The Kind of Evil

‎The Prime Lord used his wings to protect himself like a cocoon from Lenin's relentless spells. Each lightning bolt that struck him it was enough to make his whole body tremble and paralyze him for a moment. He never thought that a mage could annoy him that much, and not to mention, he had to protect himself from Uriel's attacks that had been imbued with divine energy thanks to Astrea's power as well.

‎Although the Prime Lord hadn't made a move and was bombarded by countless attacks, he wasn't cornered. Neither of their attacks could reach him because of his wings, which regenerated faster than those two could hurt him. However, he felt that they both were holding themselves back as if they were waiting for him to make a move.

Astrea clasped her hands together, creating a sphere of divine energy right above her head. The sphere grew bigger as she kept praying with her eyes closed. The moment she opened her eyes, she pointed her hands at the Prime Lord. The sphere released dozens of needle-like divine energies that pierced through the Prime Lord's wings.

The Prime Lord endured immense pain from their attacks, and it had been centuries since he had felt pain. He realized that those three were capable of killing him, and he was convinced that they were the ones who killed a King-rank demon.

The Prime Lord had had enough of being passive, so he spread his wings wide open. His left wing deflected the lightning bolts, releasing sparks into the air, while his right wing deflected the needle-like divine energy, dissipating them into glowing white dust in the air. He then grabbed Uriel's weapon and crushed it with it into pieces, even though it was extremely painful, like his hand was being cut thousands of times in an instant because of the immense Aura that Uriel had put on the blade.

The crushed pieces of Uriel's weapon scattered to the ground like broken glass. Her expression didn't change, still calm and collected. She summoned two more swords into her hands, spinning behind her back as she swung her sword with immense Aura toward the Prime Lord's torso.

The Prime Lord took the attack, making him bleed, which looked like thick tar from his torso. He didn't make any sound, even though he was in pain, he was showing that even if he bled, that wouldn't be enough.

Lenin stopped casting and stared down into the Prime Lord's glowing red eyes. Her arms lowered as the storm behind her grew heavier, but the lightning refused to fall again. She raised her right hand toward the whirlpool of storm above her, pointing her index and middle fingers toward it as she created a magic formation above her fingers.

The moment thunder struck her fingers, she lowered her right hand, pointing her index and middle finger down at the Prime Lord as she formed a five-circle magic formation. She channeled the immense energy from the thunder from her right arm down to her left arm and then to her fingertips. The moment the lightning bolt was released from her fingers, it was enhanced five times by the five-circle magic formation.

The Prime Lord looked up and saw the thickest and the widest lightning bolt,. He couldn't dodge it nor have the time to block it with his wings. The moment he got struck by it, he fell to his knees, his mind went blank for a split second. He didn't know what had happened, and then he felt something pierce his back. When he looked down, it was divine energy in the shape of a giant sword pierced through his chest and down to the ground.

Uriel swung her swords down vertically at the Prime Lord, cutting his arms off. She then spun and swung her sword horizontally, cutting the Prime Lord's body in half. The Prime Lord grunted in pain, and it was the first time he had made a sound. The Prime Lord was right that they were waiting for him to make a move, and he paid for it.

Astrea clasped her hands together once again, and created a bar cage around the Prime Lord. She tightened the cage, pressing it and crushing the Prime Lord inside. She began to sweat because she used everything she got, but she could barely maintain the Prime Lord within her power.

The Prime Lord was scorching in divine flame, taking away small portions of his existence as a demon. However, he was unbothered because it was similar to draining a mountain filled with water using a waterfall. He could reattach his body even during imprisonment and grasped onto the cage with his bare hands.

The moment the Prime Lord broke free from the cage, Astrea collapsed to her knees. She screamed in pain because her body was burning from the inside. The Prime Lord stepped out from the scorched ground, his robes torn, his wings slowly folding back. Steam rose from the holes in his flesh where divine energy had pierced him. They were healing, but not instantly.

"You have convinced me, now it's time for me to end this..." The Prime Lord said calmly.

Suddenly, the wind vanished. A heavy pressure filled the air, pressing down like a mountain on their backs. The divine energy dimmed, and even the clouds above seemed to freeze in place.

A black mist leaked from the Prime Lord's sleeves, spreading across the field like a living shadow. The divine barrier began to crack. Astrea gritted her teeth and pushed more power into it, sweat pouring down her face. She was on the brink of fainting, but she tried her best to maintain it.

"This mist... it's devouring my power," Astrea said, struggling to hold the barrier.

Uriel didn't wait. She dashed forward with both swords aimed at the Prime Lord's head. But the moment she stepped into the mist, her speed dropped. It felt like she was wading through thick water. Her Aura sparked, trying to protect her, but the mist began eating it away, little by little.

Lenin didn't move. Her eyes glowed faintly as she watched everything unfold. She was waiting for the right moment.

The Prime Lord raised his hand. The mist began to swirl, forming hands, faces, and twisted figures that reached for Uriel and Astrea. They were not illusions—they were souls, screaming and clawing as they tried to latch onto anything alive.

Astrea fell to her knees, blood dripping from her nose as her divine energy collapsed. The barrier shattered. On the other hand, Uriel swung her swords, cutting down souls one by one, but more came, endless and fast.

The Prime Lord took the opportunity to fly toward Astrea, who was on her knees. He wanted to get rid of her first since she was a troublesome one. However, he didn't expect Uriel to be able to do both at the same time, getting rid of the damned souls and protecting Astrea.

Suddenly, the sky began to rumble again, attracting the Prime Lord's attention for a moment. He saw how Lenin gathered Mana, a place he couldn't reach at that moment. He noticed that she was going to hit him with the same powerful lightning bolt again, so he was prepared for it.

A single bolt of lightning fell from the sky, but it didn't strike the Prime Lord, it hit Uriel's body. The lightning engulfed her as the shockwave pushed the Prime Lord away and dispersed the damned souls. At that moment, Uriel's eyes glowed bright blue as sparks crawled out from the corners of her eyes. That lightning strike enhanced Uriel's body beyond its limits, and made things move very slowly from her perspective.

Uriel began to attack the Prime Lord swiftly and quickly that the naked eye couldn't catch up. The Prime Lord was surprised by the sudden surge of power that Uriel showed, and he could barely keep up with her movements. He found her sudden growth didn't make any sense, and how each blow felt so painful that he had to spend more of his life's essence on regenerating the wounds.

The Prime Lord wanted to devour the damned souls that he had released earlier, but to his surprise, they all had gone. He didn't understand how, but when he glanced at Astrea, he was confused. There was no trace of Divine energy, and the way that, the amount that was needed to regenerate his wounds seemed to be a lot more than he thought, as if someone or something had devoured his life essence. Not only that, the way Astrea smiled coldly at him bothered him deeper than he thought.

Lenin threw fireballs at the Prime Lord, creating thick smoke around him. It was pointless from the Prime Lord's perspective since he could sense a living being without having to see it. However, it wasn't the purpose of creating thick smoke, and that was when the Prime Lord noticed the sword that Uriel held was different than before. It was a black greatsword, and it could withstand more immense Aura on the blade, where each attack could take a big chunk of his body.

Thalior and the others couldn't see the fight because of the thick smoke. They were worried about what had happened over there in the distance, but to see the smoke expand and shrink as if it were breathing was quite disturbing.

Lenin landed beside Astrea and glanced at the huge grin on Astrea's face.

"Stop making that kind of expression using her face, it's quite disturbing, Videl," Lenin said as she put on the hood. "Now, it's time for you to devour his energy while Aris take care of him," she muttered.