chapter thirty

In the underworld, a young demon rushed to the throne room, bowing deeply before King xandros and Queen malmia,Zamiel's parents.

"My king, my queen," the demon stammered, "Korak has escaped."

The king's expression turned grim. "The one who was bounded has escaped?"

The demon nodded, trembling. "I don't know, my lord. He vanished into thin air."

The queen's face darkened, and she stood up, her voice thundering. "How dare you! Where were you guards?"

The demon cowered, pointing a shaky finger. "There's only one place he would escape to...Earth."

The queen's eyes blazed with fury as she rushed out of the throne room, disappearing into the shadows. She reappeared in a hidden chamber, surrounded by ancient artifacts and mysterious symbols. With a swift gesture, she activated a magical portal, and Zamiel's face appeared before her.

"Zamiel!" she shouted, her voice laced with panic. "Korak has escaped! The one who was bounded..you're the only one who can bring him down."

Zamiel's expression turned serious."how?Mother."

The queen's voice grew more urgent. "Zamiel, you must destroy korak"

Zamiel bowed deeply...he was grinning,he loved challenges ike this

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Korak, the demon, stood in front of a dingy, rundown alleyway, his eyes scanning the crowded streets of the human city. He sneered, his lips curling upward in contempt. These humans were so blind, so ignorant of the world beyond their own.

With a flick of his wrist, Korak's body began to shift and contort, his form blurring and morphing until he stood as a hunched, elderly beggar. His skin turned a sickly gray, his eyes sunken and his hair thinning.

Korak grinned to himself, pleased with his new disguise. Who would ever suspect a harmless old beggar?

He hobbled out of the alleyway, his eyes scanning the crowds as he made his way through the bustling streets. People passed him by, some tossing coins into his begging bowl, others ignoring him altogether.

Korak's grin grew wider as he walked, his senses drinking in the sights and sounds of the human city. He reveled in the anonymity, the freedom to move undetected among these puny humans.

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As evening descended upon the city, zamiel ventured into the night, his eyes scanning the streets.

Korak's true intention was to consume human souls, to feast on their life force and gain more power.

His gaze landed on a teenage girl, dressed in her school uniform, walking alone down the deserted street. The streetlights cast long shadows behind her, making her seem vulnerable and alone. Korak's eyes gleamed with excitement as he targeted the unsuspecting girl.

As she approached, Korak stretched out his grimy hand, holding out his begging bowl. The girl's eyes filled with compassion, and she reached into her pocket, pulling out a coin. Korak's grin twisted, his eyes flashing with malevolence as the girl dropped the coin into his bowl.

The girl's hand brushed against Korak's as she let go of the coin, and for a moment, their skin touched. Korak felt a jolt of electricity run through his body, and his dark magic stirred, sensing the girl's innocent soul...

Just as Korak's hand was about to make contact with the girl, a sudden push sent him stumbling backward. The girl, startled by the commotion, let out a terrified scream and ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.

Korak's eyes flashed with anger as he regained his balance, turning to face his assailant. But his expression faltered when he saw the person standing before him.

It was Prince zamiel.

"Ah, it's you, " korak said, his voice dripping with disdain.

He sneered, standing up from his beggar's pose.

Zamiel's eyes narrowed. " You're here to take human souls, aren't you?"

Korak shrugged, his grin twisting. "How am I any different from you? You're also taking human souls and lives."

Zamiel's expression turned cold. "At least I give them a choice. They can choose to make a deal with me, to trade their souls for something they desire. But you...you just take, without any regard for their free will."

Korak snorted. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm taking the same souls and lives that you are. And I'll stop at nothing to get what I want."

Here's the rewritten scene:

The air was electric with tension as Korak and Zamiel faced off, their eyes blazing with malevolent intent. The atmosphere around them began to distort, the very fabric of reality seeming to bend and writhe under the pressure of their combined magical energies.

Without warning, Korak unleashed a blast of dark magic, the air rippling with the force of his attack. Zamiel raised a hand, conjuring a shield of swirling silver energy to deflect the blow.

The impact was tremendous, the two magical forces colliding in a shower of sparks and a deafening crash. The ground shook beneath their feet, the sound of cracking stone and splintering wood filling the air as the environment around them began to disintegrate.

Zamiel retaliated with a wave of his own magic, summoning a maelstrom of razor-sharp shadows that sliced through the air with deadly precision. Korak laughed, his eyes flashing with excitement, as he summoned a vortex of swirling flames to engulf the shadows.

The flames and shadows clashed in a spectacular display of light and sound, the two demons exchanging blows with increasing ferocity. The air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke and ozone, the ground trembling beneath their feet as the battle raged on.

Buildings crumbled, trees splintered, and the sky grew dark with the intensity of their magic. The very fabric of reality seemed to be unraveling, torn apart by the sheer force of their conflict.

And yet, despite the chaos and destruction surrounding them, Korak and Samuel seemed to be evenly matched, their powers locked in a struggle that showed no signs of abating...

The battle between Korak and Zamiel raged on, their magical energies locked in a struggle that seemed to have no end. They clashed and exchanged blows, their forms blurring as they vanished and reappeared in a dizzying display of speed and power.

One moment, they were fighting on the ground, their feet pounding the pavement as they unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. The next, they had vanished, only to reappear on the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper.

They fought on the rooftop, their blows sending chunks of concrete flying as they clashed in a whirlwind of magic and martial arts. And then, in an instant, they were gone again.

They reappeared in the sky, their forms silhouetted against the moon as they exchanged blows in mid-air. Korak summoned a swarm of razor-sharp insects to attack Samuel, but the prince conjured a whirlwind to dispel them.

The insects were swept away, and the two demons vanished once more. They reappeared on a tree branch, their feet locked in a precarious balance as they fought for dominance.

The branch creaked and swayed under their weight, but they didn't seem to notice. They were too busy exchanging blows, their magic and martial arts skills locked in a struggle that seemed to have no end.

And then, in a flash of speed, they vanished again. This time, they reappeared on a moving bus, their forms blurring as they clashed in the crowded aisle.

Passengers screamed and scrambled to get out of the way as the two demons fought on, their magic and martial arts skills causing chaos and destruction wherever they went.