The infernals surged forward, a massive, grotesque demon leading the charge.
"None shall pass," the Guardian declared, his voice echoing through the battlefield. With a single swing of his sword, flas erupted, consuming the front lines of the horde. But more infernals crawled from the depths, relentless in their assault.
"What is going on?" the Guardian muttered, eyes narrowing as he cut through another wave. "Why are this many infernals trying to breach Hell's defenses? Is soone behind this?"
Lost in thought, he barely noticed an infernal lunging at his blind spot. Without even turning, he twisted his blade, impaling the creature mid-air. It disintegrated instantly. Yet, more and more kept rising from the ground.
"Tch... there's no end to them," he growled.
An infernal leaped at him, fangs bared. This ti, the Guardian let go of his sword. It dissipated into flas as he caught the demon barehanded. Heat erupted from his palms, and the infernal struggled in agony before its skull was crushed to ash.
A smirk spread across his face. "Interesting... I'm getting ward up."
Floating into the air, he raised his hand towards the charging army. "Inferno."
A blinding burst of flas engulfed the battlefield, reducing everything in its wake to nothing but smoldering ashes. As the firestorm settled, he landed smoothly on his feet.
Two n rushed toward him, dropping to their knees.
"Lord Azrael, we ca as soon as we heard about the attack!"
Azrael stepped forward, the heat radiating from him growing more intense. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and the n began to sweat—only for the moisture to evaporate instantly.
"You must have heard from Bullock that I was handling the infernals," Azrael said, voice dripping with authority.
The two n flinched. "Y-Yes, my lord!"
"And yet, you still ca?" His gaze burned into them. "Are you implying that I couldn't handle this alone? That I am weak?"
They panicked, bowing deeper. "No, my lord! We would never—"
Azrael's heat surged. Lava erupted in the distance. "Then explain yourselves."
One of them hesitated before answering, "W-We just wanted to make sure everything was handled."
The other man, Hulk, turned to him with wide eyes. That was a terrible response.
Azrael took a step forward.
Bull paled, his mind racing. I'm going to die. Should I run? No, I have to run! I don't want to die!
He bolted.
Hulk sighed. "That fool... running is pointless."
Before Bull could get far, Azrael appeared in front of him in an instant.
When—?! Hulk barely registered the movent before Azrael caught Bull's flaming fist with ease.
"Has the heat made you forget your place?" Azrael said, tightening his grip. Bull trembled, tears forming in his eyes.
"P-Please, my lord, I don't want to die!"
"Too bad. I can't have a rampaging bull causing chaos in Hell."
Bull scread as flas devoured him, his body rolling in agony until nothing remained but ash. Azrael turned back to Hulk.
"Hulk."
Hulk flinched. He was just over there a second ago...
Azrael lood over him. "Tell Laisa to et in the Flaming Hall. And summon the Five Pillars."
Hulk, drenched in fear, bowed deeply. "Y-Yes, my lord."
Azrael turned, vanishing into flas. Hulk exhaled, finally able to breathe. He glanced at the pile of ash. "Bull... you should've thought of a better response. Not that it would've changed the outco."
He sighed. "And Laisa, huh? I don't like her... she gives the creeps. But an order is an order."
With that, he disappeared into smoke.
---
The Chamber of Scarlet Flas
Inside an elegant chamber, a group of maids stood at attention. Hulk materialized in front of them, raising a hand. "I've co with a ssage. Lord Azrael summons Lady Laisa."
One of the maids gasped and rushed inside.
A woman with flowing red hair lay lazily on a luxurious bed, draped in a silk robe. She barely opened her eyes. "Who dares disturb my rest?"
"Lady Laisa, Lord Azrael seeks your presence."
At the ntion of his na, she sat up, her eyes sparkling with excitent. "Lord Azrael wants to see ?" A smile spread across her lips.
The maid stamred, "Y-Yes, my lady."
Laisa huffed. "You should've said so sooner!"
She waved the maids away and stepped toward her wardrobe, pulling out a long, flowing crimson gown. She carefully applied a deep red lipstick, admiring herself in the mirror.
"I need to look perfect for him."
Monts later, she stepped out of the chamber, finding Hulk waiting. She wrinkled her nose. "Why are you still here? Scram."
Hulk sighed, muttering under his breath, "Does she even know this is a war council, not a date?"
Laisa smirked. "Did you say sothing?"
"N-No, my lady!"
"Good. Let's not keep Lord Azrael waiting."
She strode forward, maids trailing behind her, and Hulk vanished into smoke.
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Flaming Hall
The grand hall was a masterpiece of destruction and power. Flas lined the towering obsidian pillars, casting eerie shadows along the walls. A massive, circular table sat at the center, long chairs surrounding it. The very air shimred with heat, suffused with an overwhelming aura of dominance.
Four n and one woman were already seated around the table, their presence heavy with authority.
The doors burst open, and Azrael strode in. Imdiately, they all stood, bowing their heads. He took his seat at the head of the table, and with a simple motion, they followed.
"Let's go over today's assessnt."
With a snap of his fingers, Hulk stepped forward to address the room.
Just as he opened his mouth—
"Sorry for being late~"
Laisa sauntered in, her movents deliberate, her crimson gown flowing like liquid fire. She approached Azrael, holding her dress as she curtsied.
Azrael's gaze t hers. "You're late."
She smirked. "My apologies, my lord."
She leaned in, lips nearing his cheek. Just as she was about to make contact, Azrael raised a single finger, pressing it against her lips.
"Sit. The eting has begun."
Laisa pouted but obeyed, sliding gracefully into her seat.
Hulk gritted his teeth. First she's late, and now she's pulling this? She's too much...
Azrael's voice cut through his thoughts. "Shall we begin?"
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