Azazel Subjugation Battle (Part 2)
KRRRRUMBLE!!—RUMBLE RUMBLE!!—
“Fuck, this is insane! Is this the power of a great demon lord?!”
I thought dealing with that mad tower lord would wrap things up, but the old bastard took a massive dump before kicking the bucket. He might've figured Azazel promised to help, so he got a crystal that could summon the demon without a second thought. But who the hell would step up to help with something that benefits no one? According to the knowledge Dantalian crammed into my head about demons, that guy was a sadistic pervert who savored watching people slowly corrupt and utterly fall into ruin.
He had the flashiest palace in Hell. While Amdusias, obsessed with art, plastered hers with artistic masterpieces, this freak's place was a pink palace echoing with decadence, greed, lewd whispers, and vulgar temptations. Every day, sweet moans from succubi-like seducers mixed with frenzied ecstasy from agonizing rapture—no breaks in that hellish den. In short, he ruled over a domain of SM play and every twisted form of depravity.
And if Dantalian's knowledge is right, there's no way that bastard would help anyone just to be nice!
Whiiiirrr!—... RUMBLE!KABOOOOM!!——
What the—?!
Just moments ago, a massive bolt of light cleaved the sky. When it slammed into the mountain, it unleashed a colossal explosion, birthing a mushroom cloud like a goddamn nuke. Purple lightning storms raged overhead, the earth cracked open, and the shockwave hit Brad City hard enough to rattle buildings.
“Isn't this overkill? Hurling attacks like that casually? Even if they're rank 10 demon lords, monsters of the 10th hierarchy, this is straight-up divine judgment!”
I'd heard from Halphas that some demons were once gods, but I had no idea they were this ridiculous. She said her true body wasn't here—this was just a flesh puppet descended to earth. Same for Azazel; he wasn't at full power either. Yet they were dishing out destruction on this scale. Words failed me. Humans were ants to them. Pathetic bugs.
“Shaaarak!—SPLASH!Clang!Ching!”
“Demons here too!—Bang!Bang!Bang!”
“Wipe 'em out!—Slash!”
“What a shitshow!”
“Hey? Boss!”
“Boss! You're safe!”
“City status?”
“It's a fucking mess, like you see! Demons everywhere—former humans turned!”
“Big Daddy?”
Shiiiing!Slash!Slash!Slash!SKREEEEEE!!——
“You crazy fuck... Where the hell were you?!”
“Speak of the devil... How's it looking?”
“You blind?! Every family and gang in the city is mobilized, evacuating civilians!”
Big Daddy burst in, shredding the female demons swarming us with blood-forged blades—his temper as fiery as ever. With great demons clashing, the city could've been obliterated. Evacuating folks was the smart play.
“Oh shit! The mansion! Vanessa and the others?!”
“Hmph! Worry about Vanessa? That bitch'll survive on her own.”
“We've got kids at the mansion! Allen! Take the kids and get outta the city!”
“Don't sweat it. Rina-sis already grabbed 'em and bailed! I tagged Jean and Pablo along just in case.”
“Good man! I'm off to... handle some business.”
“Business?”
VROOOOM!RUMBLE!—
“Over there, where the party's at.”
…
“You fucking nuts?!”
“Boss! You on drugs or what?!”
…
Big Daddy and Allen teamed up to call me insane. Fine from the old man, but Allen too? This boss is disappointed!
But I had to go there. Halphas once said Hell split into three factions: Baal loyalists, Lucifer loyalists, and neutrals. Why would Azazel, who approached Ostis first, hand over that purple crystal for free? From my lifetime of bullshit experiences, I guarantee it—he descended because of me!
If not connected to me, why would Azazel worshippers and dark mages give Ostis the summoning crystal first?
“Gotta handle that big lug myself. Allen! Help Big Daddy evacuate the family and civilians.”
“Boss... you heading to die?”
“Am I nuts? I'm going to survive!”
“Hey, kid. Don't die. You owe me big—huge.”
“Sheesh! I'll pay up, so gimme installments, you stingy bloodsucker!”
“Shut up and come back alive, you crazy fuck!”
“Yessir~ I wanna live long too!”
Thud.
“North Face... I'm coming too.”
!!!
“Black Prince, Gerhart... why you?”
The battlefield of great demons. Heading into that death trap, and now this guy wants to tag along. Black crown, jet-black armor, massive bloodied greatsword over his shoulder—the Black Prince.
“That Azazel... turned my vassals into demons. I have business with him. I'll make him pay.”
“You're nuts too! Holding a demon lord accountable?”
“Will you?”
“Won't stop ya. No grudges if you die? Allen! Hold the fort.”
“Sigh~ Boss. After this... no more crazy shit, okay? Promise?”
“Hey... I'm the boss... right? The family boss... yeah?”
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“Allen? Answer me?”
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Why dodge? Why avert your eyes? Are my kids treating me less like boss lately? Just my imagination? This boss is disappointed in the family!—Gonna grab my dignity back as leader!
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Pat-pat-patter!—
“Yo, Gerhart. No one's around—drop the male disguise act. Seriously, turn back now? That demon's got beef with me.”
“I can't... My vassals... the ones who helped me for over ten years... I can't forgive the bastard who made me cut them down!”
“...You cut them yourself?”
Looks like Azazel's corruption hit Gerhart's family hard. They were imperial guards and nobles who fled with her to the North Continent. Even turned demons, she had to kill them herself.
“N-no! I didn't kill 'em! I slashed during suppression... but I can't flee leaving the one who demonized my loyal vassals! As a knight, especially!”
Damn, knight's oath? Never abandon foes? Backwater Western Continent bullshit!
Hearing her tragic tale, she waved her hands, explaining further. Good she subdued without killing, but did she need to follow me?
VROOOM!—KRUMBLE!—
“Kyahahahaha!—That all you got, pervert demon?!”
Screeeeech!~♪
OH YEAHHHH!!~~♪
ROCK N ROOOOLL!!~~♪
ART IS A FUUUCK!!~~♪
BAAAYBEEE!!~~♪
“Aaaaaargh!!—Stop that disgusting noise, you bitch!!—”
…
“Th-that... demon fight, right? Doesn't match what I knew...”
“Uh... yeah, you're watching two crazy bitches tag-teaming. Yep.”
No clue how potent Amdusias's noise pollution was, but Azazel was losing his mind to her brutal heavy metal. Green blood poured from his nose, ears, mouth. Halphas gleefully hacked at the weakened demon lord with her massive halberd.
They were polar opposites in art obsession(?), but now this psycho duo synced perfectly. How?
Whoooosh!—SPLAT!
“Grrrgh!—You bitches?!—”
“Kyahahaha!—Tough enough to make kicking worthwhile!~♥ Let's enjoy more! This war forever!~♥”
Twang!Screeeeech!~♪
SCREAM IT OOOOUT!!~~♪
I'M THE TRUE ROCKSTAR OF THIS AAAAAGE!!~~♪
…
“Gerhart... wanna bail?”
“Y-yeah. Seems less dire than thought...”
We came with grim resolve, but found the duo beating Azazel silly. Why'd I even come?
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Twaaaang!~♪ Screeeeech!~♪
‘Ughaaaaah! Amduuuusias! That bitchhh?!’
Azazel looked done. Never heard anything like her bizarre instrument's noise assault since birth. Hell's art zealot, self-proclaimed god of art—but this guitar shredding his insides was torture, not art!
Amdusias's power dominated via music and art. But now, she twisted it: her noise eroded the imperfect flesh puppet's mana structure, collapsing it from within. More devastating than Halphas's direct hits.
Had Azazel fully crafted his body like Halphas, no humiliation. But arrogance against ranks 38 and 67 bit him.
‘What disgrace! Me! To those lowly shits!!—’
Splat!Twang!~♪ Twaaaang!~♪ Vrooom!—
‘Grraaah!—At this rate, forced back to Hell! Humiliated by trash... Huh?’
As his body crumbled inward, Azazel sensed eyes on him, turned—and spotted Actor and Gerhart watching.
Dantalian's contractor from Hell's whispers. Baal's watched one—finally found.
‘That's him! Grab him, drag to Hell—primary goal cleared!—’
Vrooom!Hummm!—Crackle-crackle-ZAP!—
“I'll erase you and this city forever!!—”
!!!
“First! You're coming to Hell with me! Dantalian's contractor!!—”
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“This psycho?!”
Actor rushed to the death zone to contain city damage. Ironically, it hastened his doom.