"No one can kill me," Abaddon spat, thick, dark blood dripping from his lips onto the stone. He thrashed wildly under the crushing, immovable weight of her bare foot, his pitch-black eyes wide with a frantic, entirely human panic. The centuries of god-like arrogance were violently stripped away, leaving behind a terrified man from Earth facing his own deletion. "I am Abaddon the Demon King! I am immorta—"
She simply pressed her heel down a fraction of an inch.
A silent, concussive blast of pure, concentrated divine energy erupted from the sole of her foot directly into his chest cavity.
His flesh peeled away into fine grey dust, followed by his bones, and finally, the dark, screaming core of his magic.
He didn't even get to finish the word.
