Azazel Steelclaw, a fearsome entity from hell with steel claws and immense power, had been imprisoned in the depths of the underworld for centuries. Day after day, he relentlessly struck the iron bars that held him, but today was different. With a final, forceful blow, the iron bars shattered, crumbling into black dust. As he stepped out of his cell, his eyes caught sight of a figure — a horned queen imprisoned in a cell across from his.
She was Azura Nightmaiden, a being of pure darkness, exuding an overwhelming aura even from within her cage. Shadows swirled around her body, and despite her imprisonment, her power was palpable. Intrigued by her presence, Azazel approached. He drew a pistol he had forged from the molten lava of hell, a weapon he had meticulously repaired over the years. With a single shot, the bars that held Azura in captivity shattered.
Azura stepped out gracefully, her crimson eyes locking onto Azazel, evaluating him. "You're strong," she said in a cold yet captivating voice. "You are worthy to be my partner in invading Earth."
Azazel gave a slight smile. "That's a good idea. I was imprisoned in hell for trying to invade Earth before, but I was captured by someone. That person came from a village that's now destroyed."
Azura stepped closer, her expression turning serious. "Who is this person? We will destroy them completely, leaving no trace."
Azazel nodded. "I don't know who he was, but his power was strange... he didn't seem like an ordinary being."
Without hesitation, they both decided to leave hell behind and head to Earth. Their speed surpassed the concept of linear time itself, traversing dimensions and spaces that no mortal could fathom. In an instant, they arrived on Earth, landing on the shores of a tranquil island.
Azazel raised his pistol, and with a single shot, unleashed kinetic energy equivalent to 10 million tons. A massive explosion followed, obliterating the entire island. The sea boiled, the land evaporated, and a violent storm blew from the aftermath of the destruction.
Azura watched in awe at the devastation. "With this man," she thought to herself, "invading this world will be so much easier. I will become the strongest ruler."
Before they could relish in the destruction, a force of soldiers appeared from the misty horizon, their presence signaling a resistance. These were not ordinary soldiers; they were led by powerful beings who seemed prepared for the arrival of Azazel and Azura. Clad in gleaming armor, they advanced, armed with weapons that radiated magical energy.
The leader of the force, a warrior wielding a massive, glowing sword, stepped forward. "We knew you would come," he called out, his voice booming across the sky. "We are the guardians of this world, and we will not let you destroy everything."
Azazel grinned coldly. "You can't stop us." He raised his pistol again, but before he could fire, his unique power activated. Instantly, all the magical abilities of the soldiers vanished, disappearing without a trace. The once formidable soldiers now stood in shock, their power stripped from them.
Azura chuckled softly. "They're nothing before us," she said. "Let's finish them off."
Azazel observed the now powerless soldiers, a cold smile playing on his lips. Without hesitation, he unleashed his more terrifying powers—the ability to alter cause and effect, bend reality to his will, and manipulate matter at his command.
With a single wave of his hand, Azazel altered the flow of time and cause-effect around him. The soldiers, who had been preparing to strike, suddenly froze in place, as if trapped in a time stream they could no longer control. "You never had a chance to win," Azazel said softly. "I can erase every possibility of victory you ever had before you even think of fighting back."
He then raised his hand, and instantly, the fabric of reality around them began to ripple. The air shifted, and the ground beneath the soldiers' feet wavered, as if turning into liquid, before solidifying again, trapping them. Azazel's eyes gleamed as he focused his energy on the remaining soldiers. In mere moments, their bodies began to change—their skin turning pale, slowly hardening and becoming stiff. One by one, the soldiers transformed into stone statues, forever immobilized in their helpless state.Even Azazel killed a creature that was a manifestation of information and killed a creature that embodied the concept of goodness.
Azura, witnessing this destruction, smiled widely. "Your power is truly magnificent," she said with admiration in her voice. "With this ability, nothing can stop us."
Azazel looked at her with unwavering confidence. "This is only the beginning," he replied. "This world will crumble, and we will hold absolute control over it."
On the ruins of the shattered island, two figures stood watching with smug smiles. Dressed in sharp suits, an air of arrogance radiated from them. Evangeline Noir and Lucien Veil observed Azazel and Azura with interest wrapped in conceit.
"Watching them in action is quite entertaining," Evangeline remarked dismissively. "But do they really think they can conquer this world with powers like that?"
Lucien nodded, his smile wide. "Their strength is intriguing, but it's far too easy to break. We're more than capable of handling them if necessary." He glanced at Evangeline, "Should we intervene, or let them play for a while longer?"
Evangeline rolled her eyes. "Let them be. I prefer to see how far they can go before they inevitably fall. Perhaps they will attract the attention of stronger guardians."
Meanwhile, Azazel and Azura, still preoccupied with the destruction around them, remained unaware that they were being watched by two figures far more powerful and dangerous. Evangeline and Lucien plotted their next move, waiting for the right moment to show who truly ruled this arena.