"Even though you know who stands before you; even though you know who you are up against, you do not falter. You still wish to defeat me." Belzebub scoffs.
"I do not understand if it is bravery or foolery I am witnessing. I cannot understand your logic. You understand that I am stronger than you in every conceivable way, and yet you still want to exhaust my energies in a futile attempt to make this body betray itself. You're fighting for a lost cause, following naught the will of your own making, but of that false idol."
She sneered, glaring at her.
"Just based on Lucifers' will alone."
And to that, Justices' eyes ignited.
The inky shadows that had once covered the landscape for millennia retched and scurried away, screeching at the sudden flare of light. Beelzebub swallowed dryly as the very air was set ablaze; Justices' body was sudden wreathed in unholy fire, becoming a star in the eternal darkness.
The floor was set alight beneath her, burning with a terrible slowness as hideous black-orange flames torn themselves at the stone and history before them, a terrible tinny sound that emitted from the soil she could only recognize as the ground screeching in agony.
"It's not her will that'll shatter your plans, Belzebub."
As Justice raised her head, for a split moment, their gazes met. Her eyes were fire and hatred and rage and all the words of war that were forged in the deepest, darkest, depts of man. Even though they were separated by cliffs, Belzebub stepped back, and with her, the demons followed her lead. Simply abiding an instinct from the past, a relic from an age where humans were little more than animals; well, it told them one thing. It told them to run.
The entire horde, several thousand strong, cowed from a single woman.
"It's mine."
A double chapter this time. Read in whichever order you like.