The Demon King extended his right hand to the side, causing the space around his hand to distort as he extracted a colossal greatsword. As I examined the features of his sword, a sense of fear overwhelmed me. It was a sword adorned in a furious combination of black and red. I observed movement on the blade as sentient blobs of darkness tried to detach themselves from it. These dark-colored blobs bore a hellish twist, resembling balloons.
By enhancing my vision with mana, I could tell that these blobs were actually small faces. As they multiplied, the faces displayed expressions of agony and sorrow, emerging from one another's mouths. Horrified, I took a step back, realizing that the sword held captive souls within it.
"Oh, them? Why worry about others when you will JOIN them! Now, let's bet everything on this final strike. SHOW ME THAT YOUR WORDS MEAN SOMETHING BOY!" I stepped forward as I swallowed my fear, ready to hit Lucifero head-on.
We each put our swords in front of us, placed our left hand on the blade, and chanted our strongest spells. "I ask that you grant me strength beyond my own, God of War, Michael, let me have the power to slay this being before me. I cast the magic spell, The Moon Slicer."
"I call upon the |______ __ ___ ___|, |___ ________|, to give me strength beyond my own. I cast the magic spell, The God Slayer." Violent mana covered our weapons; mine was the lesser of the two and was light green, while he was millions of times denser than mine and was a mix of purplish black and red. We rushed at each other with our trusty blades, ready to strike each other down.
Lucifero had the upper hand in strength and pushed me back, but I used my intelligence to outplay him. I put a minuscule amount of wind mana between my blade and his to hold his blade for a very brief moment and swiftly cut off his hand holding the sword.
"Impossible," he exclaimed, bellowing in pain. However, he stopped just as fast and gave me a sinister smile.
"Just kidding." His hand instantaneously regenerated once he finished speaking. In retaliation, he delivered a monstrous punch fueled by his immense strength.