him to cough up a mouthful of silver blood.

Michael wondered how Lucifer had become so powerful, as he was not that strong before. The sword Lucifer was holding wasn't his own, but the sword of Akanash, the 1st Demon King.

The sword was thought to be too heavy for anyone to wield, not even gods like Zeus. So how did he...? Legend said that whoever carried the sword would become a Demon King and possess all the powers of the 90th generations of Demon Kings, ten times their strength and power.

That meant Lucifer was actually a god now, a monster. Goosebumps covered Michael, and he began to shiver. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. This was not the Lucifer he knew from the past two hundred years; this was a different, more powerful version of him.

Lucifer felt an immense amount of power passing through the Akanash sword and into his body. It felt as though he was absorbing the strength of a billion people all at once. Absorbing this power was painful; he couldn't control it.

Lucifer raised his head and let out a scream that was like a million lions roaring at once. It was terrifying. His two wings grew to become four, and they spanned ten times bigger than ordinary wings.

He continued screaming without end. His muscles increased, making him look like an inflated balloon, and he grew taller, becoming something like a giant.

His armor broke into pieces from the transformation. His hair grew long, black, and beautiful, and his skin became fairer and whiter.

He now looked more handsome than all the angels present. He felt powerful beyond his imagination and could now hear the voices of past Demon Kings in his head, from the first to the last.

Lucifer began to feel a powerful pain in his mind, not just his body. He squatted in the air, screaming, and then raised his body and forehead to the sky, screaming even louder. Slowly, a third eye opened, sucking in every angel's soul.

The sound of the angels screaming in agony terrified Michael; he knew he was going to die fighting Lucifer. He wasn't going to win today.

All the angels hanging in the air fell to the ground, their bodies rotting away, leaving only skeletons. Lucifer now felt even more powerful.

A crown made of flames formed on top of his head, a flaming red fire surrounded him, causing intense heat that would kill anyone near him. A new armor, shining brightly, formed around him, and a great horn grew on his head.

All the demons were amazed by their new, powerful king. After the war of Gabans, where the gods and the angels defeated them and killed all their princes and kings, the demons had been hiding in shadows, terrified of their superiors.

But now, the tables had turned. Their lost prince, who had become the king, Demon King Lucifer Adelenanor Xc, the 90th Demon King, had returned. Every demon shouted, praising Lucifer with happiness, hope, and love. Finally, they would be superior again.

Lucifer opened his mouth, and smoke came out as he spoke in a booming voice that vibrated in Heaven and the world: "My lovely brothers and sisters, history repeats itself again. Now the mighty sun will shine on us once more."

Hahaha, Michael burst into laughter. "I'm sending you back to hell where you belong after I finish with you," he declared.

Michael held firmly onto his sword and stood in position, closing his eyes. He concentrated his power into the sword, which then lit up in fire, glowing brightly.

Opening his eyes, he noticed that the sword had changed color to red. Seeing this, the demons tightly gripped their weapons, knowing that Michael was ready to launch an attack.

Michael pushed all his force into his leg, like a stone being pulled in a catapult. Gently flapping his wings, he launched into the sky, flying at high speed. The ground cracked with the powerful force of his takeoff.

The demons were surprised by his speed and were unable to track him. Michael attacked any demon he encountered, causing them to drop from the skies to the ground.

Lucifer was surprised by Michael's strength, but he knew that Michael was not yet comparable to him.

One demon predicted and tracked Michael's movements, taking advantage of an opportunity to hold his wings and push him towards the ground. Michael fell down, but quickly rose to continue his attack.

However, all the demons flew towards him, surrounding and covering him, attempting to consume him. In the darkness, Michael's sword continued to glow with flames as he focused his power onto it.

He held his sword up to the skies, causing it to produce a powerful flame that spread in a large radius, turning the demons into ashes.

Michael slowly got up from the ground, his armor broken but regenerating once again. Michael could use 100 percent of his strength, power, and stamina on the battlefield, never tiring as his reserves continually refilled. The demons were amazed at his strength.

Michael shouted, "Are you demons all afraid? Come and attack me! You are nothing but cowards!"

What Michael said made the demons angry, fueling their desire to kill him and celebrate their victory with his blood.

They were about to fight, but Lucifer raised his hands, signaling them to stop. He would be the one to fight him.