Life And Death

Madeus and Lutan collided again, their powers unleashing a cataclysmic storm of energy and matter. Madeus's fists blazed with hellfire, striking Lutan with a blow that sent him flying across the room, his body leaving a trail of scorched stone and smoldering embers. Lutan retaliated with a wave of dark energy that shattered the walls, sending chunks of rubble flying like deadly projectiles.

Madeus leapt into the fray, his body glowing with an aura of fierce determination, his eyes blazing with a fierce inner light. He unleashed a maelstrom of punches and kicks, each blow landing with a sickening crunch, sending Lutan stumbling backward.

Asmodeus watched in anguish as his brothers clashed in a frenzy of fists and powers. He felt helpless, a mere mortal unable to intervene in the epic battle unfolding before him. The weight of his decision to transfer his powers to Mammon, creating the powerful Madeus, now felt like a crushing burden as Madeus was left to fight Lutan alone.

Asmodeus's mind raced, searching for a solution. He knew he couldn't stand idly by while his brothers fought. But what could a mere human do to stop the titans? He scanned the area, desperate for an idea, his eyes settling on a glimmer of hope - the ancient tome he had used to alter time.

Just as Asmodeus was about to make his move, he saw Maria sprint onto the stage, her eyes wide with terror as she fled from her would-be assassin. The tiny spotlight-like gunpoint lights converged on her, illuminating her desperate expression. Time seemed to slow as Asmodeus launched himself into a sprint, his legs pumping furiously as he raced against the speeding bullets.

The snipers' gunshots echoed through the Opera House, the sound waves reverberating through the air like a deadly countdown. Asmodeus's heart pounded in his chest, his lungs burning as he pushed himself to run faster, faster, FASTER! The bullets whizzed past him, their hot lead singing a deadly melody, as he dodged and weaved through the hail of gunfire.

He reached Maria just in time, shoving her out of the way as the bullets rained down on him. His body jerked and convulsed, the impact of each bullet tearing through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. The kill shot hurtled towards his head, and Asmodeus closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable...

But then, a miracle. The bullets froze in mid-air, suspended like deadly icicles. Madeus, sensing Asmodeus's pain through their shared connection, had stopped the fight with Lutan and rushed to his brother's side. With a swift motion, he sent the floating bullets clattering to the ground and pulled the headshot bullet out of Asmodeus's skull.

Madeus cradled his bleeding brother in his arms, his eyes pleading for a heartbeat, any sign of life. The silence was deafening as the brothers hung in limbo, their fates entwined like the threads of a tapestry. The Opera House, once a grand spectacle, now lay in ruins, a testament to the devastation wrought by the battle.

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Maria lifted her head from the ground just in time to realize why Asmodeus had pushed her away from the spot where she stood frozen in terror after hearing the gunshots. She saw Asmodeus riddled with bullets, but he wore a faint smile as the final bullet hurtled towards his head. She screamed instinctively, "Asmo!!!"

Madeus arrived just in time to save his brother from the fatal headshot. Maria watched as Madeus cradled Asmodeus in his arms, seemingly crying and apologizing for not being there to save him sooner. Despite fearing Madeus, Maria's concern for Asmodeus's well-being compelled her to crawl to his side. Madeus sensed her presence, raised his head, and revealed tears streaming from his eyes, which suddenly ignited with hellfire as he snarled, "Heartless mortal, why couldn't you just die!!!"

Maria was taken aback, but Asmodeus's lifeless body suddenly stirred, and he grasped her hand. Madeus was shocked, having thought Asmodeus was dead after his heart stopped beating for a moment. Asmodeus struggled to open his eyes and forced himself to speak, "Maria, please don't leave me. Madeus, my tough brother, no matter what happens to me, I need you to protect her."

Madeus felt a surge of rage and guilt, knowing his actions had led Asmodeus to this dire situation. Yet, he was infuriated that Asmodeus still prioritized Maria's safety with his last dying breath, which Madeus couldn't allow. He looked up at Maria and said, "You need to give him your blood; it's the only way he'll survive after I restore his power."

Just as Maria was about to ask what he meant, Madeus touched Asmodeus's forehead, and his body reacted to the power transfer like a lightning strike. He almost levitated if Madeus hadn't held him down. Madeus was no longer there; he had become Mammon again, returning Asmodeus's powers. He told Maria again, "Give him your blood; it's the only way he'll regenerate and return to his former self."

As Maria was about to ask how to perform a blood transfer with medical equipment and professionals present, they heard Lucifer's voice from behind them, "Madeus, why did you run from the fight? I thought you and Lutan were equals." Mammon rose to his feet, more enraged than ever, and said, "I am not Madeus anymore, but make no mistake, Mammon will still crush Lutan's remains."

His eyes darkened, and his fiery Devil eyes appeared. Lutan stepped in front of Lucifer to protect him from the weaker but more determined Fallen Angel. As Madeus tried to attack Lucifer, Lutan sent him flying into chairs, leaving Lucifer to see Asmodeus's bleeding and broken state. It was a bittersweet feeling; Asmodeus had gotten what he deserved for betraying his kind for a mortal woman, but Lucifer also feared that, for the first time in history, an Archdemon might actually die like a mere mortal, which he couldn't allow to happen under his watch.