The Goddess

The demon king strode confidently through the ancient corridors of the catacombs. His grey hair, which contained two curved six-inch horns, swayed gently behind him. Every step he took radiated indescribable power and intimidation.

The shirtless body he had refined since an early age, a mix between a swimmer's build and a martial artist, showed itself clearly even in the dim light of the catacombs. So powerful was his body that a strike from a holy sword would leave nothing but a scratch, despite it being the weakness of demons. His greyish-brown skin color only added to the subjective perfection that was his body.

His crimson red eyes that showed a radiance second only to one glowed menacingly as he walked to the sleeping God's chamber. Beyond that menace however was excitement, and no small amount of blood lust. If that wasn't enough his chaotic grin that showed his sharpened teeth was on full display.

As he drew closer to the Goddess a sudden gust of wind from a good distance in front of him brushed passed him.  The Demon lord knew better than to shrug it off. It only took a split second of sensing to find out what had made the wind.

"Divinity." He said with a maniacal smile.

It seemed the Goddess wasn't asleep as he was led to believe...Not that it mattered much. Her divinity would be absorbed into him soon enough.

If he had to work for it, so be it. 

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Black hair that held dots of white that formed the various constellations of Lustria. Golden eyes that showed unbelievable power and glared hatefully at The Demon Lord.  A body that looked as if it was chiseled from marble, it being perfect in every way imaginable. Beauty so vast that any lesser man or woman would be nothing more than puppets to her whims. A aura so powerful, so divine, it made even the demon king shiver in both fear and excitement. The only thing that could break most out of a daze at seeing such a beauty was the existence of an ugly scar on her right eye. 

This was the Goddess that stayed in the middle of the world. The goddess that watched over the world of Lustria. She who ruled over justice, stars, choice, and heroes.

Her name, Demetria. And she was not happy. Instead, fury showed itself on the Goddesses's face.

He hadn't expected for so much of her power to be unsealed this quickly upon her reawakening.  Currently if he fought her as he is now... He'd have a 70% of dying and all his progress, his blood, sweat, and even tears would go to waste.

That was something he could not allow. Thankfully he had been significantly lucky years prior. Therefore he gained a rather large advantage over the goddess thanks to...a gift from his precursors. 

With a smile the demon lord readied himself for the battle to be. A black spear with spots of red coming into existence in his left hand. With a few practice movements he grinned at the look of shock,  familiarity, and fear the goddess showed.

" Surprised at seeing the weapon of the first Demon ruler? I would imagine so; I'd find it hard to forget after it gave you that nasty little scar. "

Indeed, this was the weapon of the first of his kind. A weapon forged with the souls of the corrupted, their number ranging in the millions. This weapon is so powerful in its nature it gave the first ruler of demons, who only preached the power of a mid class demon, the edge she needed to become the queen of all demons, and even battle the goddess to a near stalemate.

In the hands of a mid class demon it could almost match the goddess. But in the hands  of a truly powerful demon lord? It would surpass anything this world could throw at it, god or not.

Hearing his words the goddesses's aura exploded in anger. The ground around her cracking at the divine might oozing from her very being. Her eyes, taking a more dangerous edge.

The goddess was already at a tipping point. She watched helplessly as he butchered the human's army with his. Watched as the hero she had chosen be crushed violently under his boot.

But the sight of that dreaded weapon, and reminder of the scar from the vile beast that named herself queen of demons. That was her limit. A limit that was broken after an imagined silhouette of the first ruler of demons appeared behind the current one.

Rage rising to new heights the goddess went on the attack, determined to kill this demon and destroy the origin of her anger. The only indication of Demetria moving was a blur, before she appeared in front of the still smiling demon lord while she materialized a staff. A golden staff that looked to be the height of craftsmanship.

With a grunt of effort the goddess brought down the staff with a powerful fury. The area around her staff caught fire as it impacted the black and red spear harshly. Ground around them crateres in in itself as these two powerhouses clashed.

The battle that would decide the fate of the world had begun.