In the spirit realm, there was a saying that demons represented quantity while angels embodied quality. While this idiom held true in most cases, it became utterly false when demonic nobles entered the equation.
They were elites, forged to represent the underworld on any battlefield. They were not merely trained to lead armies, but to decimate angelic forces alone.
If these two truly believed that the union of an archangel and a premature sin of lust would be enough to kill him…
Brrrr!
Suddenly, Duke Haborym vanished in a burst of fire, leaving his serpent behind to bear the full brunt of the combined assault.
"Fall!"
"Break!"
Two voices thundered through the chaos as white flames surged upward and the golden comet descended like divine judgment. The emerald serpent was not even given the chance to scream. Its jaws snapped open, its eyes wide with shock, as its entire body disintegrated into nothingness, reduced to dust.
