Azrael gritted his teeth, his muscles straining with effort as he clashed with the dark duplicate. Their swords flashed in the dim light of the dungeon, the sound of their blows echoing off the walls.
But Azrael was starting to tire. The dark duplicate seemed to be absorbing his blows, growing stronger with each passing moment. Azrael knew he needed to end this fight, and fast.
He focused all his energy on the light within himself, calling upon the power of the Archangels. Slowly but surely, his body began to glow with a soft, green light.
The light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the dark passageways of the dungeon. The walls, the floor, the very air itself seemed to be infused with the green glow of Azrael's power.
The dark duplicate stumbled back, its eyes covering its face as if blinded by the light. Azrael took advantage of the momentary distraction, launching himself at the duplicate with a fierce cry.
Their swords clashed, the blades flashing in the green light. But this time, it was the dark duplicate that stumbled back, its strength waning in the face of Azrael's power.
The green light grew brighter, enveloping the dark duplicate. Azrael's sword sliced through the air, striking the duplicate with a blow that seemed to shake the very foundations of the dungeon.
The dark duplicate let out a scream of rage and despair as it stumbled back, its form beginning to dissolve into nothingness. Azreals light absorbed the duplicate, banishing the darkness from the dungeon.
As the last of the dark duplicate disappeared, the green light faded, leaving Azrael standing alone in the silence of the dungeon. He was panting, his chest heaving with exertion, but he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.
He had faced his own darkness, and he had emerged victorious.
Azrael stood tall, his eyes shining with a newfound sense of confidence. " Now i can awaken my power at will, " Azreal thinking to himself"
With a sense of determination, Azrael turned and walked out of the dungeon.
Azrael emerged from the dungeon, blinking in the bright sunlight. He was greeted by the warm smile of Luna, who fluttered beside him, her wings shimmering with excitement.
"Well done, Azrael," she said, her voice filled with pride. "You were awesome!, i saw everthing."
Azrael smiled, feeling a sense of relief and accomplishment. "what do you mean you saw everything Luna?" he asked.
"We are one, remember?.Luna replied.
Zorvath, the wizard, stood beside Luna, his eyes twinkling with approval. "Ah, Azrael, you have passed the first test," he said, his voice warm and congratulatory. "You have faced your own darkness and learned how to weild your light in the dark at will."
Azrael bowed his head, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the wizard. "Thank you, Zorvath," he said. "I can now awaken my power at will, making me faster and stronger." Azreal said, his voice mixed with the sense of purpose.
Zorvath nodded, his expression serious. "You have proven yourself worthy, Azrael. Your progress is most impressive, now i will tell you about your true purpose."
"Pupose, huh?. Id be happy to hear what you'd have to say. "Azreal replied confidently.
"There is more to your story than you know. Your true purpose, Azrael, is not just to master your powers or to overcome your darkness. Your true purpose is to reclaim your rightful throne."
Azrael's eyes widened in shock. "My throne?" he repeated. "What do you mean?"
Zorvath's expression turned somber. "You are the reincarnation of the Fallen powers, Azrael. The power that was wielded as one, but both angel and demon, this power you have is the ultimate weapon thats now become a mith, as you heard, the demon king killed every last angel. The king of the Angel realm was named Morbuslit,
which is your father and your mother was the demon queen, Seequ. Your parents secretly had an affair, your mother found out she was pregnant and flees to live with your father in the angel realm, while staying in hiding till you where born.
The demon king send his spys and minnions in search for your mother, till one of his spys saw what was happening, by then you were only one years old, when the demon got hold of that news, he and his army invaded the angel realm and no one was match for the ruthless demon king not even your fathers power was enough. He left the whole realm un ruins by his destructive power. Your mother managed to save you, sending you here to the mortal realm."
Azrael's mind reeled as he struggled to comprehend the wizard's words. He was the reincarnation of the Fallen? Half angel and half demon? It seemed impossible, and yet...
Zorvath's eyes seemed to gleam with a fierce intensity. "You, Azrael, are the key to defeating Xorax and reclaiming your throne. Your powers, your abilities, your killing, the anger, they are all a manifestation of your true nature, so get stronger and restore the light of justice to a world consumed by darkness."
Azrael felt a surge of determination course through his veins. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, to reclaim his throne and defeat the Demon King.
"I will do it," Azrael said, his voice firm. "I will get stronger and reclaim my throne and bring justice to the realm of Angels."
Zorvath's face broke into a wide smile, his eyes shining with approval. "I knew you had the heart of a true leader, Azrael," he said. "Well now Azreal, you should learn how awaken special techniques that can help you in battle"