Azmorath sat in the destruction of his estate with an angry expression on his face. Tons of his people were dead, allies, servants, and even close friends. He lost vital pieces of information, test subjects, and communication devices.
He wasn’t just angry, he was furious. He was dead set on killing Lilith for what she had done. No amount of begging, pleading, or justification would stop him from killing her, and he would make sure everyone in the demon world knew of her death.
"Are you okay? That explosion looked pretty powerful." Karyndra asked.
Azmorath managed to save her communicator, which also allowed her to travel to he demon world with ease. She rubbed his back and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I’m upset." He responded coldly.
"Hm, baby, I know you’re more than just upset. Tell me, what do you plan on doing?"
"For countless years, I allowed the demon world to be ruled by anyone who managed to achieve the rank of Archdemon. I thought it was fair and wouldn’t lead to power struggles if we were all equal, regardless of strength."
"The Lyzaroth happened," Karyndra remembered.
He scowled. "That incubus bastard came along and tried to change everything. He was a good friend, had the same goals as me, and wanted the demon world to be at the top. But then, when he saw how life was in the middle world, he changed his mind. So, I had to kill him. Now, the same thing has happened with his stupid wife. I’ll take control of this place and do what I wish with it."
"And what about Zion? He’s taken over the middle world now, and the nexus pool there is in his control."
"I will worry about him when the time is right. For now, I have a world to take control of."
Just then, Vorzathior came crashing down in Azmorath’s territory. He was badly beaten and bruised, nearly on the verge of death.
Being one of Azmorath’s most trusted allies and closest friends, he rushed to his friend’s aid.
"Vorzathior! What happened to you?! How did you end up in this state?! Answer me, my friend!"
"R-Run," He said quietly.
"Tell me! I’ll avenge you!"
Vorzathior cried. "Z-Z-Zion. Please! R-Run. I can’t hold it b-back anymore." Suddenly, his body started glowing and a fuck ton of energy radiated from him.
Azmorath didn’t want to abandon his friend, but he had no choice. He dropped Vorzathior and tried to flee alongside Karyndra. But a force pinned them to the ground.
"Wow! Look at this! A two-in-one special. Today must be my lucky day." Zion slowly clapped as he watched from afar.
"Ah-ah-un. Instead of getting angry at me, you should try and survive that first."
Vorzathior’s body erupted in a devastating explosion consisting of antimatter and divine energy. Zion added some last-minute touches to make sure the demon could barely defend against the blast.
Unfortunately, this meant that Karyndra didn’t get as injured as Azmorath, but still, Zion was satisfied.
"Arghhhhh!!" Both screamed in agonizing pain.
"Aw man, you didn’t die to that? Fine, it’s whatever."
Karyndra’s wings sprouted, eight white wings surrounded by golden energy extending from her back. "You stupid fucking human! I’ll fucking kill you!
"You have a foul mouth for an angel. Isn’t your kind supposed to be all nice and kind? You’re more like a fallen angel if anything."
All eight wings flapped, and she blasted toward Zion with a rage only found in demons. "Die, you filthy mongrel!"
"How about no." A massive divine hand bitch slapped Karynda back toward the ground.
"Learned that one from Luminera. Oh yeah, speaking of her. You’re not in the upper world right now, so who’s defending it? It would be a shame if my army is there, you know, killing people and shit."
"Bitch, the last time someone called my bluff, their entire kingdom exploded. Don’t try me."
She hesitated. Karyndra knew Zion meant business, but she also didn’t want to abandon Azmorath. She looked down at him, and he nodded, telling her to go.
’I’ll be back, my love.’ She mouthed before taking off.
"Sweet. Now that the flying chicken is gone. That just leaves us." Zion clenched his fists, and the hexagonal sphere surrounded the demon world, blocking all means of escape.
’Ha, stupid bitch. Why would I send my army to the upper world when I don’t even have allies there? I just wanted her gone.’ Zion rubbed his hands like a villain in his head.
"I acknowledge your strength, but if you think you stand a chance against me, you’re mistaken." Azmorath stood up, and all of his injuries healed. On the surface, that is.
Zion already knew that fighting the vampire would be really tough, so he made sure to have a backup plan before engaging the man. Unfortunately, his backup plan would take time to activate, so he had to fight him off until it did.
"You don’t look that tough." Zion mocked. ’I’m lying so hard right now. He looks like a fucking menace!’
"Really? Then let me show you how tough I truly look." Azmorath’s entire body disgustingly morphed into something primal, something evil, something... demonic.
He was already a tall man, around 7 feet tall, but now, he grew to a staggering 10 feet. His body bulked up, and his hand turned into claws. Wings sprouted from his back, he stood on his toes as his legs turned into the ones meant for running on all fours, and his face, ugh, his face looked like a bat.
Azmorath had truly become a Vampire.
Zion almost threw up on the spot after seeing Azmorath’s form. "God damn, you’re ugly as fuck! Please change back, oh god, you look disgusting."
"That’s his true form, his most powerful state. Taking him on wont be easy." Lilith said, arriving next to Zion.
"Do you have a true form like him?" He wondered.
"No. This is an ability unique to vampires."
"Sweet. I guess I can’t hold back then." Zion powered up to maximum.
Azmorath laughed, his voice sounding like metal scraping against glass. "That wont change anything. I’ve had it up to here with your pestering, and I’ll make sure to kill you today."
"Sorry, pal, but I’m immortal."
"Nothing is immortal in this universe."
"Of course something is. You just haven’t found it yet. Oh, wait, you did. You’re looking right fucking at him!" Zion charged in with no plan whatsoever. He simply wanted all the smoke.