he Fall of Violence
The Demon Prince of Violence stood tall, muscles rippling, hammer gleaming like a weapon forged in hellfire.
"Well ain't this a treat," he sneered. "I get to be the one that takes down the stray."
Luke fired an arrow.
The prince snarled.
"This is my country now. And you dare shoot me on my land?"
He charged.
BOOM.
His hammer slammed toward Luke, who dove aside.
Thomas lunged with an uppercut but the prince saw it coming. CRACK. An elbow to Thomas's face. Then a wild swing of the hammer Thomas barely dodged.
Luke fired again, arrows slicing through the air.
The prince shrieked a sound so loud it rattled the bones of the earth.
From the sky, they came.
Mosquito demons.Also other ugly demons with wings that look like bugs and other creatures Winged horrors. A swarm.
They targeted Luke.
He fired rapidly, dropping several but they kept coming.
Thomas tried to help, but the prince shoulder-checked him with such force it felt like being hit by a train.
Thomas staggered.
Luke fought alone arrows gone, blade drawn.
A gargoyle-like demon lunged.
SLICE. A deadly slice that cut off its head.
Another came Luke spun, struck, dropped it.
Precision. Fury. Survival.
Meanwhile, Thomas and the prince traded blows each hit earned, not given. The prince grew angrier, darker.
"Enough of this!" he roared.
His aura exploded pure black, dripping with hatred and misery.
Thomas heard the voice inside.
"You ready to see what we really can do?"
"You bet," Thomas whispered.
He powered up.
The ground cracked beneath him. Light surged from his body white, radiant, divine.
The prince attacked.
But Thomas saw everything in slow motion.
He dodged.
Then—BOOM.
One devastating punch. Through the chest. Out the back.
The prince gasped.
"If you continue on this journey… you will surely die."
He collapsed.
The swarm froze.
Luke, eyes blazing, unleashed a perfect combo sword spinning, striking, dropping every last demon.
He ran to Thomas.
Thomas lay unconscious, aura fading.
Luke knelt beside him.
"You did it, brother