The Dark Dimension

I appear again in a burst of flames with anger in my eyes. My surroundings are littered by floating islands in space with a backdrop of purple light. The realm itself is kind of twisted and full of magic.

I ignore it and look for signs of life, but mainly divinity. The one who dared to hold onto something I have claimed as mine.

I yell loudly with Pride to magnify my voice "SHOW YOURSELF TO MAKE YOUR DEATH QUICK, OR I WILL SHRED THIS REALM!" My voice booms through millions of miles of open area.

I feel the magic shift in front of me and a hundred-foot giant being appeared with black skin twisted by the chaos of pure magic. Looking into its twisted green eyes I can see the wisp of divinity, he owns this realm and is the one I seek.

I speak with Pride amplifying my voice, "Release the Sorceress or face the consequences." My voice causes space around to quake.

An ancient-sounding voice resonates from the being in front of me. "You come to my realm. To make demands of ME!? Her life is mine, it is the cost."

I look at him with cold eyes now hiding the fury "The second I claimed her as mine, you lost the right to her life. Now end the contract before I tear your realm to shreds."

"Who are you to make demands of me?! I AM A GOD!" Anger resounds in his voice.

I snort, "A mere corrupted Faltine dares call himself a real God? I am Lucifer Morningstar. The First Fallen. The Wrath of Hell. The Fire of Creation. The Bringer Of Light and Fire. And now your death…"

The being shows some fear as he recognizes me but quickly recovers. With a wave of his hand, an army of human-looking creatures appears, "Kill the Usurper!" He yells.

As my anger rises to a peak I decide to use my first demon form. I roll my shoulders slowly growing to ten feet tall. My horns grow from my head as usual but this time the second pair of thinner horns come down my head near my jaw pointing forward.

Six jet black wings sprout from my back overlayed as a seraph would. My crown ignites in a black color rather than the usual red and burns a few feet high. Finally, a thin yet muscular tail grows from my tailbone around 6 feet long with two spikes at the end.

I hold out my arms and two long white straight swords appear in each hand and ignite in black flame. I grin while powering up using the powers of wrath which now glows a reddish-black hue.

"Attack slaves!" Dormammu commands

I raise my right arm as the flames on the sword flare, "For the Sin of standing against me. I grant you death."

I swing down with a casual swing and a wave of black flames cleave the space in front of me. The floating island that half the army is standing on collapses and shatters from the force.

The hundreds of slaves scream as they fall into the emptiness of the realm landing on another floating island squashing like bugs. A few are able to fly using magic and decide to rush me with fear in their eyes.

I look at them with dull eyes as if looking at corpses. With just a thought, the handful of sorcerers ignite into black flames, screaming as they burn alive.

Dormammu waves a hand again and this time thousands upon thousands of human type creatures appear. They all seem to be able to fly as they surround me on all sides

It's a wonder that he didn't send them first. The corrupted hellfire engulfs me even more as the aura of wrath swallows the slaves weakening them. Some faint and fall from the sky like a rain of corpses.

Many of them shake from fear causing me to grin. I speak with pride, "Now... rip and tear your brethren apart."

My wicked smile grows as I hear them scream trying to control their bodies. Dropping their weapons they begin tearing each other limb from limb causing blood to rain. I gaze up at the giant corrupted Faltine who is watching in horror as his minions murder each other at my command.

My face is covered in blood as I smile with my cold eyes staring through Dormammu. He narrows his large eye at me filled with hate.

I point my sword at him, "Why are you so far away? Come, I'll show you your mortality."

His giant frame back away "Why would I need to fight?" He waves his hand and another wave of a few thousand soldiers appear. They look terrified watching their brethren being torn apart by one another. Despite that, most of them get closer while preparing themselves looking into my blood dyed eyes as they do.

A confident grin adorns my face "Because I was thinking about stealing your citizens for a project my subordinate has been working on." As I finish my words I summon the power of Nocturne creating a all of darkness that consumes the world around us bathing it in black.

Once the darkness clears all that Dormammu sees his eyes of pure green widen as a bit of fear shakes him. The men who were rearing to attack me were on the floating island below, now holding their heads screaming. Thousands of them were still screaming while still alive but some did not land so well and had limbs twisted at odd angles and weren't moving.

"Now why don't you send me a challenge?" My tail flicks side to side as I hold my head high looking down on him.

If he had teeth I'm sure they would be grit right now. Instead, he swings his fist down hard crushing a small island under is causing debris to go flying.

"Fine! I shall show you my special creation. Ironic that it will be used against you under the wrong circumstance." He raises a massive hand high as a portal forms behind him.

"Your bidding Master?" A giant figure that is over 50-feet-tall with demon horns growing from its head appears. Its skin is green colored though I'm sure it was supposed to be red.

My gaze goes cold and the shakes violently around me as if cowering. My grin turns wicked staring at the familiar-looking demon "Good! GOOD! I have never been disrespected like this before. You have earned yourself a true death, one with nothing after, nothing but Oblivion."

My right hand extends out and I drop one of my pure white straight swords. Before it falls even a foot it fades into flames as a new one appears. The new one looks angelic with 'מוות' carved into it. a subtly glow radiates off it as it burns in holy fire.

"Since Azreal gave me this blade, only five people have been killed by it. You should be proud, two more will be added to the list." I point it towards the imposter. The 50-foot demon who has the exact same appearance as I did before I sent myself into rebirth. The only difference is my skin color was red, not green, thinking about it makes me angrier.

Dormammu looks at me obviously starting to fear me a bit "I made Satannish here to kill you and take your place in the underworld. It was a shame that you disappeared while I was working on him. Now you show up looking completely different? I find this truly disrespectful. Satannish… Kill him."

The big idiot nods, "Yes my Lord." He turns to face me who still has the sword pointing at him and rushes me.

As stare at the large body coming at me and raise my sword prepared to meet him. I don't activate wrath or any magic, I want him to feel how inevitable the fight really is. The demon sends a fist at me with reckless strength trying to show off its power.

My sword cleaves down at what seems to be a slow speed and meets with the fist.

*BOOM*

As they collide the massive demon is halted and a shockwave ripples through the realm causing the magic to stir. The demon doesn't give up and keeps pushing its fist against my blade. Seeing it wasn't going to give up the contest of strength I slash with my offhand sword at the hand trying to cleave it off with the black hellfire.

Finally, the demon pulls back its fist to avoid the strike staring at me with weary eyes but they suddenly go wide. I appear behind his left leg too fast for him to follow and casually cut the tendon on the back of his foot.

"AHHH" The beast screams falling to a knee almost staggering out of the air. He doesn't have wings so he is relying on magic to stay up.

He swats at me while turning to try and get me away. I smirk at the attempt and meet his blow with my blade again. Seeing us stuck in the contest of strength once again he pushes back off his good foot not wanting to get sliced again.

My cold gaze leers seeing the green blood flow from the wound on the foot "I see, not able to give him the regeneration, were you? Let's see if you gave him the durability."

Again I disappear from their sight.