Defeating The Demon

Alastor growled at the demons around him with his eyes filling up with hatred. He could no longer see Janet in the chaos that had ensued when the demons had attacked.

These archfiends were here for something more than and they were definitely protecting Jake.

Alastor, Janet and the demon had chased Jake in here and he was so much of a weakling that he could not face the trio head on, instead, he had sent these archfiends to attack them.

Alastor heard a roar from a distance as Janet's demon flew into the air with her on his back and blasted flames into the attacking demons.

There they were, he thought to himself as he got ready to face his own battle.

The air crackled with an electric intensity as the clash of powers was about to unfold.

These demons had no idea who he was. Well, they were about to find out in the worst way possible.

"I'll give you mindless creatures another shot at living to see another day," he warned with a low growl. "Get out of here."

"They listen to me now, Alastor," Jake's voice echoed in the air. "You cannot control what you have no control over. Give up already."

That alone had the man cracking his knuckles as he decided to show what he was capable of doing.

His eyes burned with an infernal fire, as he surveyed the approaching archfiends with a mix of determination and calculated strategy.

He knew the move they would pull off and he readied himself for it.

The archfiends, each unique in their appearance and powers, descended upon Alastor with a ferocity that matched their dark nature. 

One, with leathery wings and razor-sharp claws, lunged at him from above. Alastor, quick as lightning, sidestepped the attack, evading the archfiend's vicious strike.

It was almost like he could read their mind or he could see the future.

His body raged with an understanding that this battle was one of those senseless battles which could be avoided.

Another moved like a fly, shapeshifting into an arrow as he caught it midair and broke it killing the fiend.

Alastor channeled the essence of his devilish power with ease, summoning a swirling vortex of shadowy energy that surrounded him. 

As another archfiend, with chitinous armor and a venomous stinger, charged towards him, Alastor released a torrent of hellfire from his outstretched hands. The flames engulf the archfiend, searing its tough exterior and causing it to recoil in pain.

Janet was not close to see him use his powers.

She still didn't know he was capable of doing multiple things like this.

Undeterred, more archfiends converged upon him, their powers colliding with his own. One archfiend, with an ethereal form and the ability to manipulate time, attempted to trap Alastor within a temporal distortion. But Alastor, with his devilish cunning, countered with a surge of raw demonic energy, disrupting the archfiend's control over time and shattering the distortion.

"Let me show you what I can do!" He growled, zipping forward as the demon tried to run but Alastor created a sword of flames which he used to tear through the demon.

As the battle intensified, Alastor's own powers continued to grow in strength and magnitude. He summoned tendrils of darkness that slithered across the ground, ensnaring the archfiends and restraining their movements while he released bouts of lightning which zapped them to death. 

With each archfiend he subdued, Alastor absorbed a fraction of their power, fueling his own demonic might.

He looked into the distance to make sure she was safe as he found one special fiend within the crowd of fiends heading for the demon with Janet.

He saw a glowing spear in its hand and knew it had a plan to bring down the demon.

"You!" He yelled but before he could do anything, he got punched in the mouth which had him groaning in anger.

With a left hand smack, he sent the attacker hurtling through the air.

Alastor looked at the incoming demons and prepared to face them. His attacks became more precise and devastating. He conjured ethereal blades made of pure darkness, slashing through the archfiends with a lethal precision. 

The clash of steel and demonic energy echoed through the battlefield as Alastor danced with a fluid grace, evading attacks with a mixture of agility and instinct.

His years of fighting stronger foes was helping him keep up.

No demon on the field was worth his time.

Despite their best efforts to keep up, the archfiends found themselves overpowered by Alastor's relentless assault. Each strike, each blast of infernal energy, weakened their resolve and chipped away at their strength. 

One by one, they fell before him, their twisted and malevolent forms dissipating into nothingness.

Slowly he was beginning to win the battle and there was nothing they could do against him.

As the last archfiend crumbled to the ground in ash, Alastor stood victorious, his heart pounding with the exhilaration of the battle. 

He could hear more battle cries in the distance but he knew he needed to take a moment to breathe before he would jump back in.

The air around him still carried the echoes of the clash, a testament to the power and resilience of a powerful force.

Alastor, his crimson skin shimmering with the remnants of his adversary's power, took a moment to catch his breath. 

His eyes, burning with a newfound intensity of how much he could do, surveyed the battlefield. In this epic confrontation against multiple archfiends, he had proven himself a force to be reckoned with, a man whose strength and skill knew no bounds while he fought for the safety of the world he was in.

Just then, he remembered the fiend who was about to attack Janet and her demon and immediately zipped into the hordes of distant demons with his speed.

When he got to the fiend, he grabbed the spear and stabbed it into the demon as it dissipated into dust.