The impact of their clash shattered what remained of the throne room floor.
The ground split outward in a ring, stone and blood flying in every direction. Lucifer skidded back, boots digging trenches through broken tiles. The beast flipped mid-air, landed low, then let out a howl that cracked the ceiling.
Its silver eyes glead like full moons now.
Then it stopped moving.
Dead still.
Its body shook once.
Then again.
Veins bulged across its chest.
Crimson light glowed beneath its fur—like sothing boiling from within.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes.
"...Here it cos."
The beast snapped its head back and scread.
A column of silver fla erupted from its mouth, shot straight into the ceiling, and split the sky open. The stone roof cracked like glass—and a pulse of raw, unstable energy exploded outward from its body.
Not aura.
Not magic.
Instinct.
Berserk.
The air warped around the beast. Its muscles doubled in size. Plates of black bone pushed through its skin. Spines erupted down its back like jagged spears. Its claws grew longer, curved inward like butcher hooks.
Its mouth split wider than it should’ve. Jaws now unhinged.
Lucifer raised his hand—ford a barrier instantly.
Blood Wall.
The shockwave hit.
Crushed the first layer of the barrier.
Then the second.
The third cracked.
Lucifer was still pushed back six steps.
And the beast was gone.
Lucifer spun.
Too late.
The beast slamd into him from the side—tackled him mid-thought—and dragged him through the air, straight into the shattered remains of the throne.
The stone erupted.
Lucifer coughed blood—spat teeth—then roared as he slamd both hands against the beast’s chest and forced a blood burst to explode point-blank.
The beast was blown back.
Lucifer hit the ground hard, coughing.
Every bone in his left side scread.
He got up anyway.
The beast was already circling—snarling now, eyes wild.
No precision anymore.
Just hunger.
It lunged again—too fast to read.
Lucifer ducked just enough for the claws to miss his head.
He countered.
One blood spike. Two. Three.
All stabbed into the beast’s side.
It didn’t care.
It crashed into him shoulder-first, biting down on his collarbone.
Lucifer scread—real pain this ti.
He slamd a blade into its eye.
That made it let go.
They tumbled apart.
Lucifer rolled, blood pouring from his shoulder. He willed the flow to stop, forming a partial patch of red armor around the wound.
"Alright," he hissed through his teeth. "No more gas."
The blood around the room surged toward him—blades, spears, glyphs, all orbiting like a storm.
He raised both hands and slamd them down.
"Crimson Vortex."
A hurricane of blood blades ford around him—spinning outward in a wide do. The pressure inside collapsed toward the center, pulling everything in.
The beast charged anyway.
Straight into the storm.
Blades ripped its flesh open—blood sprayed in wide fans across the room.
Still, it ca.
Lucifer blinked behind it mid-charge, then ford dual hooks from his forearms—blood hardened like obsidian.
He slamd them into the beast’s hamstrings—then pulled.
Tendons snapped.
The beast stumbled.
Lucifer jumped on its back.
Brought down blade after blade, carving deep furrows down its spine.
Blood—dark and toxic—splattered across his chest.
The beast threw itself backward, crushing Lucifer against the wall.
Crack.
Sothing broke.
Lucifer dropped, gasping.
The beast stood over him now, mouth dripping with silver saliva, steam rolling from its wounds.
It howled again—and this ti, the tower reacted.
Chains burst from the walls, coiling, wild, lashing out like serpents.
The tower was helping it.
Lucifer forced himself upright, both arms limp.
"Coward."
He bit his tongue—blood filled his mouth.
He spit it forward.
The blood shaped itself mid-air—needle sharp—and pierced three of the chains mid-flight.
They recoiled.
He dragged a line of blood around him, forming a do.
Crimson Sanctuary.
Chains hit the outside—bounced off.
Lucifer took the mont.
He crouched.
Focused.
And ignited his core.
Blood flared red-hot across his skin.
The ground beneath him lted.
He stood fully—crimson mist rising from his shoulders.
His blood responded like a second body now.
Two massive wings ford behind him—blood-ford, veined with runes. They spread wide, then flared outward with a pulse.
He launched himself forward—at the sa ti the beast charged.
They t mid-air.
No dodging.
No tricks.
Just brute force.
Lucifer slamd his fist into the beast’s face.
The beast clawed across his ribs.
Lucifer kneed its chest—then followed with an uppercut that broke its jaw.
The beast scread—but kept swinging.
They were tearing into each other now. Blood and bone. Flesh and fla.
Lucifer summoned a glaive mid-spin and slamd it into the beast’s side.
It buried halfway in.
The beast caught his arm and bit down—deep.
Lucifer didn’t scream.
He stabbed the glaive deeper with his free hand.
Then blasted blood out of every open wound on his body.
A red explosion.
The beast was thrown back.
Lucifer landed—barely upright.
His entire body was shaking.
The beast rose too—slower now.
Breathing ragged.
Its body was leaking silver fla from a hundred wounds.
Lucifer lifted one arm.
Blood gathered—spinning, massive.
Like a singularity.
His eyes locked onto the beast’s.
It stared back.
No words.
Then—
They moved.
Both of them.
Everything blurred.
Blades flashed.
Flas roared.
Blood flew.
Claws tore.
Fangs snapped.
It was chaos.
The floor cracked with every step. The walls bled. The ceiling fell.
They hit each other again.
And again.
And again.
No block.
No defense.
Just damage.
Just wrath.
Just survival.
Then—
Lucifer caught the beast’s arm mid-swing.
Twisted it.
Jumped onto its back again—wrapped blood chains around its throat—and yanked.
The beast scread and flailed—but he didn’t let go.
He shouted one word:
"Bind."
The blood chains turned black.
Locked.
The beast fell backward—crushed Lucifer beneath it.
Stone shattered.
Dust flew.
Silence.
Then movent.
Lucifer crawled from under the body—bleeding from the head, chest, legs.
But alive.
He stood.
The beast lay there, twitching.
But not rising.
Lucifer lifted his hand.
One more blade ford.
Thin.
Precise.
He walked to the beast’s head.
Looked down at it.
Its eye—just one left—watched him.
No rage.
Just silence.
Lucifer raised the blade.
The beast blinked.
Lucifer paused.
Then lowered the blade.
"...You fought well."
He turned his back.
The system chid.
[Floor 15 – Boss Defeated]
[Blood Resonance Evolved: Sovereign Thread Unlocked]
[Gate to Floor 16 Opened]
Lucifer didn’t smile.
Didn’t celebrate.
He looked at his hands.
At the blood that wasn’t his.
Then walked toward the next gate.
And the next hell.
The beast behind him breathed one last ti—
Then faded into red mist.
Its war...
was over.
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