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Amid the carnage, a group of demons roared in their guttural language.
Demon #1: "We are losing! If we fail—we will be dragged back to Hell!"
Demon #2: "Then we sacrifice ourselves! Summon the Greater Demon Aamon! If he wins—we are free! No human can defeat a Greater Demon!"
The ten demons formed a circle, hands shaking, symbols glowing under their feet. Then the demons slashed their throats open, blood spraying into a glowing circle.
The air shook.
Pressure dropped violently—heroes across the battlefield gasped as a pulse of red light exploded outward.
Dirt lifted off the ground.
Windows blew out.
Energy thrummed through the sky like a heartbeat.
A massive magic circle burned into existence, carving itself into the earth. Red lightning burst upward, spiraling into a tornado of demonic light.
Every one of them turned.
A wolf-shaped silhouette rose slowly from the circle—massive, fur black as charcoal, a serpent's tail coiling behind him. Flames dripped constantly from his jaws like liquid fire.
Aamon lifted his head, voice deep, calm, mocking—echoing—amused.
Aamon: "...Who dares summon me?"
Photon stumbled back, swallowing hard.
Photon: "Uh—yeah. We're fucked. The demons… they summoned someone strong!"
Spectra snarled, wiping blood from her face.
Spectra: "I don't care if they summoned God himself—we're not backing down. They killed Blink. I want blood."
Aamon closed his eyes slowly, as if bored.
Hydroblast: "C'mon, let's hit him while he's distracted!"
Mindstorm snapped, pointing: "WAIT—ROCKMAN, DON'T RUSH—!"
Too late.
Rock-man charged, sprinted toward Aamon, arms transforming into spinning stone drills.
Rockman: "LET'S SEE YOU HANDLE THI—"
Aamon flicked his finger.
Just one finger.
Rockman's entire right arm exploded—chunks of stone and blood spraying everywhere.
Rockman's scream echoed as he hit the ground rolling.
Echo:" S–Seriously ?
Aamon:" How rude..filthy humans."
(Walking slowly towards he heroes while stepping on what's left of blink remains)
Echo teleported instantly, grabbing him and reappearing behind the others.
Echo: "Rock! Dude, talk to me! You good?!"
Rockman clutched the shredded stump of his shoulder, teeth clenched, sweat pouring down his face.
Rockman: "S–shit… Man… my fuckin' arm… it's just gone. Who the fuck is this dude?! One flick and my shit's in pieces? Nah, fuck this…"
Aamon dipped his head politely, mocking them with noble theatrics.
Aamon: "My apologies for the discourtesy. I am Aamon—the Grand Marquis of Hell. You may address me as such."
He smirked, tongue flicking flames.
"Be grateful it is not daytime… for then I would be ten times stronger."
He smirked.
He dragged a claw slowly down his own fur, eyes half-lidded.
Aamon: "I was observing the past the moment I arrived… before you rudely interrupted me." His eyes scanned the burning streets, the corpses, the ruined buildings. Aamon: "…Hmm. So Lord Megalodon sent his warrior here as well."
Gravity staggered back, voice trembling.
Gravity: "G-great… he can see the past? H–how the hell do we fight something like this…?"
Mender pressed glowing hands to Rockman's stump, stopping the bleeding.
Mender: "I… I can't regenerate a missing limb. I'm sorry."
Rockman gritted his teeth, nodding.
Rockman: "Don't… don't worry about it. Thanks… the pain's fading… enough to keep me standing."
Inferno stepped forward, arms igniting.
Inferno: "We'll roast this demon ass to ash."
Thunderstrike clicked his tongue, gripping his hammer.
Thunderstrike: "Yeah, nah. Not this time, dawg. I can't believe I'm saying this, but let's not underestimate this bastard. We hit em together. Something's off—I got a bad feeling."
Frostbite cracked her knuckles—frost racing down her arms.
Frostbite: "Then let's fuckin' do it. All directions. All at once."
Aamon touched a claw to his muzzle, tone smooth, polite—dripping arrogance.
Aamon: "How amusing… very well."
He spread his arms.
Aamon: "Come, filthy humans… let the party begin--
–That way all of you can die together."
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