Uriel MorningStar & Blood Devil

Uriel broke into a light, almost mocking laugh before addressing him with a casual tone.

"Uriel Morningstar greets the Blood Devil," he said, his smile radiant. "I hope you don't mind, I like to keep in touch with the ground." He added this last sentence, pointing at his own bare feet, which rested comfortably on the carpet.

Linfer nodded nonchalantly. As he moved to sit down, his gaze brushed over the armored woman behind Uriel, and he froze for a moment. A heartbeat. Then another. His heart, long inert, began to pound like a war drum. Why? He had no idea. A playful smile curled his lips as he finally settled into an armchair facing Uriel.

"And who is this young lady?" Linfer asked, his tone deliberately casual, though his eyes never left her.

The woman in question, still standing straight as a blade, slowly removed her helmet, revealing short, pale green hair framing an angular, impassive face. Her cold eyes pierced him.

"You can call me Zitish, sire," she said in a dry voice devoid of warmth.

Linfer's smile widened, a mischievous gleam shining in his red eyes.

"A cold beauty... Just what my harem needs."

Zitish narrowed her eyes slightly, unflinching before his burning gaze.

"The rumor that you're a bloodthirsty pervert seems to be true," she replied in a cutting tone.

Linfer burst into laughter.

"It seems my reputation precedes me."

Uriel, seated calmly, gave his niece a disapproving look before sighing, his fingers tapping softly on the armrest of the couch.

"I apologize for her," he said in a measured voice. "Her parents were absent during her childhood. As her uncle, I oversaw her education, but she has always lacked tact."

Linfer waved his hand, still amused.

"No problem. I've gone through similar things. And I like women with spirit." His eyes rested on Zitish, who regarded him with undisguised contempt.

The tension in the room became more palpable, but Linfer broke the silence.

"Well, may I know the purpose of your visit?" he asked, shifting from a playful to a calculating tone.

Uriel took a moment to respond, adjusting his gold necklaces.

"An alliance..." he finally declared.

Linfer raised an eyebrow, interested but cautious.

"Hmm... An Elysian from the south seeking an alliance with an Inferno? That's... suspicious. It seems that for generations, we haven't held each other in high regard. So, what makes you swallow your pride and this ancestral hatred, Uriel Morningstar?"

A smile touched Uriel's lips.

"I don't care if you're an Inferno or an Elysian. What interests me is the destruction of my enemies. Belzebuth is causing problems for both of us. Why not join forces?"

Linfer leaned back against the armrest of his chair, his claws caressing the arm of the seat absentmindedly.

"I don't think I need you to deal with him."

Uriel raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by this arrogance.

"You're underestimating Prince Linfer Vamp."

"Really? And what do I gain by accepting this alliance?" Linfer replied, his interest piqued but still hesitant.

Uriel straightened up, a calculating smile on his lips.

"You asked for the remains of Minerva White. I can give them to you. Consider it a token of good faith."

Linfer remained silent for a moment, thinking.

"Hmm... Fine. But we'd need something more solid to cement this alliance, wouldn't we?"

His mocking smile stretched as he looked at Zitish, his gaze devouring every inch of her body beneath the armor, from head to toe.

Uriel raised his eyebrows, casting a glance at his niece, seemingly open to the implicit suggestion. But before he could say anything, Zitish cut him off coldly.

"Over my dead body." She spoke these words bluntly, her tone as sharp as the blade she carried.

Linfer's face hardened, his gaze turning icy.

"Then die." His voice was cold, terrifying. The scent of blood filled the air as the heat suddenly rose. Behind him, Nestia had already raised her lance, and Zitish, her hand on the hilt of her sword, was about to draw it.

Uriel frowned, golden sparks crackling around him like threatening serpents. The air charged with electricity, and suddenly, the room seemed to shift into another reality. Linfer, usually impassive, felt his world wobble. His concentration blurred, but immediately, a wave of heat surged from his body, burning all around. A disdainful smile curved his lips.

Uriel, with calculated slowness, took a step forward, his hips swaying. Each movement seemed to rumble the sky, and outside, the clouds gathered, heavy and dark, answering his aura. The atmosphere thickened, as if the air itself bent under his power.

Linfer, his hands still in his pockets, straightened up slightly. His aura, ablaze with infernal intensity, clashed with Uriel's. He took a nonchalant step forward, his expression displaying unmatched arrogance.

The two Origin 7s faced each other. Uriel, his hands on his hips in an effeminate posture, while Linfer, his eyes half-closed, sizing up his opponent, stood with provocative nonchalance, his hands in his pockets.

Their auras collided like destructive waves. Around them, reality distorted, the walls cracking under the pressure, and space itself seemed to bend to their will alone.

Nestia was forced to leave the room under the crushing pressure, while Zitish planted her sword in the ground, her legs trembling under the effort.

Without a word, Linfer slowly withdrew his left hand from his pocket, surrounded by crimson flames that distorted the space around him. Uriel, for his part, extended his right hand, lightning bolts exploding in the air like deafening detonations. Reality seemed to warp, objects around them cracking and shattering under the pressure.

*Boom*

Linfer's and Uriel's fists clashed against each other, their auras colliding with unimaginable violence, but neither seemed injured.

"Deal." Linfer displayed a mocking smile, revealing his canines.

Uriel nodded, a cornered smile on his face, his golden eyes shining with a wild gleam.

"It's good to have powerful allies."

Gradually, their auras calmed, reality resuming its initial form.

Linfer cast a glance around him. "I had my doubts about your power, seeing how long it took you to conquer the White House."

Uriel shrugged slightly. "I wanted to avoid a bloodbath of innocents."

"Everyone has their methods." Linfer cracked his index finger in a sign of indifference.

Zitish, still breathless, pale as a ghost, interjected in a trembling voice. "Uncle... you could have warned me next time..."

Linfer turned to her, feigning a sorry expression. "My apologies, Lady Zitish." He extended his hand to help her up, but she pushed his gesture away with a grimace. Uriel seemed about to say something, but thought better of it, the silence heavy in the room.

"Nestia, escort Lady Zitish to a suite so she can rest," Linfer ordered. "She looks exhausted."

"Not in my dreams..." Zitish stumbled before collapsing, her armor resonating heavily against the floor.

Linfer glanced at Nestia, nodding his head. "I think you don't really have a choice."

An amused smile crossed his face before he turned to Uriel. "Blood Devil, we need to talk strategy."

Linfer nodded, his face returning to seriousness. "Come, let's discuss this in my office."