The battlefield shifted from the colorful and noisy insanity of the warp to a space of seemingly endless void where nothing existed. Mikhail with the demon face still in his hand lets go and performs a back kick with great speed bursting a hole straight through the demon's torso sending it flying, following up his kick he charges forward after the demon swinging his blade down but the demon manages to block his strike with its many swords and they begin to trade a series of blows.

Mikhail's blade work is simple, the basic hone and polish to its extreme that aims to slay the opponent as quickly and efficiently as possible, it is elegant in its simplicity and deadly in its precision yet not entirely a mechanical and emotionless art as there is an undercurrent of fury behind each swing.

While the demon's swordsmanship is almost his opposite true to its nature as a servant of Slaanesh excessive and flashy looking more like a performance that one would see on a stage rather than on a battlefield. Full of twist and feint utilizing all 6 of its blade methodically to dissect the opponent bit by bit inflicting as much pain as possible bringing it victim to an agonizing demise.

Steel strikes against steel, divine magic clashes again warp sorcery, the shock wave from their struggle ring out far and wide breaking the monotonous silence of the realm, sometimes a blade or spell would strike true drawing their opponent's blood and leaving behind ghastly wounds but as both combatants are non-corporeal entities. These wounds would quickly heal and the battle went on like they never occurred at all.

Along with his blade work, Mikhail for the very first time since coming into this world brought to bear the full might of his arcane knowledge and power. Light would flash, inferno would rage, earth crushes, and blizzard freeze while blasphemous symphonies would scream assaulting the soul and horrible illusion turn into reality. The contest of might between the two was nothing short of grand, easily capable of tearing the stars above the heaven themselves to pieces.

But as the clash went on it was clear who was gaining the upper hand Mikhail's skill was increasing throughout the fight, he would parry more successfully and his attacks would break through the demon's defenses much more often.

The demon, seeing it is outmatched attempts to draw in the power of the Immaterium to heal its broken form and overpower its foe, only to realize that it can not. Closed off from the warp in this pocket dimension, whatever psychic energy it has left in its body was slowly being chipped away by Mikhail's relentless attack as he tears the demon apart bit by bit.

The demon finally realizes that the realm that it is in is not in any way created using the power of the Immaterium and neither is the power that it has seen so far from what it presumes to be an infant god born from the faith of some lost human colony.

The power that Mikhail used was completely alien to the demon. Especially the power of the void which from its point of view is quite similar to the power of Null that a human blank has. It could feel its essence not only be ripped apart by its opponent's sword but also completely absorbed and erased from existence by this very space and that terrified the demon as it realized that it could die a true death in this realm.

The demon frantically tries to escape, widening its mouth to a disgustingly wide degree and with a shriek shooting out a barrage of raw chaos energy at Mikhail in an attempt to disengage and tear a hole out of this realm and retreat into the Immaterium.

Deciding to soak out the attack Mikhail casts a defensive spell over himself and tanks the blast head-on, his figure pushed away by the force of the blast while the demon prepares to escape wielding what was left of its power. It claws with all of its psychic might to tear a hole into the realm it is currently in back to its home but for all its effort while the realm does shake, in the end, it did not shatter.

"Going somewhere?"

Mikhail said as he appeared behind the demon impaling his blade through its back, the power of nothingness coating his blade started erasing the demon essence, the demon screams out in distress wildly swinging out its blade in a desperate attempt to escape from Mikhail.

The demon's swings strike his body but strangely enough, it seems to have no effect, not even leaving behind a scratch where its blade landed.

"It seems that this is the end then, you no longer have the strength to even leave a scratch on me," Mikhail said as he grips the arm of the demon preventing it from escape. He leisurely put away his weapon back into its sheath while the demon struck at him in panic with its free arm and weapon to get away but to no avail, each attack seemingly weaker than the last as if it is running out of steam.

"Will you stop that, it's getting annoying." In a swift motion, he catches all of the demon's arms in one hand and takes away all of its weapons with the other. Holding all six blades in one hand starting with the tip he begins breaking the weapons with his thumb one piece at a time like he was snapping a bunch of dry twigs.

*Clank ,Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank,...*

As the sound of metal bending and breaking rang out the demon could only stare in silent abject horror at the sight before its eye. Losing Its will to fight and ceasing all attempts to escape it merely asks in a weak and defeated voice.

"You...what are you?"

"I am the end, your end." Mikhail looks directly into its eyes and answers. Then the realm seems to shift, the void energy which constructed it begins to twist into sharp rows of fangs which begin to bite and chew on the demon, churning it into a bloody froth, the fangs keep gnawing until even that disappears, completely absorbed by the maw.

With the demon completely absorbed, Mikhail takes in both its power and memory, he gagged and almost threw up on the spot while looking through the unspeakable things that the demon had done. If [gamer mind] hadn't kicked in when it did he really would have.

"That bastard got off easy." He wipes his mouth with his hand still feeling disgusted and takes a few deep breaths to focus himself.

"Ok, focus, I have some people to save." Slapping his cheeks with both hands he returns to the warp storm that the demon had made into a stronghold, where unfortunate souls were captured and kept as its toy.

Databook entry : [Domain of silent Abyssal Maw]

A reality marble constructed out of void energy and the skill [Gluttonous King Beelzebub]. It immediately starts eating away at the designated target breaking them down into information and power, feeding them to the user. The intensity of its draining ability as well as the energy that made up the realm can be easily adjusted or shaped by the user with just a simple thought.

PS: thank Wizig for helping with grammar and Wong40k for writing advice.