"Well, well, our Prince returned to the fight" said the demon smiling while his other mouths chanted
"It's more of a one way beatdown but shure let's call it a fight" the prince said, his voice both devil and human
they in the air almost a mile above the gate,
"My master is going to touch this plain soon ,heir, i urge you to stay put till he arrives" said the demon in a mocking tone, then continued more seriously " if you want you and your toy to stay alive, i urge you to surrender, or better, lay your hand to me for destruction"
"You see Glavor, i have beaten you too many times, for you to make demands"
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Meanwhile
in a store, two women scoured a crystal ball, they witnessed everything, from the bond to now
"what the fuck is he doing, he's weakened and he is not even in hell!!" Said Aurora through gritted teeth, visibly enraged,
meanwhile Glasya was more relaxed, a tinge of preoccupation visible in her eyes yes, but it looked like a movie she had aldready seen "Relax, he's been through worst"
"What did you just say?" Said Aurora, eyes wide like saucers, she looked like she was ready to pounce
"hum, like i said nothing dear, when does your butler arrive?" Said the devil fearing the human
"you are saying that our son, our boy, has been through worse than being: poisoned, severely weakened, being reduced to an inch of his life and basically forced to his vampire form to just survive….." the witch said, her tone was low then continued, an inconsistency coming to her mind,"tell me dear… why our boy has a devil form? He's a hybrid, he should not have it" the tone was matter of factly, and almost homicidal,
Fuck, thought the devil, " we'll talk about this with him, i'm sure he'll be eager to respond dear" she slowly begun working her magic, her hand touched Aurora's shoulder, her tone now honey like"Honey, please calm down, trust him, trust me, i promise that if the situation asks for it, I'll intervene," she closed the aldready close distance between them,"I know that you have lost a lot of time with him and want answers, but let's wait out this one"
"Ugh, fine but he has some answers to give" said the witch, now red faced
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In the middle of the fight, Valor was not winning, Glavor's incredibly fast reflexes made him incredibli fast at teleporting, and while his precognition was working, he could not use it to much, now that his and Zatanna pools of mana were shared he risked too much,
The sky trembled around them. Every time Glavor flickered from shadow to shadow, thunder cracked in his wake. Every time Valor's wings tore through the air, fire trailed down like meteors. Gotham below was a chessboard of chaos — streets lit with Zatanna's wards, Diana's shield flashing like a sun, Nightwing's blade slicing radiant arcs, Superboy smashing demons into pulp. All while the rift belched out endless hordes.
Up here, above it all, the real war raged.
Glavor split into five, each silhouette circling Valor like vultures. "You are too cautious, heir," he hissed, his voices overlapping into a hymn. "Afraid to push your power. Afraid you'll drain your precious toy dry."
Valor's lip curled. His claws glowed, but the flame sputtered unevenly. "Keep calling her a toy, and I'll make sure you die screaming."
Glavor laughed, jagged and cruel. "Oh, she already knows, prince. She feels your hunger every time you drink. Does she taste the truth? That you are nothing without borrowed power?"
The shadows converged at once. Claws raked from every angle, teleport stutters disorienting even Valor's sharpened senses. He felt his precognition tugging, static in his skull — a warning he could barely afford to heed. Each glimpse into the future dragged on Zatanna's pool as well. If he leaned too far, she'd burn out before him.
And so, for once, Valor fought blind.
He let the shadows hit. One claw scraped his ribs, another slashed his thigh, a third carved fire across his wing. Pain tore through him — but in the blur, his eyes caught the real Glavor.
"Got you," he hissed.
His wings snapped wide, stalling in mid-air. He twisted his entire body into a downward arc. Hellfire Slash.
The blade of fire ripped through the illusions like tissue, carving a pillar of burning sky. The real Glavor was caught mid-blink — too slow, too focused on his chant. The infernal fire cut across his chest, widening the wound Valor had already burned there. Armor split open like a shattered hull. Ichor geysered, raining down on Gotham in molten streams.
Glavor's scream rattled the clouds, his mouths shrieking in a dissonant chorus. He staggered back, shadows faltering, his body glowing with cracks of molten light.
Valor hovered, chest heaving, blood dripping from his mouth. His claws still smoked with hellfire. "See, choir-boy? Borrowed or not, I've still got enough to rip you apart."
The abyssal commander wavered, his chant hitching — then resumed, louder than before, bleeding into every mouth across his body. The wound glowed, but it didn't slow him. His teleport stuttered once, twice, then steadied.
"I bleed, yes," Glavor rasped. "But every heartbeat brings Him closer. And you? You spend yourself. You spend her. You are both running out of time."
Below, Zatanna gasped, blood dripping from her nose. Her wards flickered, half a block of the barricade collapsing under the weight of the horde. Diana roared orders to close the line. Nightwing surged into the gap with his radiant blade, carving thralls down in burning arcs.
Valor's eyes narrowed. His premonition flared again, briefly, painfully — enough to see it. The chant wasn't just buying time. It was accelerating. Every second Glavor bled only made the summoning stronger.
And he was still smiling.
The night boiled red. Valor and Glavor clashed in the sky, each strike a thunderclap that sent shockwaves rattling windows a mile below. The two were blurs of fire and shadow, crashing together, breaking apart, colliding again.
Glavor blinked, teleporting a dozen feet above Valor, claws spearing downward. Valor twisted, but the strike still grazed his shoulder, poison burning deeper. He snarled, wings snapping open, and retaliated with a rising uppercut that cracked like lightning. The blow caught Glavor under the chin, hurling him skyward into the clouds.
"Still standing, little prince," Glavor hissed, reforming out of smoke, "but every blow you land takes her with it. You don't dare go all out."
Valor's laugh came ragged, doubled — one tone human, the other devil. "You really don't shut up. Let me fix that mouth problem."
He surged forward, claws burning, but Glavor split again — three shadows at once, each swiping from a different angle. Valor blocked high, parried low, but the third raked across his chest, leaving a trail of black flame.
"Your precognition is faltering," the commander sang. "Poison strangles your veins. Your witch bleeds for your every strike. This fight is already mine."
"Funny," Valor spat, blood dribbling from his lip, "I thought fights ended when someone's chest was split open."
He feinted low, wings folding — then burst forward with a Crimson Jetstream, his fist slamming into Glavor's torso. The commander coughed ichor, armor splitting wider, but his chant never stopped.
Below, Zatanna staggered. Her hands carved another ward into the air, but her knees buckled, sweat and blood streaming down her face. The mana-sharing pact burned through her body with every one of Valor's surges.
Diana caught her before she fell. "Stay with us, Zatanna!"
"I—have to—stop—his anchors—" she gasped, forcing her hand up. Sigils spun, catching one of Glavor's teleport glyphs mid-form. For an instant, his blink stuttered.
Valor saw it.
"NOW!" Zatanna screamed.
The prince's claws ignited, fire surging brighter than before. He carved a second Hellfire Slash across Glavor's chest. This one bit deeper, carving through molten armor, splitting flesh and ichor in a geyser.
Glavor screamed, his voices unraveling into discord. His body reeled, cracked nearly in half, wings sputtering. For a moment — just one glorious moment — he looked finished.
Valor hovered, chest heaving, smoke curling from his claws. His eyes burned blue and red. "End of the line."
But then the laughter returned.
Weak, jagged, but still mocking."You still don't see it… heir. This was never about… winning."
The chant rose, louder than ever, bleeding through every mouth across his body. The sky trembled. The rift split wider.
Valor's premonition flared clear for the first time all night. He froze, realization hammering through him.
"Oh, shit."
Glavor's body disintegrated into shadow, dissolving into the wind. His final words echoed through the clouds:
"I was only meant to stall."
The runes above Gotham locked into place. The rift screamed open.
And from its heart, a claw the size of a tower forced its way through, tearing the night apart.
The rift tore wider, bleeding fire and shadow into the night. Gotham shuddered as the air itself grew heavy, pressing down like the weight of the ocean.
Valor's wings faltered mid-beat. His body screamed at him to keep moving, to brace for another strike from Glavor—
—but Glavor was gone. Only the echo of his laughter remained, dissolving into the wind.
Then it came.
A voice.
It wasn't shouted. It didn't need to be. The sound rippled through every brick, every bone, every soul. A deep, resonant growl that crawled into the marrow of anyone who heard it.
"Who dares spill blood… in my name?"
The claw that pushed through the rift flexed, talons digging into the air as if the sky itself were solid. A second followed, dragging with it a silhouette so vast that the clouds bent around its horns.
Valor's breath caught. His infernal blood screamed recognition even as his mind refused it. This was no commander. This was a Lord.
Below, demons howled in rapture, thousands bowing as one. The horde grew frenzied, fighting harder, faster, as if invigorated by His mere presence.
Zatanna's wards cracked like glass under the pressure. She fell to her knees, gasping, her voice hoarse. Diana's shield shook in her grip. Nightwing's radiant blade flared brighter, struggling to resist the oppressive aura.
And Valor, hovering above it all, felt the weight of eyes upon him. Eyes that weren't Glavor's. Eyes that burned hotter than the sun, older than Hell itself.
The voice rolled again, darker, heavier, dripping with contempt and promise:
"Ah… the Heir of Malbolge. At last."
The rift split wider, swallowing the sky.
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Hey guys, this is an AI heavily assisted chapter. Unfortunately, my account google got hacked, so I had to recover it, so here it is. Unfortunately, I've been occupied with work and school, so I couldn't continue this at all, and from now on chapters could be AI generated. I will warn you,when and if they are AI generated, it's a risk, not a thing that'll become the standard. There will still be human input in this fic, the problem, it's the material time to have. So yeah, I really hope that this chapter is liked by all of you. I know that it may not be up to a standard, but you know, I had to make a little time that I had, and if I have to essentially generate chapters with AI, I promise that in the future I'll go back, I'll go back and revisit them and kind of try to rewrite them every in each one of them. I was thinking of doing it for the chapter that were AI spellchecked,. I think I'm gonna have to do it for the first 20- 30chapters, I think. I'm sorry guys, I'm really sorry.
I still wanna finish this fic, i'm really passionate abt it
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