There is a popular saying that goes “Get em while they’re down”. While most label this as unchivalrous, Akuma was not one to dwell on such things. And it’s for that very reason he raised his leg to the skies and tried to drill it straight through the monster’s head.

However, just as he thought he’d made contact, his foot was frozen in place.

“I think that’s enough, no?” Said the monster below, confidence escaping his lips.

Before Akuma could question how he was fine after all of that, his body was sent in a rainbow as he was slammed headfirst into the ground. The impact danced his skull around his brain, causing dizziness and his vision to blur. He even ended up coughing up some blood. The monster, having still latched onto his ankle, stood up and tossed the boy back into the same car in the parking lot. It was like he was right back where he started, as if everything he’d just did never even happened. Part of him even expected to hear the monster laugh at his determination by now. Saying something cliche like “THIS IS GETTING INTERESTING!!!” but his face was that of complete focus. He was like an entirely different person.

Akuma sat there beaten, bruised and perhaps even half dead, as the monster aim at him with his right palm. The air -previously a blank canvas- became filled with colors of blood, sapphires and even roses in the shape of twinkling stars. It was as if he robbed the very night sky of its accessories. A tear almost left Akuma’s eye as he witnessed such beauty. He was so captivated by the demon’s angelic-like power that he forgot to question how he was doing this.

“Empower…” The monster said, the dazzling stars around him beginning to glow like beautiful gems. “…Decimate!” Then quickly, they all condensed into his right palm, forming an orb about the size of a baseball. He grabbed a hold of that baseball, entered a stance akin to a pitcher’s and he beamed it at the boy.

Of course, he had no intentions of letting whatever that was, touch him, but it was flying like it was hurled by a professional pitcher at God knows how much mph. And to make matters worse he wasn’t even on my feet. He was on his ass by the passenger door of this poor beat up car. I feel sorry for its owner.

No matter how much adrenaline flowed through his body, or how many flashbacks he had, or even how much he “believed in himself”, there was just no way over overcoming sheer impossible power. And to think he was chucking energy balls now.

He was desperate. Desperate enough that he guarded his face, as if it’d do much. Desperate enough that for a moment he thought:

(Hey, dream angel… if you’re here then please, PLEASE help me out.)

Just when his desperation was at its peak. He saw him. An image of that mysterious angel flashing through his mind. And before he realized it, he was sitting at least 25 feet in the air, floating up and down in a gentle rhythm.

(The hell? Did I just unlock plot armor…? I always knew I was the main character.)

A loud *KABOOOM sound coming from below. It was the result of the monster’s power coming in contact with the car, reducing it to nothing but scraps of metal here and there.

“So that’s how he destroyed the restaurant earlier...” A cold sweat took over him as he thought about the possible outcome of that attack having hit him. Could he “tank” such an attack? In this enhanced state, maybe he could, but he for damn sure wasn’t going to find out.

For some odd reason, he kept hearing the sound of birds flapping their wings, coming from behind him. While birds flying around isn’t uncommon, especially since he was so high up in the air, this one was loud. Like it was right in his ear. And it was starting to annoy him to no end.

“Grrr… SHUT UP ALREA…dy…”

Those two wings that were only glitching in and out of reality, fully manifested into beautiful virgin wings. His expression froze as he bore witness to them. But then a question zinged through his mind.

(Aw crap. Where the hell is he?!)

Turning his head to the left, after analyzing the ground below, he finally found him. He was grinning as he gazed upon the boy from below.

(Wait. Right now, I have the advantage. He shouldn’t be able to attack me from down th-!)

As he thought such frivolous claims, the monster grew two wings, the color of crimson and patterned in black. He flapped his wings twice and, in a moment, he drilled his right fist into his gut. The pain was so intense, for a moment Akuma could've sworn his hand went straight through his intestines. A force that should’ve sent him flying, but he was held in place by a tight grip to his shoulder.

As if returning Akuma’s earlier blows in more than double the power, he followed with a jab to his nose, a hook to his chin and an uppercut, each blow more deadly than the last. He felt his consciousness begin to slip as his brain rattled in his skull. Even the wings that were manifested behind him went back to mere glitches.

(Damn… His blows… are so heavy…)

Letting go of his shoulder, he watched as the boy dropped down into the remains of Burger Queen. Not only was this baldie impossibly strong, but he was clearly petty seeing as Akuma found himself in a crater similar to the one he put him in, after a combo similar to the one he put him in.

The boy attempted to get up, but it was no use. He was done, “tapped out” as some would say. He gave everything he had, and it just wasn’t enough.

“I’ll admit, you are stronger than I gave you credit for. But that is to be expected from the AntiGod.” As much as he’d would love to ask, Akuma didn’t even have the strength to even ponder what he meant. He’d been fighting at 130% this whole time. Hell, even that moment of plot armor earlier wasn’t enough. But then, “Aaagggghhh!!!” The monster howled out in excruciating pain. Akuma questioned if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Tenshi’s burnt lifeless hand grabbed onto the monster’s ankles and he was... well he was... eating it!

He took a bite of its calf muscle, ripping off the flesh and swallowed it. You could even see it travel down his neck as he gulped his meal. The monster’s dark blue blood spurted from his wound causing him to howl out even more. Just as they both thought he was done, Tenshi took five more mouthfuls of the monster’s flesh and swallowed every last morsel. With each bite, his body was regenerating and slowly but shortly, he started looking more alive. By the 3rd bite he wasn’t even torched anymore. And by the 5^th he didn’t even look human.

The monster tried to pull his leg away in pain, but Tenshi grabbed hold of it and dragged it into some nearby rubble where he continued to dine. That’s when it hit Akuma, almost like a zing of light.

(The brother who I thought I lost, is giving his all to defeat this monster and here I am just lying on the ground like some damn princess. Am I really gonna let him show me up? …Of course not.)

The wings that were glitching in and out of reality had now completely vanished, and yet he felt more powerful than ever.

(Who needs some damn angel power anyway… If I can’t beat this guy as I am now, then how can I call myself God…)
“…If I can’t beat him as I am now…” He muttered, charging at the beast. “HOW CAN I CALL MYSELF GOD!!”

Like a fish out of water, the monster tried stomping and flailing his leg in hope of release. Each stomp caused his leg to drill further and further down the rubble, yet Tenshi never let go for a second. But he had far more important things to worry about.

“!”

Closing in on the monster, the very moment he was within my range, was a barrage of devastating blows.

He started off by smashing his left liver with his right hand. Immediately, he could tell it was effective because the monster he bent slightly to his left side while letting out a painfully sounding howl. There was a strong joy and power that filled Akuma as he reviled in the monster’s pain. He followed with a barrage of punches aimed at every inch of the monster's face, each blow amplifying his body’s speed and power.

An overhand to his chin, a foot drilled into his right knee and even a right hook to his temple. Grabbing his head, he kneed him with his right knee, transitioning into clenching his hands together and hammering it down straight into his head. To seal the deal, he gathered all the strength he could muster into his right hand, pulled it to his waist, planted his feet firmly on the ground and twisted his torso slightly to add more force to the fist as it drilled into his falling nose. The vast force of the impact sent it flying out of Tenshi’s hand and into the retail store across the plaza. Taking that chance, Tenshi rose up from the rumble with the pole still lodged in his chest.

“Tenshi! How are you alive?” Akuma asked, his voice a mix of relief and confusion. But as he did, his expression began to shift, questions flooding through his mind.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Tenshi asked, confused why his brother was giving him that look. His entire face was drenched in blue blood -especially his mouth. His pupils were crimson red, his sclera went from white to a deep black color and his Iris which was normally a brown color was now gray. And his build was almost as huge as the demon’s. In truth, far too much was wrong.

“Umm…Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Hmm. If you say so.” Tenshi said, completely ignoring the fact that his body had morphed into something inhuman.

(Who the hell is this?!)

“It’s weird though… the whole time I was unconscious all I could hear was a voice in my head.”

“What was it saying?”

“Devour... Devour...!! Over and over again… Then I smelt something tasty close by, so I just ate it.”

(…Right… Because monster flesh is definitely a cuisine.)

“…Well, the thing you decided to take a bite of is trying to kill us. And it’s what blew up the restaurant, so before anything else we have to make sure that thing is dead.”

“So where is he?”

“I think I blew him somewhere towards the retail store. We have to go over there and finish him before he recovers. There's a chance he might rush us so be on your guard.”

“A bit too late.”

“!”

Before they could even blink, there he was, standing in between them. With warping speeds, the monster kneed Tenshi straight to his face. Before he could be sent flying from the force, the monster grabbed his left leg and used him like a bat to send both of them crashing into a nearby jewelry store. Supporting pillars broke with every impact they landed on. He didn’t really feel the first impact, but when Akuma’s head crashed into a glass countertop, the pain set in instantly. His vision blurred as more blood began to pour down his forehead.

Eventually, he was caught by the concrete wall at the very back of the store, and Tenshi, a counter about northwest from him. Akuma struggled to his feet, while Tenshi sprang up almost immediately. The two prepared themselves for the next impending strike, which Akuma for some reason had a potent feeling it’d be to him. He kept his back pressed against the wall, to limit the number of directions the monster could come from, and scanned the area, waiting for his reappearance.

Destroying the concrete wall behind him, the monster attacked him from behind anyway, striking him with a blow to his spine. He managed to stop the blow from sending him flying by gripping down into the floor. The floor in his feet’s path was destroyed as he slid forward, and he eventually lost momentum from the blow.

Tenshi dashed towards them in hopes of sinking at least one attack in. Of course, the beast had no plans of donating any free hits. He began charging one of those black spheres from earlier and blasted it straight towards Tenshi. Akuma, haven been closer to the blast acted as some kind of barrier. In that short span of a moment, he figured that since my defenses seemed abnormally strong, he’d be able to take the blow. Maybe if he took the force, his brother would be able to deliver some kind of counterattack.

Just like last time, it erupted into a giant explosion the second it made contact. He managed to barely take the blast, but the force pushed him into Tenshi adding onto the blast’s force, sending him flying. Honestly, the guy who can literally heal should have been the shield instead. I mean the guy survived being roasted alive, he would’ve been fine… Maybe.

The monster rushed in, pinning Akuma down by planting his feet on his back. Desperate to avoid what would come next, he mustered what little strength he could and struggled to push himself off the ground with the weight of the monster’s foot on his back. But as if he were nothing but an ant, he denied all hopes Akuma had by stomping him back to the floor.

“FUAHHAA!!” He laughed out, his body shrugging with laughter. “I must admit, your brother sure did surprise me back there. To think he’d have similar abilities to the Asura of Gluttony’s. But I see now that you're both nothing but garbage-!”