As the battle raged on in the castle, Theo tried to reason with Belial. However, the demon, angry, raised her voice.
"Stop trying to manipulate me!" Belial shouted, and with a furious gesture, he launched his energy circles towards him.
Theo, agile, dodged the attacks, feeling the energy cut through the air around him. He understood that getting close to her would only make his goal of eliminating him easier. He needed to keep his distance.
With determination, he grabbed his sword. In one fluid movement, he made another blade emerge from the middle of the blade, creating a double sword. The new sword was attached to the tip of the hilt by a thin but infinitely long chain.
"I'm not trying to manipulate you, Belial," Theo said, his voice steady and calm. "I'm just trying to understand you."
Belial, still full of rage, was not fooled by his words.
"Your words are just tricks, Theo. I don't care what you say!" he exclaimed, preparing his next attack.
"I'm not playing games with you," he replied, holding his two swords firmly. "I'm willing to fight if necessary, but I want you to know that there is an alternative."
The tension in the air intensified as they both prepared for their next move. Theo knew he had to be clever; he couldn't allow Belial to corner him. Still, there was a spark of hope in his chest: perhaps, amidst all the chaos, he could find a way to stop the battle without further violence.
As the battle intensified, Paimon decided it was time to freeze the entire area. With a determined move, she attempted to call upon her power, but Moloch, cunning, scattered into the air, preventing the ice from reaching him. When the threat passed, he regrouped near Paimon, delivering a powerful blow that sent him back a few meters.
Realizing that her ice attacks were ineffective, Paimon looked around and noticed a lit candle next to some papers. A brilliant idea crossed her mind.
"If I can't freeze you, I can make you burn!" Paimon shouted, attacking Moloch with renewed fury, each blow seeming desperate. However, Moloch attacked him again, striking him again and sending him flying backwards.
Paimon, recovering quickly, used an ice spell to trap Moloch in a large area, creating an icy prison around him. Moloch, sensing the pressure, released a gust of wind to break the ice, beginning to scream in fury. But every time he tried to break free, Paimon quickly repaired the cracks.
Then, turning around, Moloch noticed a fire that had broken out behind him. Through her frenzied attacks, Paimon had knocked over the candle, causing the papers to begin to burn, creating a small fire that quickly spread.
"No! This can't be!" Moloch screamed as the fire spread. He tried to use his ability to disperse again, but the wind he had summoned had only fueled the flames.
The fire was rapidly consuming him, trapping him in its icy prison, with no way out. Moloch struggled to breathe, but the combination of heat and ice was unbearable. In a final cry of despair, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent.
"No..." was the last thing he managed to say before being consumed by the flames.
With the echoes of battle resonating around her and feeling her energy begin to drain, Paimon decided it was time to take a breather. She stepped away from the commotion and sat down next to the teleporter, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her strength.
"This has gotten more complicated than I imagined," he muttered to himself, letting out an exhausted sigh as he watched the flames in the distance.
The sound of combat still echoed, but for a brief moment, he found peace in the calm around him, preparing for what would come next.