Chapter Ten: Battle Between Good And Evil

The demon then knelt to the ground and placed his hand on the ground and began a chant in an ancient,

demonic tongue. A few seconds later, a sword slowly rose from where his hand was and Azriel

recognized the sword. His only reply to the event was, "Belphegor, the ancient blade of ruin." This was

the only sword not made in Heaven that could fatally wound an angel. Azriel knew this, but was

confident in his abilities that he could best the demon. Where the demonic ritual was complete, the

demon charged Azriel in a blind rage. Azriel then thought to himself, "He sure hasn't changed at all." The

demon then attempted an overhead strike, but the attack was deflected and countered with a spinning

heel kick to the demon's face, disorienting him a little, but not enough to take the fight out him. "I see

your skills are still top notch, brother. Let's see if I can best you this time" was the demon's reply to the

counter attack. Moka then thought to herself "they're brothers?" Inner Moka chimed in by saying," yes,

Moka. Demons were once angels, and all angels are brothers and sisters." As she watched on, she saw

the demon begin to launch a flurry of slashes and stabs at Azriel, which slightly worried her, but all his

attacks were countered, parried, or dodged with ease. Finally, out of desperation, the demon lunged at

Azriel, but at the last second, stopped his attack before it could be countered, a move known as a feint.

Azriel luckily saw this and caught the blade with his hand as the demon swung one last time. They stood

motionless for a split second, glaring at each other, and then Azriel took his free hand and shattered the

blade Belphegor. The demon looked at what remained of the blade in his hand, which was only the hilt,

and let out a gasp of horror and mild astonishment. "This blade was supposed to be indestructible" "Yes,

but not to a being of my power, unholy one" "Well, I thought angels were beings of honor, and wouldn't

fight an unarmed foe?" Yes, demon. For once in your pathetic, wretched life, you are correct." With that

being said, Azriel sheathed his spear, and took up a hand-to-hand combat stance. The demon then

began his assault, obviously well trained in this area of combat. The angel and demon's skill were on par.

The winner of the fight would be the more determined individual. The demon was the aggressor, most

of his attacks dodged or parried, but Azriel couldn't find any openings for a counter attack, and his

power was draining fast, as was shown when a left hook broke through his guard and connected with his

left check, badly disorienting him. As the fight continued, the demon looked as though he would be the

winner, as he was on top of the angel, pounding away at his face and midsection without mercy. As he

continued the assault, he yelled, "This is for imprisoning me all those years ago, you self-righteous

bastard!" He then stopped momentarily after head-butting Azriel, making a small crater where his head

now lay. He got up and began to celebrate after he thought he was the victor, and to show his pride and

arrogance, the demon crouched next to Azriel's lifeless-appearing body, and said, "Since you brought

me so much pain and misery, I think it is only right and just to do the same thing to you, eye for an eye,

right? So I think I will take what is most precious to you and Arashi, and kill Moka." The demon soon

realized the fatal mistake he had just made, as Azriel's eyes burst open and were solid white. Then, his

power began to flood the area, and it was too much for the demon or Moka to bear, as they were

brought to their knees. Azriel then stood and let out a yell that would send a chill up God's spine. He

then turned to the demon and said in a voice that sounded as if it could shatter a mountain from the

raw power and authority it contained, "You will not go near my vessel's destined one, demon. I was

going to imprison you once more, but you have crossed the line." With that said, he slammed his fist

into the demon's stomach, which made him profusely cough blood while lying on his back. Then, Azriel

knelt down next to the demon's head and began to pummel it. After five minutes of the worst possible

beating one could receive in all of creation, Azriel lifted his arm to Heaven and his Light Spear appeared

into his hands. He then pointed the blade at the demon's face and said, "In Nomine Patris, et Filli, et

Spiritus Sancti." He then drove the spear into the demon's skull, sending out a black shockwave, then

the mist sinking slowly into the ground. Azriel then reverted to his base form, and glanced at Moka who

had already embraced him and wanted to see Arashi, and said, "you need not worry about the

Forgotten One any longer, for he is in Hell, and a spirit cannot escape the pit once they are sent there."

With that said, he returned to his dormant state and Arashi was once again present. Although exhausted

to the point that he could barely keep his eyes open, Arashi looked at Moka and said "Moka, we did it,

we beat the demon." "Yes, Arashi, and I'm so glad you're safe." Arashi then passed out from exhaustion,

and Moka caught him before he hit the ground. Azriel then lent him just enough power to walk,

although with difficulty. Moka saw this and put his arm around her and helped him walk back to their

dorm room. As they made their way back to the dorm, the headmaster looked around the corner, gave a

smile of content, and made his way back to his office.