Faint
It wasn't possible. He couldn't, wouldn't believe it. How did this happen? He was a superior being, descended from the destroyer angel herself. Entire cities had crumbled by his will. Men cowered in fear at the mere whisper of his name. Only one had ever been able to defeat him before and that one was now permanently joined with him, never to be truly apart so long as either of them lived.
He was the one he was waiting for patiently.
He had heard the other was here at this place the called the Coliseum. He apparently had been under contract to that fool Hades who called himself the Lord of the Dead. Had he not been so fixated on locating Strife he would have shown him who was the real god.
He waited for Strife to reappear but soon grew bored. He decided a little training wouldn't hurt. So he had approached that goat-man and asked to be allowed to participate in the tournaments.
The satyr had flatly refused but after some… persuasion, he reluctantly allowed him to go through the preliminaries. After easily defeating everything thrown at him, including that irritating Hydra, he was allowed into the tournament.
But he wanted a challenge.
So he became his own match. The Platinum Match is what he was labeled and only those who fought their way to the top were allowed to face him. He knew eventually the other would come.
But there was no challenge. Everyone he faced was defeated within five minutes. Some he didn't even bother to finish the fight with. He'd just leave.
So when that boy with the bad hair imitation of Cloud was announced his next opponent, he almost cried. This was the best the worlds had to offer? How was it he had continued to fail in his attempts to take control?
He didn't want to bother with the pipsqueak. He decided to simply intimidate the child with an impressive display of magic and send the child running in fear.
But the child hadn't run. In fact he only seemed more determined. He had stared at him steadily, with a peculiar look of recognition in his fearful eyes.
So they had fought and that key shaped blade of his managed to block every strike of the Masamune. Every bit of magic he threw at him was countered. As they battled, he found himself having to increasingly draw upon his reserves.
He felt something strange forming in the pit of his stomach. And then he was light headed. The boy was winning. How? Only one could eliminate him. How could this boy beat him?
Dizziness overcame him and he knew it was over. He somehow managed to teleport out of the arena and reappeared in one of the alcoves. He gripped the pillar, trying to breathe calmly. His head swam in shock and disbelief. A child had defeated him, The One Winged Angel.
Then he fainted.