19 Too close for comfort

"How dare an insignificant ghost entrap my soul within my previous body's eye! And to have the audacity to try and control me. ME! whom you should beg to become a vessel for.

My name is Er'nars, I was a 1000 man legion commander beneath General Saman, leader of the Bone Fey race and king to lesser demons.

I don't know what power lurks within you for me to instinctively fear it but seeing you now I know it was a false alarm. I will enjoy ripping your soul apart to fuel my true body's resurrection!" The bone fey roared, pride and arrogance practically oozing from him whether in terms of posture or speech.

*Boom!*

Suddenly the ground beneath Er'nars exploded and shards of the obsidian black plateau flew out like bullets, slicing through Azazels body causing plumes of black smoke to drift off of him.

His body shooting towards Azazel at insane speeds, Er'nars flung his right fist straight towards Azazels head, hoping to quickly end this farce and begin his true resurrection.

Unexpectedly however, Azazel managed to avoid the blow, no, he redirected it using telekinesis.

"Don't you dare look down on me! My name is Azazel, future ruler of the Nether Realm and all lands associated with it, my armies shall enforce my rule upon all I deem worthy, those I don't... death will be merciful for them!" Azazel bellowed out while returning a blow of his own, only to be easily dodged.

Quickly exchanging a few more blows, the fight quickly started escalating. However Er'nars was seemingly casual with his parries while Azazel was visibly struggling to keep up.

Suddenly backing off from the fight Azazel started taking deep breaths while the bone fey just mockingly smirked at his feebleness.

"I shall lead my legions of death to the realms above and conquer all whether they be human, spirits or gods!" Azazel declared, maintaining eye contact with Er'nars, his determination practically visible in the flames within his eyes, he was unwilling to bow his head to anyone in this new life he has been granted.

"Ha! You? First you'd need to survive." Sneered the arrogant bone fey before launching into a series of lethal punches and kicks, each blow causing miniature sonic blasts strong enough to blow small dents into the steel like ground.

'Shit! I can't see any openings.' Azazel thought while trying his best to either avoid or divert Er'nars blows. The experience in battle of the Bone Fey was plain to see, there were no unnecessary movements made and every strike could kill.

Left with seemingly no way of winning Azazel was visibly becoming more distraught with each passing second, shown further by every blow getting closer and closer and becoming even harder to avoid. When suddenly one punch connected, blowing into Azazels right chest area and sending him flying.

Shooting after Azazel and wrapping both of his hands around the back of his head, Er'nars bends his left knee and angles the bone jutting out of it forwards, before thrusting it towards Azazels chest, towards his core.

*Fwoosh*

Almost instantaneously two Corrosive arrows shoot out of Azazels hands aiming for the bone feys eye and heart. Sneering at the feeble attempt Er'nars moves his body to the side, causing his knee thrust to scrape past Azazels stomach instead.

"Guh!" Cried Azazel in pain while continuing to follow up on the chance he created, gritting his teeth he concentrated his mana between his hands and formed another Corrosive Arrow before using mana manipulation to shape it into a blade.

Grabbing the blade Azazels hands start to melt, white steam rising from his ivory white hands. "Die!" he roared, swinging the blade towards the bone feys neck.

Leaning backwards slightly in a graceful and non flustered manner, Er'nars avoids the blow before swinging around using his left leg as a pivot and spinning his right knee straight towards Azazels elbows.

*Crack*

"Guarghh! You bastard!" Cried Azazel with red tears leaking from his flaming eyes as pain courses through his body, the bone jut from the knee having pierced both of his arms at the joint and separating them from his body completely, the lack of concentration cancelling the Corrosive blade.

"Do you see now little shade? Nothing you do will change your fate, why try so hard to resist? You should consider it an honour to be used by this king." Spoke out Er'nars with an arrogant tone resembling an emporer talking down to his servants.

Staring at the bone fey for what seems like eternity, Azazel suddenly started laughing maniacally as if he'd just heard the funniest thing in existence.

"Hahahaha! You think you are qualified to talk down to me? A relic of the past like you might consider yourself superior but guess what? You were just a 1000 man commander to a defeated army!" Laughed out Azazel, seemingly calming down more the closer he gets to death, the smile formed on his face visibly causing Er'nars irritation.

However inside he is panicky and worriedly asking Ezra for solutions to get out of this alive, "Ezra what's the plan?" he asked hoping for a way out, a chance at survival.

*DING* Host must buy time, the bone feys' energy reserves aren't infinite, in the recent fight his strength has dropped from 400% of yours to a little over 330%, estimated time needed to get it down to below hosts strength is 4 minutes 13 seconds.

"Crap, I lost both my arms and most of my health in the last minute, now I've gotta last 4 more?! Why don't you just tell me to jump into his bone spikes?" Azazel agonized, when suddenly something he said clicked in his head. 'Ha! I should've just done that from the start!' he thought while seeing his slim chance at getting out of this alive.

Suddenly Azazel used mana manipulation to regrow his arms out, using a majority of his mana in the process, but necessary for his plan to work.

*Fwoosh* *Fwoosh* *Fwoosh*

Raising his arms Azazel shot out multiple corrosive arrows in a matter of seconds, practically blanketing the sky, before using drain to reduce his visibility and body manipulation to form himself into an arrow shape, blending in to the dozens he just shot out.

"Hm? Interesting tactic coming from a monster known to be beyond having intelligence. Not enough to affect me though." Er'nars spoke out before shifting his body back and forth, side to side, dodging the arrow storm easily, his eyes never leaving the one he assumed was Azazel.

Unfortunately he assumed right, as Azazel got closer Er'nars swung his fist out, the power behind the blow causing his muscles to quiver in pain, however he continued without any hesitation.

*Boom!*

Just when it looked like Azazel would be hit the sky boomed repeatedly with the green ethereal death lighting bolts up above smashing into each other crazily, suddenly as if Azazel was a lightning rod they all changed direction and shot towards him.

All of this sounds like it took a while but it happened in but a matter of seconds, using his affinity to the death element Azazel drew the lightning towards him instantly turning himself into a ball of green fiery lightning.

"Argh!" He grunted out in pain as even though he was mostly made up of the death element himself, he was still technically a living soul, causing no small amount of damage to himself as the lightning rampaged through his body, repeatedly cracking his core and burning his ghostly flesh into cinders.

"WHAT!" Shouted out the bone fey with the shock evident on his face unable to be concealed, hurriedly he tries to pull away however he put too much power behind his punch, causing him to be unable to retreat in time.

*BOOOMMM!!!*

As the bone jutting out of Er'nars fist penetrates Azazels stomach, it acts as a conductor along with the rest of the bone spurs sticking out of his body, causing all of the Death lightning to shoot out of Azazels body and straight into his.

The result of that much deathly energy entering into a non death affiliated being was disastrous, first the flesh on his body decayed at a pace visible to the naked eye, his bones creaking and crumbling into dust before leaving with the wind. Blood shoots violently from cracks forming on his body before quickly drying up and becoming nothing but stains on the ground of the plateau.

As the snake like electricity shot through his body it rapidly ate away his vitality, the squirming worm like veins in his muscles shrinking and pulsing less violently than before followed by his steel like muscles shrivelling into dried husks of their previous self.

"AAARGGGGHHH!!" Screamed out Er'nars hysterically, the scream slowly becoming more hoarse as the seconds go by, eventually settling on being little more than a squeal. "H..ho...how are y..you ali...alive?" He barely managed to stutter out before his entire body became ash and drifted off into the wind, becoming little more than a few more grains of grey sand to add to the desert.

As the lightning lost its conductor it rapidly faded away before reforming in the sky above, meanwhile Azazel was lying weakly on the solid ground, his faded form practically blending in to the obsidian black of the plateau.

'Haaaah that was too dangerous...' he thought before asking "Ezra what's my current HP." His voice cracking as the words struggled to come out.

*DING* Hosts health is currently at 18, condition is critical and requires immediate attention.

Silence spread through the plateau as Azazel practically had sweat pouring down his head, 'so close' he thought while rejoicing at the sudden inspiration he had, if not he would have died miserably, wasting the second chance he was given.

"I still blame you for this Ezra..." he mumbled before falling into unconsciousness.

*DING* Noted.