Meet my champion Fiona

The two Aspects paced back to their respective sides. "Is this how humanity's fate is to be decided?" Drayce wondered. "One big Heaven-versus-Hell pissing contest?"

Drayce watched from afar as each battle unfolded. The first angel, chosen by the Aspect of Courage, struck down the champions of Pride and Gluttony before falling to Envy. Envy and Greed were killed by Fortitude. Fortitude and Kindness fell to Wrath. Wrath and Justice killed each other. Sloth was then smote by Hope.

All that remained on Hell's side was Asmodeus' champion.

"Our victory is at hand!" said the shorter but stout angel known as the Aspect of Hope. "They have but one champion and we have three. They cannot hope to win now."

Uriel turned to the angel. "Don't be so sure, Ramiel. Look at Asmodeus. He isn't the least bit worried. Tell your champion to be on his guard."

With a wide smirk across his face, Asmodeus rose his hand high above him with a clenched fist.

"The other champions of Hell were nothing but fodder. Meet the face of your demise, angels! Meet my champion: Fiona !"

A dark purple gateway appeared in front of Asmodeus, one that Drayce was very familiar with by now. Out stepped Fiona , but she was... different. She hovered a long foot off the ground, levitated by flapping wings. Unlike the other demon champions, she wore no armor, instead opting for thigh high boots, a black leather teddy that covered her front and little else, and leather gloves extending all the way to her elbows.

A dark aura swirled around her body like some kind of magical barrier. Her cold eyes, the darkest of eyes, pierced the heart of anyone who dare gaze upon her, leaving them trembling despite her flawless beauty. The 'good' Drayce had seen in Fiona before was mysteriously absent.

She was evil in it's purest form.

"A succubus?" Ramiel said. "That is what you're being so arrogant about? Their powers have no hold over angels, and they're not very combat proficient either."

"No matter," the archangel smiled, "this will be an easy victory for us. Go, my champion! Strike her down as you did the last one!"

"It shall be done," the heavily armored angel said. He carried a spear twice the length of a normal man, black with blood from his last opponent.

Fiona 's wings carried her to the battlefield as her angel opponent stepped forward. She appeared calm and collected, unfazed by the brute angel three times her size.

"Prepare to meet your end, demon!" the angel declared, taking a defensive position with his spear pointed outward.

An evil smile stretched across Fiona 's face. Gracefully, the tips of her boots touched the ground, her wings folding behind her. With a clenched fist, she drew in massive amounts of arcane power, surrounding her body in a violent torrent of energy.

Focusing the power into her hand, she hurled a massive ball of energy at the angel at blinding speed. Unable to react in time, the angel's body exploded, decorating the ground in a mess of torn body parts and bright white blood.

"Such power!" Uriel gasped.

Asmodeus laughed maniacally. "Fools! She has consumed more pure souls than even I thought possible. The magical power that flows through her body rivals that of a God, one who obeys my will!"

Drayce did not understand. She had consumed pure souls? How was that possible? Fiona said those with a pure soul were immune to the powers of a succubus. What was going on?

Godly or not, Uriel was determined to end this conflict. "Go, my champion. Be prepared for anything. Find her weakness and exploit it."

"I shall not fail, my lord."

Uriel's champion was much smaller than Ramiel's and was armed with only a golden scepter with a large diamond ornament radiating arcane power. His ivory wings protruded from the back of his golden robes as he stepped forward to face Fiona .

The angel wasted no time with formalities or chivalry. He pointed his scepter at her and fired a massive beam of blinding light.

She merely stood in place. Her hand deflected Heaven's magic as if she was shading her eyes from a gentle ray of sunlight.

Focusing more power into his scepter, the angel fired again, releasing a larger beam that tore at the ground along its path.

Again her hand blocked the angel's onslaught without so much as moving an inch.

Uriel's champion was weakened; he had expended most of his energy on that last spell. "It's not... possible!" he breathed, trying desperately to recuperate.

Fiona was not about to give him the chance.

She teleported to the hobbled angel and swiftly kicked the scepter from his grasp. Her hand grabbed his neck and she raised him over her head. The angel vainly struggled to free himself from her grip, a grip which not only deprived him of air but also drained him of all energy. He flapped his wings in hope of escape into the sky. But she would not budge; she seemed firmly anchored to the ground.

She relished in the angel's agony, her cold eyes peering into his as each trickle of life escaped his body.

Her strangulating hold around his throat eventually won. His complexion turned dark. His body went limp. With a triumphant smile she shucked the angel's lifeless body off to the side like he was nothing but litter.

"Hahaha!" Asmodeus boasted. "You angels are worthless against her! Once she is finished your last champion, she will be coming for you, Uriel!"

"You dare threaten us beyond the terms of our agreement?"

"I do indeed! Let me show you how serious I am!"

The arch-demon turned his gaze toward Fiona and nodded. Fiona bowed her head in acknowledgment of his command and created a small dimensional portal above her head. Her hand reached inside and extracted a sword with a twisted crimson blade.

Drayce recognized that sword. It was the one hanging on a pedestal in Fiona 's lair. The one named-

"Ragnarok!?" Uriel shouted as the other angels took a step backward. "Have you gone mad?! That cursed blade was never meant to be wielded by anyone! It could destroy reality itself if its power is ever released! All of existence would become non-existence, don't you see that?!"

A female angel of stunning beauty put her hand on Uriel's shoulder. "Do not let him get to you, Uriel. I sense something... off about that succubus. Do you not sense it too?"

Uriel contemplated her words and focused his thoughts on the demon who could be their demise. "Its... faint. Do you know what that is, Sophia?"

The Aspect of Love smiled. "I do. I think I know how to handle this. Allow my champion to fight."

"Very well. Our fate is in your hands."

An angel stepped forward, prepared for battle.

"Not you," Sophia dismissed the hulking angel. "You."

She pointed to a younger angel standing behind the rest. His sword and shield looked to be made of sparkling diamond. He adjusted his armaments and stepped forward.

Simon? No. But he certainly looked like Simon, except for the scar that ran across his left eye.

Wait -- that was Christoph, Simon's twin brother who was killed by demons! His soul must have evolved into an angel after his death!

Christoph the angel walked to the battlefield. His sword was drawn and his shield steady. "Look at you, demon!"

The sinister smile Fiona had worn all this time disappeared. Something stirred inside her, momentarily diverting her attention.

Christoph swung his sword; Fiona barely dodged the swift blow. She held the cursed sword in defense and parried his every strike. Drayce noticed several opportunities for Fiona to strike back, yet she remained on the defensive.

Christoph tried a new strategy. Leaping high, he slashed at the air, sending waves of deadly magical light down at Fiona . Her wings quickly propelled her aloft to avoid the barrage that ravaged the ground where she had stood.

The fight resumed in the air, swords clashing together, torrents of magic blasting at one another. Neither side gave way.

They met head on. Their cold blades and hot eyes tangled together.

Fiona unexpectedly backed off; Christoph's sword whiffed inches in front of her. He was caught off balance. Fiona delivered a kick to his chest that hurled him toward the ground.

She arrowed toward him; their bodies plummeted to earth like a meteorite. They landed with a massive impact, shaking the landscape, blanketing them in a thick cloud of dust.

The dusty air settled. Christoph was pinned to the ground, his sword fallen from his hand. Fiona pointed Ragnarok at his throat, ready to claim his life.

"Finish him, Fiona !" Asmodeus commanded.

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