The Devil vs. The Abyss

The Abyss Watches

The battlefield trembled.

Satanael gritted his teeth, golden blood dripping from his lips. His wings were tattered, his armor cracked. He panted, struggling to keep himself upright, his pride forcing him to ignore the pain tearing through his body.

Across from him, Lucifer stood perfectly composed, not a single scratch on him. He dusted off his shoulder, as if flicking away imaginary dust. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Getting tired already?" Lucifer mused, tilting his head. "I thought you said we were equals."

Satanael clenched his fists. He refused to acknowledge the truth. No—he wasn't losing. This was just… a minor setback.

Yeah. That's all this was.

"Shut up," Satanael spat, flaring his wings wide. Dark energy crackled around him, burning the air itself. "I'm just getting started."