Five days had passed. More Titans had fallen, their colossal forms laid to waste. Four of the Supreme Titans were already defeated by Joseph—Greed, Lust, Envy, and Gluttony. Only one remained… the last of its kind.
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above the ruins, a legless yet towering, upheld by sixteen angelic wings that glimmered like divine judgment. Its colossal human like body bore a single golden eye, held open by eight hands.
But its true horror was its crown—no ornament, but a living like centipede of impossible length, armored in scales and bristling with spikes. It coiled through the heavens, vast enough to wrap a mountain. This was no mere Titan—it was Pride incarnate, a titan of arrogance that demanded the world kneel...
Yet in the vast silence, a yawn echoed atop the mountain peak. Joseph sat lazily, chin resting in his palm, eyes half-lidded with amusement.
"Alright dude, enough screen time," he muttered. Rising slowly, he scratched his back with the curve of his sickle. "How about you come down here and fight me like a real man… or woman… whatever the hell you are." He stood up straight, yawn lazily together with a stretch.
Then— For a brief moment, the sky darkened, shadowing the mountain where Joseph stood. Joseph raised his head, Then it came—the Titan's crown, a centipede of unholy length, falling from the heavens. And then… slam. The mountain crumbled into ruin, rivers torn apart by the weight of its demonic body.
When the dust cleared, Joseph wasn't crushed—he stood casually atop the Titan's massive crown, bored yet amused.
"Geez… out of all seven Titans, you've got the weakest intro attack."
His smirk sharpened into something menacing smile, eyes glinting with provocation."Is that really all you've got?"
the Titan's furious. Then it came, faith goes really fast—an aura like boiling blood, searing through its eye, flowing like liquid yet violent beyond reason.
The Titan's once divine presence warped, holy radiance rotting into pure malice. Its colossal eye, once golden, now blazed with a demonic crimson glow.
"Joseph stared, utterly uninterested. Ok… and what's a skin change supposed to do?" he muttered, amusement in his voice even before the sight of hell itself.
"I don't feel any differe—" His words cut short as the scale beneath him warped, a red liquid rising into the shape of a gigantic maw. snapped shut.
Joseph dodged the strike, rising into the sky until he hovered eye to eye with the Titan. "This is what I'm talking about". He thought, with Expression shift into excitement.
Then, Above— the monstrous crown uncoiled further, stretching across the heavens one from the left, one from right. blotted out the light itself.
The battlefield was no longer the earth below—it was the sky, surrounded by the endless coils of Pride's crown.
Then A crimson blood boiled in its shell. Then, blasted a thousand crimson, liquid-like hands surged toward him. Joseph slipped dodging with playful grace, laughter echoing in the sky. Then the hands fused into a colossal maw. With a casual flick, Joseph hurled his weapon—spinning, slicing—severing the monstrous assault apart.
Then the crimson maw divided into two, still rushing through, attacking— maw widely open straight to Joseph.
Yet Joseph was excited, and this time he didn't use his curve black sickle. He clenched his right fist with his palm. He wanted to play with the titan with his bare hands "ok... Come at me" he said with a smile.
Then it came, The left maw snapped first—Joseph ducked low, at same time, he strike with a straight hook. His fist staggered the liquid beast, its form rippling from the blow.
Then—Another maw surged from behind. Joseph stepped back into it with a crushing blow, then flipped over as the jaws snapped shut. Midair, he twisted — his heel crashing down, smashing the crimson beast by the blow.
But, The crimson liquid stumbled, then slithered apart, reforming around Joseph. Joseph's eyes narrowed, sharp as blades, while floating midair. "So, it regenerates… and even faster, because of that liquid form," he muttered. But then his lips curled into a terrifying smile. "Good. That means this fight will be worth it." He thought with a chuckle.
Then it came—a sudden strike from the liquid crimson, a razor-like tentacle darting forward in a blur. But Joseph was already gone. Before the attack could even taste the air where he stood, he was behind it, moving with a grace so effortless it seemed less like reflex and more like prophecy.
Joseph raised his hand. His palm warped, bending reality as it swallowed gravity itself—consuming it with a hunger that knew no end. In an instant, he was once again eye to eye with the Titan.
Their gazes clashed, staining the heavens above as their colors tore at one another, a silent battlefield painted across the sky.
And then—Joseph closed his palm. With a final, merciless snap, the crimson liquid was devoured whole, erased as though it had never existed. Then snap!
For a bit moment, without warning, a surge of crimson aura erupted from the Titan, spilling into the air like a storm. From its immeasurable crown, the boiling liquid flowed once more—violent, unyielding, reborn.
But this time, it was different.
The blood did not simply lash out. It poured over the Titan's form, cloaking its massive frame, licking across its body in molten waves. The liquid boiled and churned, each bubble hissing like a curse