Cars were abandoned as their twisted heaps littered the road that had been crushed by the demon's arrival.
It was a massive demon with scales the consistency of obsidian and veins that melted like lava. It had wings that were shadows that protruded like the jealous embraces of a lover, as the demon prepared for the kiss that would result in corruption and pain laced with wicked pleasure. Its golden eyes sparkled with lust as fangs were bared with the wicked grin that heralded their arrival.
Lint was amazed to saw that massive creature yet he didn't scare nor move from his place. Akira mocked Lint from behind,
" don't scare he can kill you? "
Lint smiled and looked towards Akira and replied, " Oh really, and my old friend let me die that easily? "
Akira smiled and look directly in eyes of Lint and said in a deep voice, " Gonna regret one day trusting devil. "
Akira stood before that demon, katana unsheathed, and it vibrated with hellish appetite. His crimson mask cast his face in a Bloody shade, but his eyes blazed bright behind it – tempestuous, unbeating, a man made of lava and hot longing.
Yura stood by him, AZIMIS blazing in her fists like a pulse of her own fierce life. Jumped on the car besides him and targeted Azimis at demon and said loudly, " on your count Aki."
Yuna stood by her, looking at her that how much she got changed since Akira back in her life. Seeing her as an overprotective big sister.
And I, Lucifer, lurked among the smoke, a flutter of desire and spirit, caught to Akira but eager to enter the fight.
Its gaze raked across us, landing on me with a glint of recognition that twisted its cruel smile into a grin.
"Lucifer?"
it rumbled, voice like velvet ripped over jagged glass, vibrating with deep, resonant undertones that sent shivers directly to my heart.
"The fallen king himself? What, slumming it with mortals now? Did the Big Boss finally clip your wings, or are you just here for the view?"
I chuckled, sure of myself, my body strong and alluring, with darkness clinging to me like lover's eager fingers.
"Darling, you wound me. The last I heard, you were the one slinking out of that portal like some bad one-night stand, desperate and unwelcome. Has hell gotten too crowded for your ego?"
The demon tossed back its head and laughed, a sound that was like thunder, like dirty thunder that shattered the windshields of nearby cars.
"Still have the silver tongue, Luci. I bet that gets you into all sorts of trouble. or trouble in bed."
It winked, its golden eyes twinkling like a lamp post on a cold winter night, the repartee heavy in the air like foreplay.
Akira smiled mischievously behind his mask as he stepped forward with fluid swagger.
"Hey, horn-head! If you're finished mooning over my devil sidekick here, can we fast forward to where I dispose of you like yesterday's trash?"
That demon eyes fall on Yuna . She starred him back with eyes sparking with anger. He looked away and said, " Hey what's your problem witch. i didn't say anything to you."
Yura looked towards Akira and said in annoyed voice,
"Are we here to see old friends meet up? Let's give him reason to regret coming out of portal."
She made low and sultry, her fingers pressing tight on AZIMIS.
The demon sneered, amusement giving way to savage rage.
"Foolish brats. I'll have great sport with you—enough amusement for now is the pretty boy."
It attacked, claws sweeping in a broad arc that shattered a car like glass mere feet away, steel flying off in a deadly shower.
Akira flashed through the air like a blaze of light, katana slicing through the air in a perfect arc, the whine of the blade meeting the demon's claw in a deafening shock of sparks.
Sparks exploded in a blinding storm, the shockwave of the impact rupturing the street in spider-web cracks, the asphalt buckling and tipping over an empty SUV, which flipped onto its side.
Akira swerved hard to the left, spinning down low to slash at the demon's legs, the movement elegant and savage, like a dancer executing death.
"Too slow, ugly! My grandma swings harder—and she's been dead for years!"
Yura fired AZIMIS simultaneously, and the blaster roared to life, firing a fireball that shot through space like a comet and hit the demon's shoulder. The explosion was an orange blaze of hellish proportions, searing scales and knocking the monster back a step, its wing slapping a lamppost that collapsed like paper.
"You underestimate us," she yelled, her voice husky, her body convulsing with recoil—and her breasts heaving with effort, her skin slick with sweat running down her neck into her cleavage.
The demon roared in response to the wing-sweep move, unleashing a gust storm of wind so strong it shattered the very windows in the room.
Akira swept Yura into his arms, holding her tight in a whirl of possessive strength—bodies pressing together in the middle of the spin, his hard form molding to the softer contours of hers.
"Stay with me," he growled against the side of her head, the need in his tone a low command, a hint at the threat of all the ways he would pin her down later and take every inch of her in tender conquest. She nodded against his shoulder, her eyes on his as if nothing else in the world mattered.
They moved together, Akira attacking aggressively while Yura attacked Waively below—his katana slashing down in a vertical strike that the demon blocked with its claw, and that explosion-rocking impact caused a portion of the overpass above to crumble, spewing concrete dust.
Then Yura fired another attack, this one a fireball that skimmed across the thigh of the demon, searing its skin with an acrid smell of charred sin that wafted up into the air.
The wounded beast stumbled backward and swung its tail—a whip-like attack that Akira dodged by dropping to his knees and sliding across the wet road, his sword leaving sparks that grated against the pavement before impaling up into the demon's belly.
"Ha! Missed me again!" Akira teased, his extroverted energy bursting forth as he rolled away, surfacing with a grin behind the mask. "What's wrong? Hell's gym membership expire?"
The demon roared, wildly swinging its arm, its fist thundering onto the ground, kicking up a crater that swallowed a motorcycle whole.
Meanwhile, Lint charged out of his car, adrenaline pumping through him like liquid fire. He wasn't a man who ran—or at least, not until now. He towered above most of these people, dark and intense, a brooding figure of a man.
"Everyone, get back! Get out of here, now!" he bellowed, bending through their fear like a cry from darkness itself. He made a beeline for a caught-in-the-headlights family cowering beside a minivan, hauling their father back into safety by the arm. "Run, don't look back!"
As a young woman stumbled through her video recording, Lint caught her arm, yanking her back just in time as a tendril of darkness snapped past, missing her skin by a hair's breadth.
Akira and Yura launched an assault, their actions a mortal waltz of death—blazing sensation in every movement and blow.
Overturned on a crumpled car hood, Akira launched herself, slicing down in a spinning arc of her katana that the demon intercepted, the power of which forced it to one knee and buckling the roadways.
Yura moved around to its side, firing a precise salvo of bullets that detonated against its wings, shredding blackened tissues of membrane with bursts of heavenly flames.
"We've got this," she shouted to him, a mocking glint in her voice tempered for his alone. His blade moving along the demon's arm in a flash of sparks, as Yura charged in with a burst of flame, blasting the demon full in the chest.
The fireball imploded, its roar switching from a scream to a gagging choke, its body shuddering, its scales cracking like brittle vows, as Akira drove his blade between its shoulders, a shockwave of his twisted thrust sending nearby shields crashing, car bodies going flying like children's playthings.
The demon crumpled, his body disintegrating into tendrils of darkness that slithered back through the portal, which slammed shut with a soggy snap.
But the victory was short-lived. As the expressway lay quiet, fresh scarlet wounds appeared on the horizon—dozens, scores, portals gaping open like mighty jaws.
Out of them came more demons—enormous brutes wielding fiery whips, seductive faeries with claws shaped like a dagger, flying abominations screeching threats of pain and ecstasies.
The heavens grew darker, choked with their collective energies, a swarm closing in over the city like a pool of rapacious night.
Akira drew his sword tighter, looking at Yura with his fiercely protective gaze.
"It's only just beginning," he whispered, his connection with Yura being his only anchor in the storm, but the demons were on them, and the night was going to be one of endless carnage, with lots of erotic acts.