Apostle of Death

"Oh? You're still alive, how amusing... it seems the Apostle of Darkness is quite tough!" The figure in the hooded cloak surged forward, another dagger materialising before it sliced through Asmodeus's cheek. 

The instant he felt the blade, the pain was immense, as if he was suffering all of the collective pain from his chest wound in the instant the blade touched his cheek. "Ugh...!"

Asmodeus stepped back, his palms clasped, before smashing into the figure with his elbow, the force so great the cave howled from the air pressure of his attack.

The hooded figure flew back, shattering several stalactites, as a few drops of blood fell to the ground from him.