Luis and Mikey vs War, Part 4

"Mikey…" I grunt as my back slams into the building behind me. "I can't…win this one without you.."

Mikey's eyes widen. "Right!" He grunts as he struggles to push himself off of the ground.

"You two are excellent, EXCELLENT!" War booms. "Now come, let us finish this battle once and for all!"

"I'll take your offer!" I reply as I wrap my wind around the blade of my katana as well as my ankles and use it to charge War. "Wind Control: Wind Blade!" I shout once I'm in front of War, as I slash my Wind Blade down towards her.

War then brings her arms up and reinforces them with Cursed Power to block my attack, but what War doesn't expect is that when I swing my katana downwards, my goal isn't to slash Wart, but rather; to trap her.

So before the blade of my katana can collide with War's Cursed Power reinforced arms, I retract my slash backwards before stabbing the blade of my katana, piercing War directly underneath her arms.

"Wh-what?!" War cries as she spits up a glob of blood.

The wind wrapped around the blade of my katana then explodes outwards, forming a giant tornado around War and I, and trapping the demon inside. On the inside of my hurricane, War is pelted by wind blades while also getting shredded by my spiraling winds.

"Mikey!" I call to my comrade as I turn and peer over my shoulder behind me at Mikey. And then…I shout louder than I've ever shouted before.

"NOWWWWWW!!!!!!"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya', Luis!" Mikey replies as she thrusts his dual pistols forwards and presses their barrels together. The bars of the meters on the side of Mikey's dual pistols begin to light up, as a fireball charges in between the two barrels. It's small at first, but then as the bars charge up, from dark green to light green to yellow to orange to red, the fireball grows larger and larger, and hotter, until it stands three feet in diameter! A fireball as grand as the sun rests in between the barrels of Mikey's dual pistols.

Black Flames of Destruction then begin flickering around Mikey's shoulder, before traveling down Mikey's arms, to his hands, then past his pistols, and then finally; the fireball resting between the barrel of his Mikey's pistols. Mikey's Flames of Destruction wrap around Mikey's fireball, turning it into a pitch black fireball with a bright orange and yellow core, greatly strengthening Mikey's attack.

"Flames of Destruction…" Mikey begins to say as he squeezes the triggers of both of his pistols.

"STAR-CORE CANNON!"

Mikey's Star-Core Cannon then fires towards War, melting and incinerating everything in its path as it streaks through the air towards War like a phoenix.

"Are you insane?!" War cries as she struggles to pull herself free from the blade of my katana, but I hold on tight, and War can't budge. "Let me go! You'll kill yourself too! Are you going to kill yourself in order to kill me?!"

"Are you sure?" I ask as I turn back to face War with a smirk. And then…a beaming smile spreads across my face.

"I trust Mikey!"

Without another warning, I press a foot against War's chest and use the momentum to send my flying off of War as I yank my katana free from her stomach in a rush of blood. As I do so, I allow for my giant hurricane to dissipate, allowing War to see that Mikey's Star-Core is mere seconds from incinerating her whole.

"It looks like this is the only one you weren't able to conquer…" I say to the demon with a smirk. "War."

War's eyes widen as she then turns to face Mikey's Star-Core Cannon, which blasts into War with the force of a damn nuclear bomb, exploding into the largest burst of flames that I've ever seen to date.

"You humans will…NEVER BREAK THROUGH MY ARMOR!" War screams.

Mikey lets out a roar as he ups the heat of his flames. War lets out her own roar as she stacks dozens of layers of Invincspere bubbles in a desperate attempt to defend against Mikey's attack. But no matter how War tries to defend, Mikey's flames burn through everything that the dying demon can muster.

The black Flames of Destruction…which never extinguish.

Eventually, War's battle cry melts into screams of agony, as War is incinerated alive.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! War screams. "I CAN'T DIE HERE!"

With one last roar, Mikey ups the heat of his flames even further, and by the time that his Star-Core Cannon dissipates…not even ashes, bones, or blood remain of War's body.

War has died.

And the third member of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse…has been defeated.

"That's it? did we...get her?" I ask as I hobble over to Mikey. But I don't get very far before I limply flop to the ground.

"Yeah...I think we did…" Mikey answers as he hobbles a few steps over to me as well. But MIkey also doesn't get very far before he flops limply to the ground.

"What are you...stupid or something…?" Mikey weakly snaps. "Suggesting an attack like that?! You almost died!"

"But I didn't!" I answer with a weak smile. "I told War that I thrust you to only hit her with your Star-Core Cannon, not me, and I really meant it!" 

Mikey blushes and rolls his eyes. "You dumbass…" he grumbles.

Mikey and I lay on the ground in silence for a little while, panting heavily and gasping frantically for air. Mikey and I are both exhausted both physically and mentally, out of Cursed Power, soaked in blood, and filled with numerous broken bones.

"Hey…Mikey…" I then say, interrupted the silence.

"Yeah…?" Mikey asks as he slowly strains his head to face mine

"It's good to have you back!" I answer with a small smile.

Mikey lets out a small chuckle in response. "You dumbass…" he replies.

"Luis."

***

"Pathetic," one demon grunts as he stomps on the head of a smaller demon. "You'll never become strong with a Cursed Ability such as that one.

 "Please…" the demon weakly pleads as they extend a hand out to the other demon. "I'm starving…"

"Then kill for your own food," the demon apathetically replies as he kicks his fellow demon, sending him tumbling away.

The demon then turns around and walks away, leaving his fellow demons writhing on the ground in pain.

That is how the start of the future Demon King; Death's life started off.

Many assume that Death was born into power as the son of the previous Demon King, born with a powerful Cursed Ability. But no…in fact; it was just the opposite. Not only was Death born without any royal blood; he was born weak on top of it. Despite Death's monstrous strength that people have come to know today, there was once a time where Death's Necromancy bones were so brittle that they would snap from the force of a single flick.

But it's because Death was born so weak and powerless that he inspired to become the Demon King.

At first, Death was too weak to hunt for his own food and nearly starved to death. Any sensible demon was able to beat Death in a fight and avoid being consumed by him, and even regular humans were able to flee from Death (not that Death was frequently able to get close to any to begin with, because -as a weak, low level demon- he lived on the outskirts of demons society).

But everything changed when, one day:

"Oh crap, there's already a demon here!" Death cries. Death had been searching for a place to spend the night and had stumbled across a rickety old cabin which Death had assumed to be empty, but upon entering the cabin, Death found out that it is in fact occupied; by a singular demon.

"CRAP!" Death cries as he ducks out of the cabin. Death then peeks into the cabin, and sees that the demon occupying it isn't moving. And upon closer inspection… Death notices that the demon is lying in a pool of blood.

"Is it…dead…?" Death softly asks himself. Death's eyes widen. "This is it!" He exclaims. "My chance to consume my first demon!"

Slowly, Death creeps into the cabin, and quietly yet swiftly approaches the demon. Once standing before the wounded demon, Death notices that the demon's chest is rising slowly and raggedly, in painful gasps of air.

"It's wounded…" Death sadly says. When Death catches the sympathy in his voice, Death furiously shakes his head from side to side then slaps both of his cheeks. "No…I have to do this!" Death exclaims as he removes his hands from his stinging red cheeks.

Death then creeps even closer to the demon, and once he's standing before the demon, Death opens his mouth up unnaturally wide.

"Feasting time!"

And then…Death chomps down upon the demon.

After consuming his first demon, Death -for the first time in his life- felt the joy of having a full belly and fell in love with the feeling. But more importantly…Death felt his power surging as the demon who he consumed Cursed Power merged with his own, and finally, Death was able to use his Necromancy Cursed Ability in combat. Using his newfound strength, Death slaughtered even more demons, and consumed them all, growing stronger and stronger. Death also consumed hundreds of humans on top of the demons, taking on a more humanoid form himself.

That is when Death came to be known as "Death, the Demon King."

A few months later, Death was feasting on the carcass of some weak demon that he killed, when another small, weak demon wandered over to him. Death paid no mind to the demon, until the demon wandered over to the demon carcass and attempted to take a nibble.

"GET OUTTA HERE!" Death snaps as he kicks the demon on the ribs, causing her to whimper in pain as she's sent tumbling away. "Annoying brat…" Death grumbles as he turns back to the demon carcass and continues eating. But Death is interrupted when he hears another whimper. Death then turns to when he hears the whimper and sees the demon he kicked curled up in a ball, trembling and clutching its growling stomach.

Death sighs. "Dammit…" he grumbles as he rips an arm off of the demon carcass and roses it to the weak demon. "Here, eat up," Death orders.

The demon uncurls itself from a ball and turns to face Death with wide eyes.

"You're lucky that you remind me of myself…" Death grumbles. "I may be a murderer, but I ain't gonna let a weak demon starve to Death!"

The weak demon then turns back to the arm of the carcass that Death tossed to it and begins happily eating.

From that day on, that weak demon began following Death. Reluctantly, Death kept feeding the demon until it became strong enough to hunt for its own. The demon eventually grew to strengths that matched even Death himself, and the demon came to be known as "War the Calamity," due to the way it conquered the battlefield.

By feeding and tending to the weak, low level demons who couldn't fend for themselves…that is how Death created his demon army which helped him to one day become the "Demon King" by killing and overthrowing the current King.