A Hybrid Angel

Vergil landed immediately, his boot crushing the fallen angel's chest with enough force to drive him even deeper into the ruined ground. Fragments of stone and earth scattered around as the Demon King's dark aura engulfed him like an impending storm.

"Now… you're going to tell me who the hell you are." Vergil said, his voice cold, his eyes locked onto the fallen angel's as if he were peering into his very soul.

Despite his injuries and immobilized state, the angel showed no fear. Instead, he smiled—a weak smile, yet filled with something strange, almost defiant.

"Not everyone is obligated to obey your commands."

Vergil frowned, an abrupt unease settling in—a premonition… But before he could react, it all happened in an instant.

A snap in the air.

Time seemed to slow.

Vergil felt a scorching, cutting force tearing through his body before he even realized what it was. His eyes widened slightly as a golden glow filled his peripheral vision.