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“How would his hellish majesty…like to die?” Erik exclaimed in draconic, as suddenly the frozen-silver fields of hell before him began to rumble and crack.

The tower in the distance which bound this hell’s floor and ceiling, began to glow an eerie red.

When suddenly a crashing sound filled their ears. One by one geysers of lava began to burst through both the ground and ceiling, rushing towards Erik and his armada of ships.

Following behind the quickly approaching bursts of liquid flame, rose a creature, akin to a wave of crimson. A serpent of pure magma rose out of the sea of lava, before diving back in, then out again. A serpent so massive that it coiled out and back in twelve times before its tail followed.

“Oh, so that’s the game you wish to play. Very well, second king of hell. This Dragon will play.” Erik mused, his eyes flaring up with crimson energy as he raised his right hand forth. The ships above him then began forming up in a line, turning on themselves to have their sides face forward.

“I see you.” Erik chuckled wickedly, as from under the waves of lava rose brimstone ships manned by hellish elementals.

Erik clutched his hand into a fist then and an explosion of flame burst out from their midst, at the same time the gun ports on each of his air ships opened up, sending forth a barrage of magicannon-fire upon the distraught brimstone vessels.

The demonic ships came up, then sank back down.

Suddenly from Erik’s right the serpent’s massive maw burst out of the ground, rising up higher than before and evaporating eleven airships in one single bite.

Immediately then Erikathyr raised his left hand, a runic circle appearing all around the serpent’s head, glowing off the airships which remained surrounding its ascent.

Clutching it into a fist, the runes sparked and a blue light converged onto the serpent in a blink.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, until the sound came.

Booming out like thunder, as the serpent’s head came off the rest of its body.

The head fell to the silver-frozen ground behind Erik, quaking the floor beneath him before the rest of its body also fell limp and added to the rumble.

Silence befell the battle-field, as the tower beyond began to glow brighter and brighter, a bloody crimson colour which came out of hundreds of holes that began opening along its length.

Darkness burst out of ever part of the tower, growing out like a cloud and rushing closer.

But Erikathyr’s keen draconic eyes could see and pinpoint each little creature which made up that cloud. Winged emerald beasts with cracks of molten running across their body, similar to wyverns, but with a horrid child’s face over their long necks.

The winged demons spread out and approached the airships, as the cannons within the cannon ports suddenly all aimed up higher. Forcefields appeared all around each airship, as slowly they began moving sideways and approaching the enemy.

Erikathyr took to the sky, his powerful wings sending blades of wind spiralling all around him as he soared.

Coming to hover above his armada, Erikathyr watched as dozen by dozen, the demons broke out of formation and rushed forth at twice their previous speed. Like tendrils of darkness reaching out of the approaching cloud.

“Fire shrapnel pods!” Birse’s voice echoed out magically, and half the cannons fired, before moving back to reload, as the other half then fired.

The skies burned violet as the magical pods of energy burst out into explosions of violent lightning, zapping through everything within reach, then jumping further to the closest targets for another dozen meters.

The barrage continued on, as Erikathyr took to the skies, with a sudden burst of speed he flashed past the explosions and like a bolt of lightning zapped through the enemy cloud.

Coming out on the other side, he continued to soar forth, his sights set on the tower.

Fire and lightning surrounding him, he approached the tower as its glow grew fiercer.

More monstrosities escaped the tower’s many windows, packs of Demon Lords came to meet him, as out of the magma below two more enormous serpents rose.

As the serpents hissed, announcing their presence, immediately a bolt of golden light blasted through one’s head, having gone through the entire cloud of flying demons as well.

Off the deck of one of the airships Makaela took aim with her bow, draconic energy surging into her palm before forming into a second arrow. Her eyes aglow with power, “Keep your filthy claws off him.” She hissed back.

When suddenly two figures appeared hovering right beside Erikathyr, taking off their hoods the two Spirit Beasts stood ready as mystical energy began pouring out of their bodies.

“Leave these pests to us, my lord.” Quinn said as her spirit form, that of a massive blue falcon, formed all around her.

“We’ll pummel them all back to ash.” Shizuka announced, her own spirit form taking shape, a just as large crimson tiger.

The two spirit beasts rushed forth then, their massive forms shredding a dozen Demon Lord to shreds with mere swipes and bites, leaving a clear path for Erikathyr to fly through.

Calmly Erikathyr approached the tower, eyes wide and focused into fiery slits, his wings grew larger as he came to face its brimstone wall.

Lightning surged across his wings before he beat them once, sending the bricks blasting aside as thunder burst into the tower. An echoing bellow and crash which shook the entire structure.

Revealing the second group of demon lords within, yet these looked different. Larger than the ones before, they each also looked exactly the same, unlike the usual chaotic forms Erikathyr knew.

“Elder Demons.” Erikathyr mused, his fiery gaze moving across the two dozen armoured hell-spawn, to the brimstone chair which lay at the very centre. “You knocked first, Kurzan. You threatened my son’s lives. Now, you will tell me where my daughter is.”

The goliath chuckled from his giant throne, violet magma oozing down his entire body. A wicked grin, searing hellishly warm, it rose to meet Erikathyr with pitch black eyes.

The Elder Demons all charged Erikathyr then, each with a burst of violet flames, their brimstone great swords rising as they surrounded the dragon.

Until suddenly each froze mid-leap.

Wounds of pure shadow appeared across their entire bodies, as a shadowy figure came out into the open beneath them.

Covering in swirling tendrils of darkness and adorning a cloak of black, the masked figured sighed. “This is as far as we can take you, Dragon. Birse leaves you with a message, kill the sorry fucker.”

And with those words lingering, the shadow dissipated.

Erikathyr chuckled wickedly, as he began hovering down to the ground.

Kurzan moved to rise, but a sudden blast of lightning sent the goliath crashing through his own throne and rolling over its rubble, coming back around onto a kneel the Devil King growled exhuming hellish energy out as if it was his very breath.

“I believe, the time to talk, is long past.” Erikathyr mused, as a staff of pure white, decorated with carvings of scale and fang, appeared within his hands.

Kurzan rose to his feet, “You…have absolutely no idea, what you’ve gotten into, little lizard.” The Devil King mocked as he plunged his fist into his own chest, gripping something and suddenly pulling out a black bone-whip covered in violet flames three times the length of his own arm.

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“Let us see then, King of Hell, who’s fire burns the hottest,” Erikathyr announced, as Kurzan bellowed out and snapped his whip forth.

Blazing violet the whip swirled about the room, snapping from side to side, each time clashing down upon Erikathyr with hellish intent.

Erikathyr whirled his staff, lightning surging through its length as flames burst out of each end, meeting the whip each time and sending it back.

Surging forth in a burst of lightning, Erikathyr appeared at Kurzan’s feet, rising up in a swirl of flames and meeting the goliath’s chin with his staff’s end. Sent several feet into the air, Kurzan flicked his whip around, sending its length bashing into Erikathyr who’s form soared over and upward.

Coming to hover before Kurzan as he began to fall, Erikathyr’s spun with the rise, bringing the end of his staff into the Devil King’s torso and sending him soaring back into the wall and out of the tower’s other end.

Lava rose out of hell’s ground to meet Kurzan’s fall, joining with his violet body, Kurzan became a mountain of rushing liquid flame as he raised his back gaze to meet his foe.

Erikathyr calmly hovered out of the second hole he had made in the tower, “Sloth has made you weak, the eons of greed and lust for everything, yet you lift not a finger as your minions do it all for you. Yet you call yourselves Kings. It’s pitiful, it’s disgusting, it’s shameful.”

“Cease your blabbering, lizard. I am an incarnation of Hell itself! I hold its power as one of the three chosen to wield it!” Kurzan exclaimed. “Unlike my brothers, one a barbaric fool, the other a defective maniac. Even I, the diplomat, know. What can a forgotten being such as you do before our…my immortality!?” Kurzan asked with a wide smirk as the damage over his body quickly disappeared.

“Because your power is lent.” Erikathyr said, “And now that there’s more space, let me show you, power earned.”

Suddenly the staff within his hands faded into smoke, as his entire body began to convulse.

His wings once more grew larger, his tail elongated, and his horns thickened and surged with lightning.

Erikathyr’s entire body grew several hundred times as before the Devil King, The Destroyer now stood, a growling Dragon of Fire and Storm.

Then, Kurzan’s grin grew wider.

As suddenly rifts opened all around Erikathyr, bright white cracks in reality that seemed to shudder and clash with the energies of Hell. Chains soared out of the rifts, several tens of chains surging out behind a spear of gold and white which snaked and coiled around the Dragon’s body.

Flames and lightning surged out of Erikathyr’s body to meet the chains, yet a white energy clashed back out of the metal, keeping the draconic power at bay as each spear pierced into his scales then flesh.

The chains tightened, as Erikathyr growled.

“Haha,” Kurzan chuckled, “Yes, why wouldn’t a proud Dragon not take his true form when met with such a battle?” The Devil King laughed, “Falling right into our clutches.”

Erikathyr became silent, his eyes setting on Kurzan with ferocious intent.

As out of one rift, a figure hovered out. Draped in black and gold, two sets of pure white feathered wings adorned his back. The angel pointed his golden sword down at Erikathyr, “Ah, welcome, Dragon warrior. I’m afraid, I had to spoil your plans. You must be curious though, as to why might a being such as I, ally with a being such as that?”

Once more, Erikathyr took no mind, remaining silent as his eyes remained locked on Kurzan. Lightning surged throughout his entire body, yet the chains sparked back, keeping the power in place.

“Heaven has fallen.” Kurzan said with a smirk, meeting Erikathyr’s fierce gaze.

“We are tired of being limited and kept in solitude. The Gods may be locked away, but the power of us angelics remains. Why should we let you, second children, have all the fun? We are the first, the Avatar’s first sons and daughters. And we’re tired of-” The angel was cut off, as suddenly Erikathyr opened his maw.

His fangs surged, as beginning from the very tip of his tail power rushed over his body meeting the lightning at his mouth before suddenly blasting forth in a beam of thunderous white energy.

Kurzan shrieked in agony as the attack engulfed him whole, his very form tearing away and shrinking down to a core of pitch swirling black.

The chains holding Erikathyr shuddred as the Dragon flapped his wings, sending his entire colossal body soaring forth and taking the chains with.

Erikathyr came to loom over the black core, as his maw closed in around it.

Golden flames exhumed out from inbetween Erikathyr’s fangs as every drop of his raw draconic energy befell his surroundings.

Even the angel’s expression paled as long moments of heavy pressure befell him.

Until, it all dissipated, Erikathy’s form returning to his humanoid shape as the chains tightened all around him still.

Opening his mouth, a puff of black smoke escaped, and Erikathyr smiled widely.

“Be it Heaven, be it Hell. I care not who I face.” He said, glancing back at his forces retreating as more rifts opened up all around them, swarms of black-winged angels coming down on the airships alongside the remaining demons. “Look me in the eye, and tell me, celestial. I may not have won this day, but have you?”

The angel remained speechless, and Erikathyr chuckled.

“I am Erikathyr, Guardian of Faetera, Destroyer of All. I do not distinguish between mortals and immortals. I care not, before me, you are all meat for my maw.”

The chains rattled then as a pressure befell them.

“Hurry up and kill me, if you can. This…” Once more they shook and he laughed wickedly. “Won’t hold for long.”