THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

Chapter Seven:Confrontation with the Demon King

Roar of Chaos:

The battlefield trembled under Ashura’s steps.

The ground was no longer ground, but a sea of blood and fire. Dust rose, and even the air itself screamed with every movement of his six arms.

His three faces roared at once, each bearing a different emotion:

One mocked, the second boiled with rage, and the third laughed in madness.

> “Hahahaha!! That’s what I want! Strong enemies… to feed my hunger for blood!!!”

Before him stood Aletheia — her black wings spread wide like a veil between light and darkness — and to her right, Falkoris, his black sword gleaming with cold light; to her left, Dragmor, his wings shielding his body like armor forged in hell.

There were no more words.

Their eyes spoke enough.

Ashura charged first, his black scythes flashing with rabid bloodlust.

Dragmor blocked with his wings, but the impact shattered the rocks beneath his feet.

Energy clashed with air, as if the storm itself had begun.

Falkoris shouted:

> “Dragmor! The left side!”

But before Dragmor could move back, two dark spears pierced through the fog, crossing toward his chest.

He spread his wings and spun, turning the flames within his body into a shield of explosive fire.

The collision echoed — the sky ignited with the color of blood.

From behind, Falkoris dashed forward, faster than sight, stabbing one of Ashura’s arms.

The sword pierced the black flesh — but Ashura did not flinch.

He laughed.

A laugh that split the air like the bell of madness.

> “You think you can defeat me?!!!”

The scent of sulfur mixed with blood.

One face glared at Falkoris, another at Dragmor, and the third at Aletheia — as if seeing them all at once.

> “Three of you… good… I’ll offer your deaths as a gift for that man!”

Aletheia raised her hands, light bursting around her like a celestial vortex.

Her voice tore through the chaos —

A beam of pure radiance erupted, splitting the sky and burning away the waves of dark energy.

But Ashura lunged from within the explosion, six weapons spinning like a storm of hell.

She would have been split in half — had Falkoris not slid before her, raising his sword to block the final strike.

The clash of Falkoris’s sword and Ashura’s weapons sent shockwaves through the air.

Aletheia stepped back, yet her eyes remained unwavering.

Narrator:

> “It was not a clash of bodies… but of wills.

Each strike was a declaration of belief, and every wound — a testament to who had the right to exist.”

While the higher powers battled in the skies, the soldiers lived their own hell below.

The ghouls leapt over corpses, devouring the living before the dead.

Mages stood in ranks, chanting spells — but their voices vanished amid screams of death.

The air was thick with ash, and blood ran through the plains like rivers.

One avian commander shouted:

> “Fall back! Protect the witches!”

But before he could finish his words, a demonic spear pierced his chest, lifting his body like a doll.

The sky itself rained shards of fire.

Were it not for the barrier Aletheia had cast earlier, the curse would have consumed them all.

Yet amidst that hell, two warriors carved their way forward…

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Sword of Oungan and Waves of Poseidon:

Oungan and Poseidon advanced through the storm with unshaken resolve.

Each step they took was a declaration of mass death.

Oungan’s sword cleaved ten heads in a single swing, its flash making the ghouls hesitate before vanishing into nothingness.

Poseidon raised his hand — and from the air itself, waves burst forth, turning into razor-sharp blades that sliced through enemy lines like knives through flesh.

Morlock, father of Asmodeus, shouted from amidst the hordes:

> “Stop them at once!!!”

Oungan answered with a furious roar, drenched in blood:

> “I’ll slaughter… all your soldiers!!!”

He surged forward like a flood, his sword tearing the earth apart.

In a single moment, an entire battalion vanished as if it had never existed.

Blood pooled into lakes, and the air grew heavy with the stench of death.

Above the battlefield, Ashura’s madness deepened.

His threefold laughter echoed through the mountains.

> “Hahahahaaa!! I want to see which of you falls first!!”

The first strike targeted Dragmor — its echo filled the heavens.

His wings ignited as he shielded his chest, but blood poured from his mouth.

The second was for Falkoris — nearly severing his head — yet Aletheia intervened, blocking it with her light.

> Aletheia: “Now… my debt is repaid.”

The third came straight at her, but she suddenly raised her hands, revealing a sacred shield.

The shield absorbed the blow, and her eyes blazed like twin stars.

> “This wound on my leg… I’ll repay it by severing your heads!”

Ashura smiled with all three faces at once.

> “You amuse me… broken queen!”

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On the other front, far from the fire and screams,

the sky darkened — not from smoke, but from another presence.

Asmodeus sat atop a massive rock, his horned, chained body radiating black fire.

He looked at the two approaching figures — Hades and Phoenix — with a dead smile.

> Asmodeus: “Finally… I was dying of boredom.”

Hades descended with heavy steps, his chains dragging behind him, their knives sparking with darkness.

> “You’ve been waiting for us too long… Demon King. Are you happy now?”

Phoenix smirked lightly, his wings glowing with flame:

> “Let’s take him down together, Hades.”

Asmodeus laughed — a sound that shattered the stillness.

> “Hahahahaha… take me down? With what?”

Hades stroked his chin calmly:

> “Hmm… with what? Obviously, with our power.”

Asmodeus laughed again:

> “Power? You two don’t even know what that means… Do you know the true meaning of power?

It’s not courage or honor… it’s the ability to crush everything without blinking an eye.”

Hades replied coldly:

> “True power… is erasing the fear within yourself, not planting it in others, you piece of trash.”

Asmodeus roared:

> “Empty words! Power is asserting your existence even if the entire world burns to ash!”

Phoenix stepped forward with firm resolve:

> “Power… is protecting those you trust — even if it costs you your life.”

Hades smirked and raised his daggers:

> “Enough useless talk… let’s speak with our strength.”

Asmodeus lifted his hand, and pillars of black flame erupted behind him, stretching to the sky.

> “Then let me show you… what true power is!”

Hades charged first, his chains spinning like serpents, daggers lunging like fangs of the night.

From above, Phoenix descended, his golden sword flashing like sunlight in a dark hell.

They struck together —

the air itself exploded.

The shockwave shattered stones and snuffed out flames for an instant.

Asmodeus blocked Phoenix’s strike with one arm, while his iron chains clashed with Hades’ daggers.

Sparks flew, and screams echoed in the heavens.

> Asmodeus: “Well done!”

He stomped the ground — a volcano erupted beneath him.

Flames surged upward, devouring everything within a hundred meters.

But Phoenix cut through the inferno with a swing of his sword, a wave of fire splitting the blaze and opening a path toward Asmodeus’s heart.

At the same time, Hades’s chains wrapped around his neck, his daggers stabbing deep.

> Hades: “Now, Phoenix!”

Phoenix: “Die, monster!!”

But Asmodeus’s laughter came before pain.

> “You think… that’s enough?!”

From his chest burst a red light — not of fire, but of a heart pulsing with curse.

The explosion freed him from their blades and flung them away.

Hades staggered back, shouting:

> “Impossible…!”

Asmodeus laughed, his voice a roar of a thousand hells.

> “Yes… this is the true gift of the abyss. I don’t draw power from it… I am its source!”

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On the other side, Ashura’s madness spiraled further.

And here, Asmodeus was breaking free of his chains.

The soldiers lifted their heads for a moment.

Ashura’s energy clashed with Asmodeus’s — even across the distance.

It was as if two hells were merging into one.

Aletheia screamed:

> “Wh-What is this?!”

Falkoris narrowed his eyes toward the horizon:

> “If we don’t finish one of them now… everything will collapse.”

> Dragmor: “Then let’s crush the lunatic first!”

They charged together toward Ashura — as if they were a single beam of light.

Aletheia’s wings created a storm of light, Falkoris’s sword split the ground, and Dragmor poured his dark flames.

This time, the clash wasn’t a battle… but the end of a world.

The explosion’s sound echoed across the plains — even Asmodeus turned his head toward it.

He smiled.

> “Hahahahaha… they struggle so desperately.”

The sky turned crimson.

Ashura screamed in final madness, all three faces roaring as one.

> “I am… the embodiment of envy… I cannot die!!!”

While Hades and Phoenix stood exhausted beneath a sky raining fire from two colliding wars, the narrator’s deep voice filled the silence:

> “In that moment, two battles were not recorded — but one destiny:

The war of the avian lords against Ashura…

And the war of Hades and Phoenix against the Demon King.”