The trio was teleported to a deserted rocky area- the ground was littered with holes and blade marks, signifying previous battles. The Earth smelt of barren waste and lifelessness as a quiet breeze carried dust along its gentle caress. The dragon didn't need to look around to understand what kind of a place they were in: previously war ridden territory. One scarred so horribly that no life could take root in its arid dirt. She scrunched her well-shaped nose at the smell of it- it would suit their battle well as to not disturb the Earth. The Demon King grinned at the pair and waved in an almost jesting manner before teleporting to a tall rock several meters away to take a seat before the spectacle before him. The sun was already beginning to set in the purple horizon as the time for dusk rose, filling the atmosphere with a dim light.
"Ho? Maou-sama seems to have a lot of confidence in you, you know. Better not disappoint him, neh?" The fallen angel taunted from afar.
The olive-toned female turned to face her foe, her chuff producing small sparks of fire through her sharp teeth. The pleasure of putting him in his place made her ripple in excitement- it's been too long since she's had a genuine fight. Lucifer lazily shot her a half-grin in turn as he unfurled his dark wings in a display of arrogance. A beautiful array of black feathers slowly rained down onto her, dancing gracefully in the air. The dragon's keen eyes examined the seemingly benign projections; the fallen angel didn't seem like the type to flaunt such things unless there was something behind it. Unfurling her own powerful scaled wings, she leisurely outstretched them fully before flapping them once to produce a strong gust of wind that sent the soft projectile sailing back towards its source. She narrowed her golden eyes at him, growling in amusement- he was testing her. A ghost of a smile appeared on Lucifer's lips as his feathers innocuously flew past him, exploding several feet away. Nonchalantly raising his right hand forward, a deep purple orb lit up in his palm before several missile –like attacks were produced from it, launching towards his target. It didn't seem like her opponent was too keen on close ranged fighting, which is exactly what she intended on giving him. Bending her knees and using her powerful tail for an extra shove, the dragon's push off of the ground left cracks beneath her feet as she sailed through the air, straight into his amethyst skill. Pulling her left arm back, her ivory clawed fingers easily sliced through the projectiles, allowing them to explode on either side of her each time she cut them in half, causing her long silver hair to flutter around her wildly. Through the debris of dust and dirt, the slight flustered look on Lucifer's face didn't escape her. Closing in on the fallen angel, Pale Eyes swung her right claw towards his side as an opening attack before following up with a series of swift punches too quick for the normal eye to see. The purple glow protected his hands from her sharp claws as he barely kept up with her attack pace. Seizing the opportunity of a successful feint attack, she spun around to round house kick him off of his feet and barreling into an immense boulder with a loud BOOM. Sharp bits of rock and dust shot out from all different directions from the impact as what was left of the boulder itself topped down onto him. She narrowed her eyes at the strength of her attack; that wouldn't kill him but it was stronger than she'd intended. The mantle that covered her was a little stifling as she tugged on the chains in front of her collar bone. Would it be rude to take it off? She wasn't accustomed to the culture so she quickly brushed the thought off. In her short respite of a mental break, small black object floated down from her peripheral vision. Before she was able to turn her head to examine it, it detonated into a small explosion, ripping up a dark grey cloud in its midst. From the rubble of rocks, Lucifer rose carefully, dusting himself off before taking off into the air, his purple gaze scanning the area of his trap. The dragon's irritated glowing gaze was the first thing he could see through the mess of his feather bomb, it sent chills down his spine. Her right wing was covering her in a protective manner, leaving her completely unscathed from the surprise attack.
"You're pretty good." The sleepiness in the tone of his voice was all but gone, "but let's see if you can handle this."
He flew down towards her at a surprising speed as his purple aura engulfed his entire body, his arm pulled back for a powerful punch. The winged female studied him calmly, before the she leapt up to meet him head on, refusing to back down from a challenge from sheer pride. The two crashed into each other, creating a magnificently blinding white light. Though she could not see anything, she could feel the sister wind around him and hear the crinkling of his clothes and armor which told her where he would come from what and what he was doing. Her horns also served as an extrasensory organ, sensitive to sound vibrations and air currents as she leaned backwards to narrowly avoid his first swipe before flipping over and using the air current beneath her wings to carry her back upwards for his next various assaults. The next several attacks lit up the night time sky in bright arrays of different shades of purple, decorating it to match with the dusk sky- it would have been a beautiful sight to see if not for the winged being before her. The dragon's sight had long since come back but she was now more curious as to what a fallen angel could do after it had lost its celestial abilities; perhaps she was overestimating his strength. Being a quickly astute learner, she quickly picked up on his attack patterns and tendencies, easily gliding over his projectiles and physical attacks as though she was reading his mind. The look of frustration grew each time she avoided his assault. The game of cat and mouse was losing its initial appeal as she once again grew bored- a nap sounded better. Taking the offensive this time, she glided upwards, flying straight towards her prey. Lucifer quickly took a defensive form, anticipating the coming attack; it maybe that he was also too pride to avoid any of her attacks. She bared her fangs at him in an elation of freedom that she so missed as she pulled her wings backward to sharpen her speed. The force with which she slammed into him created a sonic boom, echoing towards the direction in which she flew, thundering the skies angrily. The fallen angel sailed out of the attack, stunned from the power behind the impact. Flapping her powerful wings, she quickly took off after him, sharply inhaling to draw in extra air into her core. Once she was close enough, she unleashed her signature torrent of white flames at him, causing him to cry out from the onslaught of her fire, it seared him in several places and the edges of his feathers but the damage wasn't great from the protection of his aura. Closing in on him once more, she drew her right claw back for the finishing blow but as she punched her arm towards the half-conscious celestial being, her sturdy attack was interrupted by none other than her prey's own cold, pale hand. Her eyes narrowed from the sudden lurch of his strength as she pulled her other fist back to launch her other claw at him. Much to her second astonishment, he halted this assault too as he gripped both of her slender wrists. Lucifer grinned widely as the pair continued falling down onto the Earth before he yanked her hands together between them before throwing outward with a force she couldn't immediately counter. Gathering his hands back together, a familiar purple glow illuminated the space between them as he launched a powerful magic missile towards her core at point blank range. Her eyes widened from the ferocity of the attack as it erupted from her back in a bloody mess of flesh and organs. The immediate sensation was an immense pressure on her stomach that was quickly engulfed by a screaming agony. Unable to maintain the energy to keep herself afloat, she drifted downwards onto the Earth with her slender arms crossed over the newly formed orifice in her body. Her long, silver hair pooled around her as she fell down onto one knee, gritting her teeth to keep from howling in pain as she struggled to breathe.
"You thought you could beat me?" Lucifer cackled from above, "You're not strong enough! You shouldn't even be Maou-sama's guard. You don't have what it takes, girl."
The dragon's amber eyes snapped open at his comment as she gathered her strength to pull herself up onto her feet, coughing up ruby liquid as she did so. Her own dark blood splattered onto the rocky terrain in large drops, coloring the lifeless area in crimson. Steam rose from her lips as well as the wound as a low snarl escaped from her throat. A nostalgic sensation filled her veins as it quickly traveled toward the musculature that was blown away, releasing vitality she nearly forgot she had. The muscle and organs steadily grew back, reattaching with the opposite fibers and weaving back together at an alarming rate. Her orbs shimmered violently as a grin formed on her pout lips; she'd assumed her abilities stopped working from years of emaciation and lack of use but now that she was well fed and rested, it was a different story. Her life blood stopped dripping from her abdomen, exposing her toned olive flesh beneath the bloodied, ruined mantle. A fire was lit in her eyes with a burning desire of excitement that was rekindled- perhaps this disgraced angel was a worthy challenger. Gently rising to meet his altitude, she flapped her wings to stay afloat, less than a foot away from the fallen angel, her glowing gaze was the only thing visible as her face was slightly tilted downwards. Her golden aura was so imbued in her body, the excess dripped off of her in what could only be described as malicious intent. It saturated the air around them, making it difficult for anyone else to breathe as her silken hair hovered around the pair in an almost enchanting manner. The spark of fear in his eyes was evident as it brought a smile to her lips; he actually looked pretty cute with a petrified expression on his face.
"Would you like to know what real power is, hatchling?" She murmured in a sultry tone.
The shivers down his spine were visible this time as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Her eyes shimmered dangerously as she peered into his plum colored eyes. She invoked her core forcibly as her eyes briefly flashed a bright golden light casing the fallen angel's body to tense up. Seizing the opportunity of his paralysis, she fluidly swiped her razor sharp claws down onto his shoulder left shoulder before landing a powerful kick on his cheek. An audible gasp was heard as he was sent tumbling down onto the rocky terrain. From the clouds of dust that erupted from his fall, numerous amethyst projectiles were thrown at her in an arch, all converging at one point. Swiftly flapping her wings, she easily avoided them, weaving through them acrobatically. The attacks however looped around to aim towards her once more. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she took flight in convoluted and fancy strategies, slicing through them when she could but there were too many to combat at once. From the corners of her eyes, she could make out the fallen angel stumbling to his feet, clutching his bloodied left shoulder. The look of bewilderment in his eyes was apparent as he stared up at her. She studied his posture and expression, briefly forgetting about the near lethal magic attacks tailing her. It appeared that years of neglect had left her with a poor handle on her abilities- something she would have to correct in the near future. Not wanting to give him an opportunity to counter, Pale Eyes haphazardly dove down at the disgraced angel with his own attacks right behind her. He shot out more amethyst beams of light at her from his able right arm, which she recklessly avoided to get to her target.
"Fuck!" Lucifer's voice rang out before another loud BOOM emanated from the dragon's point of impact.
As the smokescreen of dust settled back into the Earth, panic filled the atmosphere. In the center of the crater, the dragon had the fallen angel pinned to the ground beneath her with each of her well-toned legs on either side of his hip bone. Her ivory claws held down each of his wrists on either side of his head, keeping them on lock down. She was leaning down with her smooth face close his with her intense gaze locked on his. Her soft silver hair covered both of them like a curtain, hiding them from the outside world. His purple eyes weren't looking at his assailants but rather how she sat on him and her position on him. The only piece of clothing she wore was spread out down the middle and was now draped half-way behind her, exposing her to him. The sensual 'V' at the apex of her thighs was all but visible to him now as well as the low hang of her supple breasts that brushed against his chest each time she took a breath. Her waist was small and thin but still well built and without a trace of any attack that had occurred there. Her large scaled wings were raised straight up in a display of victory as well as sensory in case of any missed attacks or tricks her prey had up his sleeve. His face lit up in a bright cherry red from the predicament, all sense of common sense and self-preservation flying out the window at his view. She leaned down lower, moving her entire body against him which caused him to stiffen and release a low groan. It wasn't until the fallen angel felt the sharpness of her teeth against his neck that he realized what was happening. A slow clap from the distance stopped her from continuing as a tall figure appeared through dust; the Demon King's excited gaze met hers as he approached at a leisurely pace.
"Maou-sama…" Lucifer weakly whined.
"That was quite exciting!" The cheeriness in his voice cut through the air, "And quite enough. Let's stop here."
The dragon chuffed lightly, licking the single drop of blood she was able to draw from the angel's neck. The mantle she donned was pulled back to its usual position as she got off of the fallen angel, assuming her place next to the one she swore to protect. Lucifer was still lying on the ground with a mortified expression cemented onto his face, his face still red. The King's laugh echoed through the area at his subject's reaction, so much so that he doubled over with his hands on his stomach. Was there something so hilarious occurring? Did she do something wrong? She predicted that Lucifer would make his projectiles explode before it tore apart both of them, which he did and then she subdued him to kill him. But wait…she wasn't supposed to kill him. Was that what was so amusing?
"Come on, get up." The Demon King sputtered through his laughter, "Let's go home."