Tony stared, his HUD blinking with unknown readings."Wait—hold up. What do you mean by demon summoning? Are we talking movie-style demons here? The kind that take over your body and make you crawl on ceilings?"
Alex let out a soft chuckle."Not quite. They don’t possess people unless invited. At least... not the ones I deal with."
"So... it’s real?" Tony asked, stepping back slightly. "This whole time you’ve been summoning demons? And it’s not magic?"
Alex shrugged."Some of my power comes from them. It comes from summoning. From binding entities. From commanding them."
Tony stared, still trying to wrap his mind around it."And you’re telling me that’s just... part of your thing? Like it’s a hobby?"
Alex gave him a slight grin."Let me show you how I do it."
He stepped forward and raised his hand. The soul crystal in his palm pulsed violently—red light flashing like a heartbeat. The air grew heavy, dark energy coiling around them like steam.
A black sigil lit the ground in a perfect circle. Symbols spiraled outward, glowing in red and purple flames.
Then came the voice.
A low rumble vibrated through the sand and metal.
A figure rose from the center of the circle—tall, graceful, and handsome in the most unnervingly perfect way.
His skin was bone-pale, almost porcelain, but his eyes glowed crimson. Snow-white hair cascaded down to his shoulders like silk. He wore tailored European-style garments—pure white leather overlaid with silver threading. A gentleman from a forgotten hell.
He opened his eyes and locked onto Alex.
"So... you’re the maggot who dared summon me."
Tony took a step back. "Okay. That is definitely not in my database."
Alex crossed his arms. "Let’s see if you’re worth the soul crystal I spent."
The demon’s expression twisted into a sneer."Huh? Maggot, just quietly give me your soul. It will at least spare you from suffering."
From the demon’s forearm, a long blade materialized—curved, silver-edged, and made from shimmering black light. He spun it once, then pointed it directly at Alex.
"I am Mygarth, the Demonic Blade. Remember this name—because I’m going to devour your soul."
Alex’s expression remained calm as he looked the demon over.
’So... a Viscount-grade demon, huh?’ he thought, silently analyzing Mygarth’s form.
"I am Alex Morrow... and you’re going to learn what it means to serve."
The demon’s expression twisted into mockery as he burst into laughter."Serve? Me? Serve you?! This is the stupidest joke I’ve ever heard in my life."
Tony watched from the side, stunned by the sheer pressure radiating off the summoned entity."Alex... I hope you know what you’re doing," he muttered.
Alex’s voice was calm, assured."Don’t worry. It’s weaker than me. Even if it wanted to, it couldn’t harm me."
Tony nodded slowly, choosing to stay back—alert, but not intervening unless things went wrong.
"Time to die," the demon snarled, slashing his sword and sending a black flaming arc directly at Alex.
But Alex didn’t flinch.
He merely raised his hand.
A silent pulse of black energy emerged from his palm, intercepting the flaming slash mid-air. The demonic slash puffed out like smoke against glass.
"What?!" Mygarth hissed.
But before he could move, Alex’s hand shifted. From his palm, a backflash of Dark Ray exploded outward—like a concentrated ray of anti-energy, aimed directly at the demon’s chest.
Mygarth managed to dodge the center of the blast, twisting just in time—but the sheer pressure slammed into his lower legs, burning across his greaves and sending him skidding back across the sand.
Though it all happened in a single moment—both had already measured each other.
Mygarth snarled, smoke curling from his mouth as he planted his blade into the sand to steady himself. "You dare..." he growled, rising to his feet. "I am Mygarth, the Demonic Blade! Slayer of the Pale Sanctuary! I shattered the Black Venom Clan with one scream—"
Alex yawned.
Actually yawned.
The demon blinked, confused mid-sentence.
Alex lazily dusted his coat. "You done with your résumé?"
The demon roared, leaping forward with feral speed. His sword glowed with infernal energy, black fire wreathing around the blade as he brought it down toward Alex’s skull—
Clang!
Alex raised a single finger and caught the blade.
Not blocked.
Caught. With his bare finger.
Mygarth froze.
The fires flickered. The sword didn’t move. Alex tilted his head slightly.
"Is this supposed to be sharp?" he asked with genuine curiosity.
The demon’s eyes widened in disbelief. He ripped the sword back and whirled around with a flurry of slashes—each strike leaving glowing trails in the air, fast enough to split stone and flash-step through solid metal.
Alex didn’t even move his feet.
He leaned. Tilted. Let his coat sway. His hands never left his pockets. Every deadly blow passed through air that no longer held Alex. He stepped aside from one, turned his head to avoid another, exhaled—and dispersed an entire flurry with the faint pressure of his breath.
Tony watched from the distance, utterly silent inside his HUD.
This wasn’t a fight.
This was just one sided beating and humiliation.
"COME ON!!" Mygarth screamed, wings of shadow bursting from his back as he launched into the air. "DIE!"
He raised his hand, summoning a massive orb of condensed demonic energy—pulsing with hatred, wrapped in the screams of a hundred stolen souls. The clouds trembled. The sky above cracked open into a burning eye.
Alex didn’t even glance up.
He flicked a finger.
Snap.
The orb imploded.
Just collapsed into itself like a paper bag in a vacuum. The shockwave bent the desert floor for a mile—but Alex’s coat didn’t even ripple.
Mygarth dropped to one knee, panting now, his pride slowly bleeding out of his face.
"No..." he whispered. "You’re—this is a trick. You’re hiding your real power—"
"Nope," Alex replied, checking his nails. "This is casual. I haven’t even summoned my weapon."
He stepped forward, and with each step, Mygarth flinched.
"You’re not used to being outclassed. You prey on the weak, on contracts with desperate fools who can’t fight back. You’ve never fought someone like me."
Alex’s shadow began to stretch unnaturally, reaching toward Mygarth’s.
The demon tried to summon another blade, but Alex just looked at it—and it shattered mid-form.
"STOP THIS—!" Mygarth screamed, surging forward for one final attack.
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