"Now your turn!" He said when all of a sudden, the shrieking light of subspace came to a halt. Unease had been filling me for a while, and I did not hesitate to channel more of the abyssal power.
I did not know the exact percent of my attunement, but I knew it was around seven or ten, and I was currently only using one percent; as Izavith warned, this was not something I could take likely.
As of now, 3% is my max.
"Not enough, boy!" Belphegor thundered as his power only seemed to grow, stronger and stronger, like there was no end. "SHOW ME WHAT THE ONLY DISCIPLE OF MEPHISTO CAN DO!"
Demonic Resonance activated, as did Zariels technique of Crimson Winds and War of Kings, as we stood in the dead of subspace, eying each other as our power continued to rise without end.
"Show it to me! Boy. Show me the Power of Black Sabbith, the Technique our father shunned." He howled and whipped through the confines of time and space towards me.
An explosion the size of a supernova going off ruptured throughout the Abyss; one after the other, more and more explosions continued to flicker through my hands as we battled for what seemed cycles but were actually nano-seconds.
The Dao of Light seemed so slow compared to us as we fought and fought till our bodies bled and our souls trembled. My hands had long since ruptured with blood from our clashes, and my bones were struggling to remain together as I would alternate between each hand to lessen the pressure my arms were under.
I was staying away from Lilith and her general arts right now; the backlash on those Artes was too high, and I doubted I could kill this demon in one strike.
Pushing my spear out with the power of Severing Chains, cutting down the very dao of light, I continued to drive forwards, meeting each Technique Belphegor thrust at me, looking for any weakness through he weaves. Still, no matter what I did, I found myself overwhelmed.
"You've disappointed me, Arsene." Belphegor uttered, shaking his head, " Show it to me, the power shunned by the Heavens. Show me Black Sabbath! Show me my brother's blessing!"
Anger now filled Belphegor's voice as something shifted in him, blood began to drip from his eyes, but as it did, I glanced down to the arm of Belphegor's in my chest, piercing through where my heart should be.
"SHOW ME!" He bellowed, crashing his head into my nose.
"Arsene!" Lilith sounded desperately in my mind, " Loki and I are almost done; just hang on!"
Teeth grinding against one another, I spat up some blood as the Tarnishing Flames of Hellfire broke out of its slumber, yet Belphigor merely stood still in flames with indifference.
"Boy, I live in hell; I am a ruler; those flames cannot harm me. Tarnish or not, you've only grasped the edges of its power." He uttered, "So show me! THE MOTHER FUCKING POWER OF BLACK SABIRTH"
POP!
Blood spilled from my lips as he struck me over the face, shattering my jaw.
POP!
Cloaking me over the cheeks again, another bone shattered, followed by another and another before I felt my right eye pop.
Dropping out of the holloing, knowing it would do no good, I sneered, " Fuck you!"
Gathing all the divinity I had, all my concepts all activated at once as I detonated.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!*
Swallowing Heaven and Earth, I was thrown out of subspace and into the cold icy Abyss. Having a few lives as a Monarch of Darkness, the Darkness repaired me whole in a single moment, leaving only the injuries I had before I died.
Blood oozing from my lips, I felt weak as I struggled to look at the monster stepping out of subspace with a slight smile, "You don't seem to understand, Arsene. I will get what I want."
Glancing at the injuries I'd caused, a smiled as he stood with a missing arm and a few holes in his chest. Organs were showing, but Belphegor did not seem to mind, but I did.
"I won," I said with a smile.
"Did you?" He responded, shaking his head.
"He did," Mephisto answered, appearing by my side with a sly smile, "Stand down, brother. "
Belphegor seemed confused for a moment as he looked down at his body and chuckled, "You gave him a mission of killing my Pontiff. And I guess I helped with that. I did use a little more power than this body could handle. Didn't I. "
"Beating you wasn't going to happen; we both know that." Mephisto shook his head and turned to me with a bitter smile, "But you overdid it. You know the backlash you'll have to pay to use so much of the Abyss's power?"
I shrugged, barely able to breathe, "I won, so who cares? Yor'fenli can't survive from Belphegor's backlash."
The demon lord smiled, "A shame, but I'll have another chance with another body."
Mind reeling, I frowned, " What does that mean?"
"Balor is a fool, but he'll be a useful pawn. Next, we meet, I'll have another deal for you, Mr. Snow, And you will not be so lucky next time." He said as the body of Yor'fenli dissolved into a puddle of liquid goo.
Mephisto flashed me a smile and clapped his hands together; as to his side, Izavith appeared annoyed, "you just healed, and now you find yourself even more injured than last time."
Lights fading, I coughed, struggling to find any more Heavenly QI to help me breathe, "Just wanted to see you again. How's Lilith?"
"She made it, as did the little ones. Not like there was any need to worry about them." She said, reminding me she'd always be there to guard the little ones.
Feeling weaker than ever, I tried blinking, trying to keep myself awake, "What's your ploy Mephisto."
"It's Master Mephisto to you, disciple," He replied with a cheeky smile, "Just relax; when you awake, you'll be half dead and cripple."
"And my lady will not be there to help you," added Izavith
What the hell does that mean?
I'm too tired to think. I need a nap. A long nap. And a few bitches. Where are Freya and... Levi?
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