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Lucifer

"Twin brothers?" Forseti was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood. "Kazan is a fallen angel?"

"Yes... when we were young, Kazan was taken to hell by Lord Lucifer, while I remained in heaven. Almost no one knows about our relationship," Malachi explained.

"We operated from opposite realms—through secret alliances, we supported each other's ambitions and eliminated mutual threats to ensure our respective successes."

Forseti nodded knowingly. "So, I've become your target this time. You planned to deliver my head to Kazan to bolster his standing in hell?"

"...Yes," Malachi admitted reluctantly after a pause.

Forseti remained silent.

Quickly, Malachi added, "As long as you spare me, I can assist you in any way. I know how to navigate hell. Without me, you'll be stranded until the lord of hell discovers you."

"What's your plan for leaving hell?" Forseti asked calmly.

"Well... you must first swear not to kill me—in Odin's name," Malachi proposed cautiously.

Forseti nodded. "I regret to inform you that I also know a more expedient way out of hell."

Before Malachi could react, Forseti swung the Demon Slayer Sword in a decisive arc, its silver-white blade gleaming.

"No—!" Malachi's protest was cut short as his head was severed cleanly by the vibrating blade.

After dispatching Malachi, Forseti retraced his steps toward the city.

Unexpectedly, a thunderous shout echoed through the air: "Who killed Kazan?"

Forseti's expression turned grim upon hearing the voice. He activated the Eye of Reckoning, casting a sweeping gaze of holy light towards the source of the disturbance.

In the Eye's vision, a crimson figure streaked through the sky, approaching rapidly with eight layers of shimmering energy.

The Lord of Hell—a demonic entity of eighth-level power, often known as Satan in these infernal realms.

While confident in facing demons outside hell, Forseti harbored doubts about confronting a hell lord in its own domain, where their powers were greatly enhanced.

Arriving swiftly, the Lord of Hell landed before Forseti, his imposing figure adorned with scarlet skin, towering stature, and two massive devil horns atop his head, complemented by broad black wings exuding a palpable malevolence.

"God of Aesir..." the Lord of Hell addressed Forseti in a deep voice.

Observing the lord's appearance, Forseti mused, "Are you... Lucifer?"

The resemblance was striking—the black wings and aura hinted at a kinship among fallen angels, specifically Lucifer, the infamous betrayer of Jehovah.

As far as Forseti knew, Lucifer stood unmatched among the fallen, wielding formidable power.

"It appears the arrogant Asgardian still remembers my name. Impressive," Lucifer remarked with a wry smile.

He scrutinized Forseti. "Young God Aesir, I can feel that you have an unbearable magical aura about the demons. This aura is 10,000 times more disgusting than the Lord's. It seems that you killed the Kazan.."

With a clench of his fist, Lucifer conjured a dark purple magical fire, nearly pitch-black, and hurled it towards Forseti.

In response, Forseti unleashed his wrath, wielding both the Sulfuron Hammer and the Demon Slayer Sword simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The clash between demonic fire and holy light reverberated, sending shockwaves across the infernal landscape as the forces of darkness and divine power collided.

"Just as I thought," Lucifer snarled, withdrawing a large crimson longsword from his back.

"Choosing to confront a hell lord in their own domain means certain death, God Aesir!"

"Boom!"

Forseti and Lucifer clashed fiercely. Holy light intertwined with Lucifer's dark sword and the demonic fire, creating a tumultuous spectacle akin to elemental forces at war, rending the dim skies of hell.

Lucifer's wings beat rhythmically as he held his ground effortlessly in mid-air. Forseti, meanwhile, maneuvered defensively, assessing the vast disparity in their strengths.

Facing Lucifer, Forseti's demeanor turned graver.

Lucifer, once Jehovah's right-hand, wielded powers beyond ordinary demons, ranking among the mightiest of hell lords.

In the hellish environment, Forseti acknowledged that even at his peak, defeating Lucifer seemed an insurmountable challenge.

Yet escape remained viable—if only he could manage it.

Guided by wings of holy light, Forseti surged forward, wielding both the Sulfuron Hammer and the Demon Slayer Sword against Lucifer's formidable offense. Dark purple magic fire surged like hungry beasts, attempting to engulf Forseti.

The two adversaries engaged in a flurry of aerial maneuvers, exchanging blows in rapid succession.

Through these exchanges, Forseti gained deeper insight into Lucifer's formidable prowess. The crimson sword, wreathed in magical flames, struck with relentless fury, leaving Forseti wounded in several places, including a grievous blow to his abdomen.

"Boom!"

Another thunderous clash sent Forseti hurtling backward from Lucifer's forceful strike.

"Prepare to meet your end!" Lucifer snarled, his eyes ablaze with dark purple flames as he raised his longsword high.

"Holy Shield!"

In a critical moment, Forseti conjured a Holy Shield, warding off Lucifer's lethal strike.

"What?!" Lucifer recoiled in disbelief at the steadfast defense of the Holy Shield, visibly shaken.

In response, Forseti channeled divine energy into his hands, summoning the Holy Warhorse. The majestic steed materialized in a burst of radiant light, its mane aglow.

"Expel!"

With a decisive gesture, Forseti unleashed a burst of divine energy, causing the Holy Warhorse to detonate in a brilliant explosion of holy light.

"Boom—"

Lucifer's eyes widened in horror as he was caught in the blast, unable to evade in time. The demonic fire engulfing him faltered against the overwhelming force of holy light.

"Ahh!" Lucifer's scream echoed through the infernal skies as one of his arms was rent asunder by the radiant explosion.