Stygian, ever the calm insect man he is, entered the venue with… a calming presence.
The demons felt that very presence like a heavy weight pulling them down closer to the ground.
And as he walked closer and closer to his target, the demons felt the rage of the heir of Hell wash over them like a tidal wave.
The Prince raised his weapon, fully intending to strike down the enemy that had sullied and ruined his precious sister's heart.
But as he raised his blade at his enemy, he stopped, realizing what he was doing. He couldn't simply strike down a defenseless enemy. No, he had to make sure his enemy knew who had defeated him and who had brought justice to his crime.
So, doing the honorable thing, he conjured a blade just for this, and once fully summoned, he threw the blade next to his enemy. As it pierced the floor, it caught the attention of the now drunk enemy.
He turned to look at the Prince with a confused look, thanks to all the booze he had drunk in such a short time.
"Seviathan von Eldritch, you have sullied and broken my sister's heart. For your crimes against the royal family and Princess of Hell, your punishment shall be… death."
The Prince restrained his anger in that moment to allow his foe to speak, but to his horror, his foe simply took another drink before throwing the bottle at some random imp.
"Come on, pussy, I ain't got all day. I got a hot date later, so let's hurry this up~," he said, his voice slurring a bit and his body losing a bit of balance.
The Prince simply raised his weapon before getting ready to engage, and as they stood apart, the Prince made his move.
Moving faster than anyone could track, he appeared in front of his foe before using his weapon to strike him down.
But to everyone's surprise, Seviathan was able to barely dodge the attack. By flopping down on the floor, he was able to avoid the fatal strike.
But before he could even get up, the Prince was already close enough to kick him away—using enough force to send him flying, but not enough to kill him.
Seviathan landed on one of the walls of the venue with a loud crash. His body was stuck on the wall he landed on, and as he opened his eyes, the Prince was already there to continue the "battle."
He grabbed him by the throat and, without wasting time, began dragging him across the walls… slowly… painfully.
Making sure he felt every moment, and to make things worse for him, the Prince summoned miniature spikes on the wall that broke on impact to make the process all the more painful.
Once he had reached the end of the wall, the Prince, pulling him out of it, simply threw him up into the air. This caused the roof of the building to split apart in the shape of Seviathan.
And after waiting a few seconds, screams could be heard as Seviathan screamed for his life before he burst through the roof of the building.
The Prince once again was prepared for this and was already waiting for him to land. But before Seviathan could hit the ground, the Prince was directly underneath him and punched him in the stomach, sending him flying back into the air.
This was repeated for three minutes before the Prince decided that this was enough. So, letting him crash to the ground, the Prince simply stood aside as Seviathan landed with a crash.
Crawling out, Seviathan slowly pulled himself out of the crater. His face was completely ruined, his body mangled, and he could barely speak.
The Prince, with his weapon in hand, slowly approached the defeated foe, and with fire in his dark, empty eyes, he planned to finally end the man who had caused all this.
Seviathan instinctively knew what was coming, and moving his mangled and ruined body, he began to crawl towards the exit—all the while screaming for help.
His screams were all in vain, as every single demon present for the massacre was either too scared to do anything or watched with intent as Seviathan was finally going to receive his just desserts.
Seviathan, in a last-ditch effort, called to the principal, trying to ask for help that never came. The principal simply ignored him and was actively writing every single moment in detail.
With no one left to help him, he crawled to the exit faster and faster, but as he was about to reach it, the Prince grabbed him by the head and threw him back into the center of the venue.
And after all this, the Prince walked to the ragged and mangled form of his foe, and raising his weapon, he struck his foe right in the head.
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But he felt no resistance. Looking down on his foe, he found only blood stains where Seviathan had been.
And looking around, his eyes landed on the form of the King of Hell. He had a worried expression plastered on his face, and with a shaky voice, he spoke to his son.
"Hey, buddy, why don't we put the giant stabby away, and we can talk about this like family? Charlie's really worried about you, and I was hoping to end this peacefully," he said, looking at his son directly in the eyes.
The Prince did not offer a response—simply examining the blood stains on the floor before looking up at the King of Hell with an empty expression before speaking.
"Where is he?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of malice.
"He's safe… for now," the King replied, a bit nervous.
The Prince stared at his father before simply throwing his weapon at a wall in rage. This caused the entirety of the wall to shatter and turn to dust before causing the building to shake and quake.
The students all began running out, moving past the father and son.
And as they stood while the building collapsed, the Prince simply walked past his father before saying something under his breath.
"Pray I do not find him," he said, leaving the building—and his father—alone.
And as the King stood alone, the building finally caved and fell on him. This didn't affect him in the slightest and only dirtied his clothes.
But the worst part wasn't the physical damage he received—no, it was the thought that his child hated him.
He looked down at his hand and remembered when he was banished from Heaven, and in that moment, he remembered how he had felt for his father.
Clenching his fist, he pushed the thought away and flew out of the rubble.
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And the winner for the vote is…
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Both.
This will make sense in the future.