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"You should use anything and everything to survive... This will be a fight to the death." 

The serious voice of Garnet that played around even when humanities most powerful were all staring down at her caused Zell to feel a sense of dread; he had to admit he took the warning lightly, thinking it would be okay if Alizée were there, but now... 

'What is that thing!?'

"Oh, you can look at me and resist the desire to kneel? As expected of the little gigolo who won the affection of Amelia."

The male's words caused Zell's ears to ring, almost bursting from the mere oscillation of his voice, but the male himself did nothing.

"My name is Amon, Demon Prince of War and Slaughter; show the rightful praise, worm!" 

"Tsk! Zell!" Garnet yowled, her voice rough, but there was a slight tremble; she knew he would be no help; even the strongest in the monolith could barely hold this man off for an hour.

"Run... I will hold him off... You must fight those two, fight them and run! Do not return."

"!!!"

'I feel shame... I can do fuck all! No matter what I say, it's the truth.'

Zell thought, looking at the man standing in the air, his body still, watching silently, but the mere blinking of his eyes caused Zell's skin to tingle, his muscles to constrict and tighten; before he could speak, there was an explosion of sound beside him, as a firestorm shot into the sky, Garnet's body engulfed with red flames as she smashed into the male standing in the sky.

'!!!'

The world screamed, a scream of pain as Garnet and Amon clashed. 

Fire against Darkness.

Dragon against Demon.

Each blow caused the atmosphere to shudder, the ground to crumble, and the waves began to rage like small tsunamis as storms filled the entire island.

No longer could they look away from them, for no matter how hard you try to keep your eye on one, the other will find its way into your view; the two were both so overwhelming that nothing could be done about it.

Garnet unleashed the full strength of her power while Amon countered it with all his might. The power of each hit left cracks in the ground, and the impact of their fists sent tremors throughout the island.

'A mere fist... caused that crater!?' Zell's body leapt into the air, his black wings bursting out as his body spiralled away from the fight, obeying her words; as the ground instantly became a hell of fire and death, the warriors from Germanica instantly became ashes.

Zell's mind began to return to the past, the powerless feeling, watching as his beloved pets died, as now the pets were replaced with Garnet, her fists covered with scales, body taking the blows from the demon prince as her flesh tore, scales cracked, then quickly regenerated.

"Come out." He spoke, his voice slowly becoming cold and distant; two demons stepped out of the shadows and looked at him with twisted smiles.

"Oh, how nostalgic! Our hybrid brethren! How have you been? Do you remember me?"

"It's the annoying bitch that needed women's help to win, ah... just like that red dragon slut now. Garbage."

He didn't exchange any pleasantries, taking out his greatsword, his body filled with the thick demon skin armour, then covered in red dragon scales, watching the pair as his body vanished; the deep reverberating blip sounded before his body appeared behind Azmael using his skill Velos, slashing down with his sword.

"Gyaaaaaaah!"

Azmael roared, leaping up as the blade pierced through his shoulder; Azmael fell back, covering his shoulder in blood, his body looking down at his hand and the blade stuck in it, the blood dripping from his palm.

"Oh, Azmael, how do you like my gift?" Zell's voice sounded before his body vanished again; this time, his body appeared just inches from Azmaels face, smashing his knee into his face and sending him crashing onto his back as the impact sent a jolt through his body.

"...Fucking bastard..."

Zell stood over him and took another swing at his head, but Azmael managed to dodge, then punched him back, knocking the breath from Zell's lungs; he was tossed backwards, landing on the ground before rolling across the sand. As the first blow landed, so did the next: Zell's arm was sliced open by Azmael as if to say "My turn"; their swords clashed together, leaving dents in each other's blades. With both hands covered in blood, neither could get an edge or advantage while they fought for control of the fight.

"—!?!"

Suddenly, there came the sound of tearing flesh and bone. The two turned toward the source of the noise. There were the black wings of Zell now fluttering in the air as a jolt of intense pain shot down his back, burning his nerves and causing his mouth to stifle a scream of pain.

"Oh... You move pretty fast, ant." Azarel stood, holding Zell's wings in his huge hands, before tearing them apart and burning them into ashes as the scent of cooked meat filled the area.

"Tsk... Guha... you bastard!" Zell forced the words through grit teeth, blood and spit bubbling as he kicked with all his power, smashing the face of Azmael, who was mocking his broken wings.

'Shit... shit.... they won't heal... it's not healing!' Zell panicked as his body began to flash backwards, dodging the rapid slashes and stabs from the sword of Azmael, while Azarel just watched, a huge grin on his face, as his keen eyes watched Zell's body fluttering around like a fly.

He wanted him to suffer more!

That is was enjoying himself, watching this cocky little brat scream in agony. He could hear the screams and growls coming from Zell's mouth; now, without his wings, he could only jump, completely losing the advantage in the air, desperately fighting the pain of his back, which was now torn open, his spine visible in the various bloody wounds. A small smile played across Azarel's lips.

Azarel held out his hand as he sent a surge of magical energy surging forth and into Zell, sending an explosion towards his body.

'Shit!? He was the brains all along! I was fucking wrong!' 

Desperately his body twirled in a 360-degree spin, the blade of Azmael slicing several inches from his shoulder before the black ball suddenly appeared beside Zell's body and exploded, sending him flying as his arm shot into the distance; the gauntlet completely cracked as it slammed onto the ground, slowly turning into ashes.

"Arghhhhhhhhhh!" Zell's body floundered on the ground for a moment, the pain of losing his left arm, as the dragon's blood in his body seemed to have been damaged; he could feel the trembling of his heart, blood oozing from his eyes and nose, while forced to vomit blood and saliva. His legs shook so much that it looked like he was about to collapse, but he fought against the urge. 'I can't fall... I am not done yet.'

Zell took out one of his daggers and stabbed at Azarel, who blocked with his greatsword and then jumped over him, kicking the dagger away. As Zell stood up, Azrael ran forward and drove his sword into Zell's side, tearing through his body and causing the demon flesh within his stomach to spill out.

"Pitiful half-breed, did you think that someone with filthy blood could use the power of a demon to the fullest? HAhahahahaha!"