The Commander of Satan

The air grew heavy. The battle had momentarily paused, but the tension was razor-sharp.

Ravan stood firm, his fists clenched, his body trembling—not from fear, but from the strain of resisting his past strength trapped within a weak vessel.

The enemy warrior stared at him, eyes narrowing. Then, with a slow exhale, he stepped back.

"Heh… So you're not completely useless after all," he muttered.

Then, with a snap of his fingers—

His disguise shattered.

Dark, swirling energy erupted from his body, peeling away his human-like features. His skin darkened into a deep obsidian shade, glowing red lines carved into his muscles like demonic runes. His pupils elongated into sharp slits, and two twisted horns sprouted from his forehead.

Ravan felt the shift in power immediately. This wasn't just some random warrior—

This was something far worse.

Lucifer's eyes flickered with recognition. His expression darkened. "Tch… So it's you."

The warrior smirked. "Took you long enough to realize."

Lucifer turned to Ravan, his tone serious. "Listen up. This bastard isn't just any fighter. He's one of the Ten Commanders of Satan."

Ravan's breath hitched.

The Ten Commanders of Satan—beings said to be among the strongest of the fallen. Each one commanded legions of demons and had enough power to challenge even gods.

Lucifer's voice was sharp. "His name is Thajjal."

The name sent a shiver down Ravan's spine.

Thajjal. A name whispered in fear in his past life. A demon who had fought and slaughtered countless warriors. A commander of chaos itself.

Thajjal grinned, flashing his sharp fangs. "I've been waiting for this moment, Ashra King. Ever since you reincarnated, I knew I'd get the chance to kill you again."

Ravan's eyes narrowed. "Again?"

Thajjal chuckled darkly. "Oh? You don't remember?" He gestured to his own chest. "The last time we fought, I was the one who held you down while the gods struck you with that divine arrow."

The memories surged through Ravan's mind—pain, betrayal, the feeling of his heart being pierced.

His golden eyes burned with rage.

"You…" His voice was calm, but filled with fury. "You were there when I died?"

Thajjal smirked. "Not just there. I helped make it happen."

BOOM!

Without thinking, Ravan lunged. His fist, filled with every ounce of hatred, shot forward—

But Thajjal dodged with ease.

"Too slow, little king."

Before Ravan could react, Thajjal's knee smashed into his gut. CRACK.

Ravan choked on air, his vision blurring from the sheer force. He staggered, but before he could recover—

BAM!

Thajjal's elbow struck his back, sending him crashing into the ground.

"RAVAN!" Lucifer shouted.

Ravan coughed, blood dripping from his lips. His body refused to move. His power was still locked away, and this form couldn't withstand such force.

Thajjal loomed over him. "Pathetic." He raised his foot. "I guess the mighty Ashra King was just a legend after all."

BOOM!

His foot slammed down—but before it could crush Ravan—

Black flames erupted.

Lucifer appeared in an instant, catching Thajjal's foot in his hand. His expression was unreadable, but his aura burned with fury.

"I think that's enough."

Thajjal clicked his tongue. "Tch. Still interfering?"

Lucifer's grip tightened. "You want to kill him?" His golden eyes burned. "Then you'll have to go through me first."

The real fight was about to begin.