Lucifer Vs Satanael

The Clash of Fallen Gods

Above the chaos of the battlefield, two figures clashed, their blows shaking the sky itself.

Lucifer and Satanael moved at speeds beyond mortal comprehension, their strikes sending shockwaves that shattered reality around them. The very fabric of existence twisted with each collision of their power, the air splitting apart with every clash.

Lucifer was calm, his movements effortless, his white wings cutting through the burning winds. His every attack was precise, almost playful. He wasn't fighting seriously—he was toying with Satanael.

Satanael, on the other hand, fought like a man possessed. His corrupted wings, now twisted by eldritch power, flared behind him, leaving trails of unnatural energy in their wake. His golden armor was cracked, pulsing with the cosmic influence that had reshaped him, but his eyes burned with relentless fury.

He believed he could match Lucifer.

He was wrong.