Chapter 65 Asmodues (The last battle)

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Azriel's body trembled as he fought to control the overwhelming power surging through him. The energy of the necklace had given him unimaginable strength, but it came at a cost. He was barely holding it together, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Suddenly, the shadows in the room began to coalesce into a solid form. The temperature dropped, and the ground beneath Azriel's feet trembled. He could feel it before he saw him.

Asmodues.

The Lord of Darkness appeared, his presence far more terrifying than any demon Azriel had ever encountered. His body was shrouded in black armor, his eyes burning with the purest form of hatred and malice. "Well, well, well," Asmodues hissed, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. "I see you've gained some power. But don't think for a moment that you are my equal."

Azriel gritted his teeth, gripping his sword tightly. "I won't let you destroy this world, Asmodues. I will stop you."

Asmodues laughed, the sound cold and wicked. "You? A mere mortal? Because you're the last of the dead witches' descendants? Fool. You are nothing compared to me."

Without warning, Asmodues lunged at Azriel, his attack swift and merciless. Azriel barely had time to raise his sword before Asmodues's dark magic slammed into him, sending him skidding across the ground. Pain exploded in his chest, and blood poured from a deep gash in his side.

Azriel tried to counter, but Asmodues was far too powerful. Each strike from the Lord of Darkness was filled with the weight of centuries of pure malevolence, and Azriel could barely keep up. His body screamed in agony as blow after blow landed, his magic no match for Asmodues's ancient power.

Azriel's silver necklace glowed brightly, but as he attempted to channel its energy, something went wrong. Asmodues's shadowy hand reached out, and with a quick movement, he snatched the necklace from around Azriel's neck.

"No!" Azriel screamed, his heart sinking.

Asmodues smirked, holding the necklace up to the light. "This... is the key to everything." In an instant, he vanished, taking the necklace with him.

Azriel lay on the cold, jagged ground, his body battered and spirit nearly broken. The loss of the necklace weighed heavily on him; it was not only his link to immense power but also the key to thwarting Asmodues. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to stay conscious.

Tears blurred his vision as he thought of Elysian. The ache of failing him was unbearable. "I couldn't save him… I couldn't save anyone..."

A soft, radiant glow began to emanate from the darkness surrounding him. Azriel lifted his head, his heart skipping a beat as he saw a familiar figure materialize before him—Elysian.

"Elysian…?" Azriel's voice was barely a whisper.

Elysian's ethereal form shimmered with a gentle, otherworldly light. "Azriel, it's so good to see you, even in this state."

Azriel's heart swelled with a mix of hope and sorrow. "How can you be here? I've failed. I lost the necklace…"

Elysian's spectral hand reached out, touching Azriel's cheek. "You have not failed. The necklace is crucial, but your strength is more than that. The power inside you, the essence of the Torch, can still be wielded."

Azriel, with renewed determination, staggered to his feet, his body screaming in protest. "How can I stop Asmodues? He's too powerful, and I'm too weak."

Elysian's gaze was tender but firm. "You are stronger than you know. You've carried the legacy of your ancestors, their strength is within you. You must stop him."

Elysian's form began to fade, but his voice lingered. "Fight with everything you have. Protect the world, and remember, I am with you."

With a final, loving touch, Elysian disappeared, leaving Azriel alone, yet not entirely defeated. The energy from the necklace had unlocked something deep within him—a wellspring of power he had yet to tap.

Azriel summoned every ounce of his strength and chanted an ancient spell. The incantation created a swirling vortex of dark energy that transported him into Asmodues's forbidden dimension.

The dimension was a grotesque reflection of reality—twisted and distorted, an endless expanse of darkness and fire. Azriel appeared before Asmodues, who was already manipulating the necklace's power, his dark aura pulsating with sinister energy.

Asmodues turned, his eyes blazing with malevolent triumph. "So, you've come to play the hero. It's too late. The necklace is mine, and soon, so will be your world."

Azriel's eyes blazed with determination. "I won't let you destroy everything. This ends now!"

Without warning, Asmodues unleashed a torrent of dark magic, his attack a black wave of raw power. Azriel dodged, his reflexes heightened by the lingering power of the Torch. He retaliated, his own magic a fierce storm of light and shadow.

The battle was intense. Azriel weaved between Asmodues's devastating attacks, his movements swift and precise. He conjured barriers of light to deflect the dark blasts, while his sword cleaved through the air with radiant strikes. Each blow he landed on Asmodues was met with an equal force, as the Lord of Darkness's power was immense.

Asmodues roared in frustration. "You think you can defeat me? You're nothing compared to my power!"

Azriel pressed on, channeling the last of his strength into a powerful spell. The magic swirled around him, a vortex of blinding energy that clashed with Asmodues's dark aura. The room shook violently as the two forces collided.

Asmodues, enraged, summoned a horde of dark creatures to attack Azriel. But Azriel, with fierce determination, commanded the creatures to turn against their master. The creatures, now under Azriel's control, surged toward Asmodues, creating chaos and confusion.

In the midst of the turmoil, Azriel fought his way to the necklace, which lay on a pedestal surrounded by dark runes. He reached for it, but Asmodues, sensing his move, launched a final, catastrophic attack.

The room erupted in a cataclysmic explosion of light and darkness. Azriel, barely clinging to consciousness, grabbed the necklace and activated its power. The energy surged through him, amplifying his strength to its peak.

With a defiant cry, Azriel unleashed a wave of pure, blinding light that engulfed Asmodues. The dark lord screamed as the light consumed him, his form disintegrating under the intense energy.

Asmodues, weakened and desperate, tried to resist but was ultimately overpowered. The dimension began to collapse, and Azriel, with his remaining strength, created a barrier to contain the explosion and protect himself.

The dimension shattered into nothingness, and Azriel fell to the ground, the necklace clutched tightly in his hand. His body was battered, and he lay on the edge of unconsciousness.

Far away, in a quiet, hidden side over the huge wall that separated the magical realm from the mundane realm, the necklace appeared, its glow dimming to a soft light. A beautiful woman, drawn by the necklace's allure, picked it up. Her hair shifted from blonde to red as she touched it, unaware of its significance but sensing its power.

Back in the realm of the Magical consulters, the Black Dragons' power began to wane. The people, oppressed and devastated, finally rose against them. The sacrifices and dark practices were exposed, and the once-feared witches were hunted down. The seventh witch, escaping justice, vanished into obscurity.

Azriel's final moments were spent in a state of profound weariness. The victory was bittersweet, his body ravaged by the battle and the heavy intensity of the dark spell he used . As he succumbed to his injuries, the world was left in chaos , humans fighting for dominance; after the war of the supernatural that nearly wiped everything out.

The necklace, now hidden in the hands of a new guardian, awaited it's owner to come and claim it...