As Azazel stood over Lucifer, his dark aura pulsing with the unholy power of the Outer Being, he prepared to deliver the final, fatal strike. The defenders held their breath, their hearts pounding as they watched in horror. Lucifer, though battered and bruised, glared up at Azazel with unwavering defiance, refusing to submit even in his final moments.
Azazel's sword crackled with dark energy, the blade poised to end Lucifer's life. "It's over, Lucifer," he sneered, his voice dripping with malevolent triumph. "Your resistance has been futile. The era of the Outer Beings begins now."
Just as Azazel began to bring his sword down, a deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, freezing everyone in place. The roar was filled with such raw, primal fury that it sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it, including Azazel.
"Get the hell away from my man!"
