"Let’s begin..." Both of them stated, as they started rushing each other, their grins widened, as if they had nothing on the line in this duel.
Bam!
Their first punches hit each other’s fists, and their second one did as well. Continuous punches kept being deflected by both of their fists, as if they weren’t receiving any pain from the damage that beca apparent on their hands.
"Is that all?!" drus yelled.
"Of course not!" Liam responded as he ducked underneath the fist.
Bam!
The Spirit King landed a clean blow to the Demon King’s stomach, but drus fully tanked it, almost as if there wasn’t anything there.
drus lifted his leg. Liam’s fist had now been squeezed in between the Demon King’s hands. drus then stomped downward on the Spirit King’s arm.
Boom!
The Spirit King’s arm dropped to the floor, taking his body with it. drus stared downwards.
"Only physical capabilities?" drus paused, "I’ve been training them for longer than you think, and soone like you can never tank what I’m about to bestow."
His glare turned dark, but a dark that represented crimson amongst the deepest depths of hell.
"Nice job," Liam declared, "But don’t think you can beat with that pathetic effort."
The Spirit King now started lifting his head upwards. drus’s foot was covered all over, but Liam carried himself like it was never there, as if there was no weight in the first place.
drus jumped backwards. He felt an attack coming from Liam that made him switch his position, dodging the potential punch stance that the Spirit King now turned towards.
"You dodged?" Liam curiously grimaced, "I see you’re better than I thought..." He said, straightening his position from the original bent-over stance he was in.
"Of course I did," drus proudly stated, "Who do you think I am-"
"I’m sorry," blood started to pour out of drus’s mouth, "But I don’t play fair if I’m not certain of victory." Liam Lionheart said, his back turned towards drus.
Coughs that represented constant bleeding had drus continuously aching in pain, but he still didn’t know where this sudden disadvantage ca from.
"I ca just in ti." drus started to look behind him, "I have successfully retrieved what we’ve been longing for, to fight this war."
The man who stood behind drus, who delivered a hole instilled in the center of his body, was none other than the sa person who betrayed ’Misfit Cadets.’
It was Michael, Michael Elric, the spirit. And slowly, he pierced the sa blinding light dagger into drus’s body, showing no signs of regret or sha, even though it was supposed to be a one-versus-one.
"You coward!" drus yelled, coughing blood as he cried out, "It should’ve been just you!"
It was a sha, truly, the Demon King faltering to such a disturbing occurrence would have never been assud of soone as great as he is.
"You know," The Spirit King paused, walking closer towards drus, "Technically, it is, because Michael cos from a part of . You just didn’t follow up on the rules fully, because Michael is my son."
drus began falling onto the cracked floor, his glare now closed in darkness. He understood he was about to die, and this would be it for soone as great as he is.
"It’s truly a sha you followed your mother and not your father, drus," Liam took the blindingly lit dagger from Michael, "Because you co from the sa cloth as us, half Demon, half Spirit. But you chose your wasted mother’s side, even after all we offered. Disgraceful." The Spirit King’s glared darkened, preparing to deliver the final blow on the breathlessly dying drus.
Even amongst all this, the Demon King grinned, "You think the war is over? No, soone is waiting for you, and I swear on my own demonic part! This war is not over until we win!" He coughed up blood four more tis before his heart slowly began to stop pounding from the continuous bloodlust.
"Pathetic." Liam spat out the blood accumulated inside of him onto his side, "But until the end, who would’ve known if I would have won in a real fight?"
"Now what?" Michael asked his father, the Spirit King.
"Now we plan for the upcoming events, for where this shall all co to a close."
Both of them started walking under the moonlit night, leaving drus’s body to lie at rest...
It wasn’t that they didn’t feel threatened after the duel, but it was genuinely the complete opposite. They were now preparing for what was to co.
But suddenly, behind them, sothing shook their eyes, and it was a darkened presence. That ca from drus, but when both of them looked back, his body was still flattened, like an empty vessel.
"I’m not done yet," drus whispered, inside his mind. "I need to tell him one more thing." He tried moving himself, but couldn’t, and it was now just him in his unconscious state. "Zylus... protect the Demon Realm."
He made a cry for help to the one man whom he thinks can now take his place, and it was none other than Zylus Elwis. That man was ready to prepare for the impossible, but he had every eye on him, every once in a while, relied on the Demon King, and now hoped to the nonexistent Demonic heavens that power may bless them with protection.
"That was nothing," a sweat ca off of Michael in relief.
"No," Liam stopped him, "It definitely was, the man that he was, would never falter even amongst the worst possible scenarios. But now, it’s our ti, just be cautious." He said nervously.
"Yeah, yeah," Michael brushed it off, "You’re worrying for nothing, the rest are just weak." He put his hands behind his head, in an attempt to show his father that all of this was a walk in the park for soone with his status.
In truth, he was clearly playing on act, because now, Zylus’s mission was displayed.
He would now have to infiltrate the Human Elental Academy.
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