"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!" 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. A spell filled with the hopes and dreams of mortals, both from the past, present, and future: The Moon Slicer."

"I call upon the |_ _ _ _ _ _| |_ _| |_ _ _| |_ _ _|, |_ _ _| |_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _|, to give me strength beyond my own. Bring me the spell of calamity, the one that gives even the supposed gods nightmares. Deliver onto me the spell of terror, fear, and death: 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.

Instantaneously, my fears were confirmed: I was cut down without a single thread of hope to cling onto.

My mortal body was cut down beyond the concept of bodily structures, with no hope of restoring itself.

'I knew this was the end of me. I mean... how could I contend with a being that rivaled God? The entire idea was insanity. Why subject me to this pointless fight if my owner knew my men and I had no chance?'

As I struggled to gather my fleeting thoughts in those final moments, the king loomed above me, a wicked grin spreading across his face.