Roar!!!
The demon continued to struggle, trying to break free from the reinforced metal containment cage.
"Hmph, overreaching."
Finn sneered and immediately hurled both fists forward, hammering the surface of the cage.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Violent shockwaves rippled outward. The seemingly indestructible Vibranium-alloy containment unit—designed to hold even cosmic-level threats—began to collapse under Finn’s relentless, storm-like assault. Inch by inch, the structure buckled, until finally, with a shuddering roar, it gave way.
At that same moment, caught in the sheer force of the explosion, the so-called giant demon was completely obliterated—reduced to nothing in the devastating shockwave.
"If this is the extent of your strength," Finn muttered, eyes flashing with cold disdain, "then you might as well crawl back to whatever hellhole spawned you. Don’t embarrass yourself by showing your face here again."
Finn’s gaze was like a void—endless, indifferent, devoid of emotion. The kind of gaze that once belonged to kings who ruled galaxies with a flick of their fingers.
From the side, the Demon King stirred, his grotesque form rising from the shadows. "Boy, don’t get cocky," he growled, his voice laced with ancient malice. "Just because you eliminated some lesser demons, don’t delude yourself into thinking you can kill us."
No sooner had the words left his twisted mouth than he lunged, unleashing a maelstrom of corrupted energy. The surrounding landscape quaked as his movement displaced the very space around them, a shockwave extending for miles.
"You’re all bark now," Finn snapped, his tone icy. "Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll kindly oblige."
Without hesitation, Finn surged forward, his movement cutting through sound itself, leaving behind a sonic boom that shattered nearby glass and set off car alarms across the ruined cityscape.
Boom!!!
Their collision shook the atmosphere. The wind was whipped into a frenzy as raw force crackled between them. Finn’s fists glowed with destructive energy, while the Demon King’s talons gleamed, tearing through the air like obsidian blades.
Jingle! Jingle!!
A piercing metal-on-metal sound rang out with every clash, mingling with the gut-churning snap of breaking bones. Their fight was an orchestral crescendo of chaos, shaking even the dimensional seams of the battlefield.
Finn was covered in blood, his skin torn and burned, but his eyes never wavered. By contrast, the Demon King looked worse—his bone structure cracked and his flesh mangled beyond repair.
"It’s over, boy..."
The Demon King’s voice was a whisper of death, his last strength manifesting as a cloud of thick, jet-black miasma.
Scoff!!
In a split-second, his right arm mutated into a jagged blade, which he drove toward Finn’s chest.
Puff!!
The demonic blade sliced across Finn’s abdomen, blood spraying through the air as the cut severed flesh, veins, and tendons.
"Heh... You think I came unprepared?"
Finn’s lip curled into a cruel grin. A black Kree-tech crystal—stolen during a covert raid on one of Ronan’s hidden caches—materialized in his hand, pulsing with ominous energy. He pressed it into his wound.
"Huh? What the hell is that?!" the Demon King stammered, his expression morphing from triumph to horror.
Before his eyes, Finn’s wounds began to close. Blood still streamed down his body, but he stood firm—unshaken.
"What are you?!" the Demon King bellowed, his claws trembling.
"You ask like you care," Finn said, voice frigid. "This little trinket? Specifically designed for bastards like you. Thank you for the reminder."
With a chilling grin, Finn raised the obsidian crystal. A second later, it discharged a concentrated black energy beam—one forged in the Negative Zone, enhanced by Stark’s energy conversion arrays, and deadly enough to burn through interdimensional barriers.
The beam struck the Demon King directly, a screaming wind accompanying its impact. The air warped. Time itself seemed to falter.
The Demon King’s expression was frozen in horror. His soul—yes, even that ancient abyssal fragment he called a soul—shuddered under the beam’s assault.
"How dare you... kill me?!"
He roared, his voice a chaotic blend of pain and wrath. "You and I—we are destined to fight again. The Angel Faction, the Celestial Choir—you’ll all fall!"
"You won’t even live to see tomorrow’s sun."
Finn’s voice rang with finality.
"Die, demon."
With a cold snarl, he fired the full blast from the crystal. It tore through the Demon King’s torso and hurled him into a ruined temple littered with demon corpses.
Boom!!
A deafening crash shook the terrain.
Ah!!!
The Demon King howled, pain exploding through his consciousness as his internal organs ruptured and his bones crumbled. Death gripped him.
Boom!!
His body convulsed, devilish energy exploding outward in a desperate final act. The black mist, denser than before, gushed from every pore, threatening to engulf Finn.
"Trying to blow yourself up?"
Finn narrowed his eyes, sensing the unstable buildup of energy—classic demonic overload, a last-ditch attempt to take one’s enemy down with them.
But Finn remained calm, a slight frown crossing his blood-smeared face.
"You should know better," he said with mocking disdain. "That trick doesn’t work on me. Self-destruction? It’s just another tantrum."
The Demon King gnashed his fangs, panic spreading in his abyssal eyes. "Who are you?!"
Finn didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward, cracking his knuckles as the crystal floated behind him, still humming with power.
"I’m the nightmare your gods forgot to warn you about."
The Demon King’s scream echoed one last time before his entire being was enveloped by the beam. The explosion that followed sent shockwaves across the horizon, causing portals to flicker and collapse in the sky. Demonic sigils imploded, their power undone.
The air was silent now, save for the soft crackling of fading embers.
Finn stood alone, body torn, bleeding—but unbowed. He looked to the distance, toward a crumbling skyline where the Tower of Kamar-Taj had briefly shimmered during the fight, as if the Sorcerer Supreme had been watching.
"They’ll come for me next," Finn whispered to himself. "Let them."
Behind him, the wind carried away the ashes of the demon king. No trace remained—no rebirth, no resurrection, no return.
Only death.
And the one who delivered it.
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