Arad roared, his voice shaking the whole layer as massive chunks of earth and bedrock started getting ripped off the ground and floated into the sky, burning with his gravity magic. The demons fled their hos and cities, glaring back with fear and rage as the rampaging dragon opened its jaw, charging a massive ball of light.
Alaric stood, the muscles on his whole body wriggling like they were coming alive on their own, his hands swung left and right as he grabbed a massive boulder with his claws, throwing it at Arad's head with a howl.
As the ten-ter-wide {32 foot} boulder smacked Arad in the head, it shook his neck and spine, stopping him from charging the breath.
"Void dragon, you'll never leave this place alive!" Alaric's beckoned as his muscles bulged and he lunged forth, running at a blinding speed on all four, accelerating to the point where each step he took shattered the ground beneath his limbs. As he zood toward Arad, he left a trail of ripped ground.
Arad growled; his emotionless dragon face glared forward with a disturbing purple fla burning in his eyes. He also charged toward Alaric. Arad's running alone was enough to shake the whole layer as he approached, followed by a storm of destruction.
The two t, and Arad swung his claws at Alaric's head, missing him by a hair strand. At that mont, Alaric dodged beneath Arad's arm and kicked him in the guts. He was surprised that none of Arad's ribs had broken from his full power kick, but he didn't stop the attack, following with a second kick almost imdiately.
Arad dropped his whole body down, trying to crush Alaric. But the demon lord easily dodged such a slow attack and decided to aim for Doma who was riding Arad. He knows her physical strength and can face her with confidence.
As Alaric's claw approached Doma's face, she scread, her voice filled with black magic and the demon lord could feel his bones shake and crack. The sheer sound waves sent him flying back with ripped eardrums and a disturbed mind. That was a curse, and he didn't know what it did besides deafening him for a mont.
^That scream, it's like a wraith's howl...^ Alaric needs to be careful from Doma's curses, getting too much of them could end in his defeat.
As he zood back with several backflips, he could see Arad chasing him, swimming through the solid stones with butterfly strokes as if it were water. From the sheer heat of the friction, the stone ground quickly started lting around Arad's body and he dove deep into the lava, only his horns erging from the molten magma like a titanic shark.
Alaric had never seen such a terrifying scene as nightmarish as getting chased by Arad. He looked like a doom-bringer from their worst nightmares. Too big, too fast, too extre, and without a doubt beyond anything they had ever seen.
As Alaric stopped doing backflips and halted his retreat, Arad's massive jaw erged from the molten stones and flew at him. It was like a poor seal seeing the massive jaw of a killer whale lunging at him. But Alaric wasn't an easy target, he jumped straight toward Arad's mouth, grabbed one of his teeth, and swung aside to avoid the bite.
Alaric spun mid-air as he avoided a strange black arrow from Doma, he wouldn't risk taking any more curses from her so he decided never to show her an opening to strike. With his spin, he punched Arad's lower jaw, jolting his head back and trying to expose his lower belly. Even if a dragon's whole body is armored with powerful scales, the scales of the stomach are a bit weaker than those of the back or arms. Every weakness counts in this fight, Alaric won't make the mistake of underestimating Arad or thinking that petty tricks are beneath him, he'll go all out.
Arad flapped his four wings once, causing a massive wave of heat and fire to explode from him as he flew into the air with a massive shockwave. The fine fur of Alaric burned but he wasn't fazed, he stood his ground and took a painful deep breath of the burning fire.
Even with how massive Arad was, his wings looked to spin as if he were a dragonfly. Those bugs were nad after dragons after all. Rumbling in the sky like a helicopter, Arad's magic spiked.
Arad's chest and stomach flashed with a red light as he barfed a sea of fire, illuminating the whole layer in a hellish crimson glow. The sheer heat started cooking any weak demon that was unfortunate to be close to those two monsters fighting.
Alaric on the other hand roared into Arad's fire breath, blocking it with a deafening howl. When the magic in Arad's fire breath and Alaric's howl collided, they sparked into a massive explosion that flashed across the whole layer, sending all demons into hiding. They crawled into the cracks in the mountains and ground, trying to survive the disaster.
Not a single demon dared even think they could help their lord in the fight. They were all aware that this had gotten beyond them, to these two, they were no greater than the dust on the ground.
A female werewolf was curled inside a ravine, awaiting the chaos to end. At that mont, Alaric appeared at her side, half of his body burned into a charred black piece of charcoal. He glared down at her. She looked at him for a second and bent down.
As Arad flew close to the ground, glaring into the ravine, he saw Alaric mating and eating the werewolf woman alive. Just as vampires are blood-sucking fiends and they recharge by sucking blood, that is how the demon lord of primal savagery recharges his power.
Alaric glared back at Arad, ɅThe bastard, admiring his work. ^ He snorted, ^I see, you won't even bother interrupting ...was hoping you'd attack so I get an opening.^
"For...our...Lord..." That female werewolf died and Alaric finished eating her seconds later. He turned toward Arad, "I made you wait..." He lifted his claw, conjuring a massive swirling tornado of black demonic magic. "Can you withstand this?"
Arad glared at him as if grinning, lightning crackled across his wings and back. Deafening thunder roared and the two unleashed their magic, clashing into a burning hellish storm of demonic magic and lightning.
The poor stray demons hiding for their lives looked at the chaos in terror, even their vile minds had started to break, twisting an ingrained horror and trauma that they'll never get rid of for the rest of their lives.
As Arad flapped his wings, the chaotic magic got snuffed out as if it were a weak candle, and Doma stared at Alaric through her fingers. "You've sinned in front of my eyes, get cursed by your vile actions."
The whole world seed to turn dark for Alaric for a second as he could only see Doma's glowing pink eye. The next thing he felt was a jaw biting on his groin. As he looked down, it was the ghost of the female werewolf. She chewed his nuts and rod away, imdiately clawing at him right after in a mindless frenzy.
Right at that point, countless ghosts started filling the layer, humans, demons, giants, and even more strange beings, everyone that Alaric had killed or wronged had co back from the dead to take revenge as ghosts, but the majority were his demons that he devoured in the past.
Alaric glared at the female werewolf ghost that was biting down at him, he was unfazed and then stared back at Doma, "Aren't you mistaken? I never sinned, I'm the demon lord of primal savagery and this is to like predators eating flesh." He then glared at the female werewolf ghost, "You hunt after death, for what?"
She flinched and stopped biting, "You were glad I ate you alive. It's your honor and pleasure to serve as my sacrifice, right?" As his aura burst across the whole layer, all of the ghosts bowed down to him and disappeared.
Demon lords, gods, higher beings, and most of the powerful creatures embody a trait or a concept, and that is where they draw their power.
"I'll do whatever I feel like it to whoever I feel like it. You can't use my nature to curse ." He stared at Doma as he regenerated. A demon lord was the strongest in his layer, and Alaric wasn't going to get easily taken down here. To the demons, strength ans everything, everyone on this layer is his property as he's the strongest demon.
Might is law to demons, and he has legal immunity thanks to his power. He glared back at Arad who hovered in the sky, "Won't you speak? Dragon?" Alaric flexed his arm, "Even you must run out of magic at so point." Alaric was waiting for the mont when Arad's magic ran out to attack at full force and finish him.
Arad never replied, he simply looked down at Alaric in silence.
"You being silent ans I'm right? Is that mont coming closer?" Alaric smiled. But he couldn't be more wrong. Who's the clown who speaks to his food?
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