Asmo made his way down the stairs, his footsteps muffled by the thunderous applause that erupted as Maria's performance reached its crescendo.As he neared the stage, he could feel the tension in the air, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.Asmo knew he had to act quickly, but he couldn't risk disrupting the performance or causing a panic among the audience. He had to find a way to neutralize the threat without drawing unwanted attention but just as he reached where he last saw the figure it seemed to have vanished or maybe it was all made up by his mind.MEANWHILE ON STAGE....Maria had just finished her captivating performance. As she was being escorted off the stage, Sister Cassandra and Delilah approached her. Sister Cassandra warmly embraced Maria and praised her for the exceptional execution of her routine. However, at that moment, Delilah called Maria to her side , her expression filled with fear and her body trembling.Maria walked up to Delilah and inquired, "
The air crackled with demonic energy as Johnny, equipped with the combined powers of Asmodeus and Mammon, charged at the Fallen Angel Lucifer. Just as he was about to strike, a surprise blow came from the side - a sucker punch from the unknown assailant Lutan, who was in fact Satan with the combined might of Lucifer and himself.The force of the impact sent Johnny crashing violently into chairs, his momentum slamming him against the ornate walls of the opera house. Cracks spiderwebbed across the foundation, the very building shaking from the collision.But Johnny, or rather Madeus as he was truly known, was unharmed. Levitating back to his feet, any visible scratches healed instantly. His expression shifted from one of surprise to pure, seething rage."Lucifer, I warned you not to come after Asmodeus," Madeus growled, turning his gaze upwards to see Lutan aka Satan hovering there. The two dark entities locked eyes, an unspoken challenge passing between them, a promise to rip each othe
Madeus and Lutan collided again, their powers unleashing a cataclysmic storm of energy and matter. Madeus's fists blazed with hellfire, striking Lutan with a blow that sent him flying across the room, his body leaving a trail of scorched stone and smoldering embers. Lutan retaliated with a wave of dark energy that shattered the walls, sending chunks of rubble flying like deadly projectiles.Madeus leapt into the fray, his body glowing with an aura of fierce determination, his eyes blazing with a fierce inner light. He unleashed a maelstrom of punches and kicks, each blow landing with a sickening crunch, sending Lutan stumbling backward. Asmodeus watched in anguish as his brothers clashed in a frenzy of fists and powers. He felt helpless, a mere mortal unable to intervene in the epic battle unfolding before him. The weight of his decision to transfer his powers to Mammon, creating the powerful Madeus, now felt like a crushing burden as Madeus was left to fight Lutan alone.Asmodeus's
Asmodeus felt his body gaining a bit of strength after Mammon gave him back his power. He heard what Mammon told Maria to do and even though he knew that could save him, he had other plans. So, once he heard Maria asking him how she could save him, he answered, "Maria, please listen to me; this might sound a little selfish, but I don't want to be saved. Please let me die."As soon as those words left his lips, Maria was left gaping and dumbfounded. How could Asmodeus even ask her to do such a thing? How did he expect her to watch him perish slowly but surely as she knew full well that she could save him? Asmodeus tried to explain after noticing the shock and concern on Maria's face, "The only way to save me is to slit your wrist and force large amounts of your blood into my mouth, not only will that possibly kill you, but this is also the only chance I have of ever dying and gaining everlasting peace. I am tired of immortality, fighting a lost war, and dealing with my troublesome br
As Maria uttered the name of God, a profound transformation began to unfold. The world around her slowed, and with a commanding voice, she banished Lucifer's demons, including the formidable Behemoth, with a simple "Begone!" Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake.Asmodeus, frozen in awe, witnessed Maria's transfiguration. Her face glowed with an ethereal light, and the ground beneath her seemed to fade away, as if she were ascending to a higher realm. Sister Cassandra, emerging from the backstage after defeating Deliah, beheld Maria's glorious metamorphosis and fell to her knees, uttering the revered words, "Holy Mary, full of Grace."Lutan, realizing the true identity of the once-mortal Maria, lunged at her with desperation, attempting to strike her down before she transcended her physical form and became a divine being known as a Transcendant. Mammon, breaking free from the rubble, watched in wonder as Maria's transformation unf
Michael stood tall before the Fallen Merged Archdemons, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. As he began to levitate, the three Merged Archdemons - Lutan, Balphegar, and Madeus - stood their ground, ready for whatever Michael would do next. With a swift motion, Michael's Saber manifested in his hand, its bright white blade exuding an unimaginable amount of pure, just aura. "Come on, you guys," Michael taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't be scaredy cats. Let's go on a little flight test. That is, if you can catch me without your original angel wings. I hope you aren't still pissed off about how I ripped them off your backs one by one." The three Merged Devils seethed with rage, their eyes blazing with fury. They knew Michael was rage-baiting them, but teasing them with their most humiliating defeat was all they needed to go into a murdering frenzy. With a collective snarl, they summoned all their power and lunged at Michael, who flew high up in the air to both eva
On a cold rainy night as thunder roared and lightning flashed, I was awakened from my slumber not because of the storm outside. My internal chaos in the form of a reoccurring nightmare forced a bold and strong 23-year-old man like me to wake up in an all-sweaty frenzy feeling very disoriented. I rose from my bed and went to my balcony to drench myself in the unforgiving rain hoping it would cool down the heat of my inner turmoil. The name is Daniel Forge, and you wouldn't believe how messed up my life was. From a distance, it looked like I was successful and had it all. I was the youngest and most successful detective in my city. I solved cases with almost zero clues like a real-life Sherlock Holmes with a supernatural upgrade. Being the best was supposed to make me feel better, right? How could the best live knowing full well that there was still one unsolved mystery? That mystery was my greatest tragedy. It was the first crime I witnessed, the reason I became a detective in the f
The next day, I woke up feeling energized and refreshed, thanks to the cold rain. I'd learned to embrace my unusual abilities, which set me apart from others. I could withstand extreme temperatures, tap into people's memories, and even compel them to confess their darkest secrets. These "cheat codes" had propelled me to become the youngest Chief Detective in the city, with international cases under my belt.As I prepared for the day, I awaited the arrival of my trusted friend and colleague, Chris Dain. He was the only one I could confide in, especially since my mom's disappearance had left me with severe trust issues. Deli, my former babysitter, had claimed I imagined the whole ordeal, and I couldn't forgive her for that.As I thought about Deli's betrayal, my blood boiled. I had blocked her out of my life, just as she had done to the memory of my mom's disappearance. But recently, my recurring nightmares had revealed a new clue – the face of the man who vanished with my mom. I had