THE FAT DEMONIC BEAST

Diaval's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the fat demon, its grotesque form towering over him.

The demon's flesh was a sickly green, and its yellow eyes gleamed with malice.

It hefted its massive axe, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the chamber.

"So, the little dragon thinks he can challenge me?" the demon sneered, its voice a guttural growl that echoed through the chamber.

Diaval was taken aback.

"You can talk?" he asked, more surprised than he cared to admit.

The demon laughed, a sound like grinding stones.

"Of course, I can talk, you moronic lizard. I'm not one of those mindless beasts you fought earlier."

Diaval's shock turned to anger.

"Well, that's a relief. I was starting to miss the conversation," he shot back sarcastically.

"Your arrogance will be your downfall, dragon," the demon growled, swinging its axe in a wide arc.

Diaval dodged, the blade narrowly missing him and slicing through the stone floor.

"Arrogance? No, I think it's just confidence," Diaval retorted, summoning his fireball and hurling it at the demon.

The demon raised its arm, absorbing the impact without flinching.

"You'll need more than that to defeat me," the demon mocked.

"Your puny flames are nothing."

"Guess I'll just have to get creative," Diaval muttered to himself, circling the demon warily.

He knew he couldn't rely on brute force alone. This fight would require strategy and cunning.

The demon lunged again, its movements surprisingly fast for its size. Diaval ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding the axe.

"You're quick for a fat bastard," he taunted, trying to get under the demon's skin.

"And you're quicker than you look, dragon," the demon shot back, swinging its axe again. Diaval's fireball hit the demon's side, but the creature seemed unaffected.

As they continued to exchange blows, Diaval began to formulate a plan.

He noticed that the demon's attacks were powerful but predictable, each swing of the axe leaving it vulnerable for a split second. He just needed to find a way to exploit that weakness.

'I can read it's moves like an open book.'

"You talk big for someone who's about to get their ass kicked," Diaval said, dodging another swipe of the axe.

He countered with a burst of fire, aiming for the demon's eyes. The demon roared in frustration, momentarily blinded.

"Is that the best you've got, lizard?" the demon taunted, wiping its eyes.

"I expected more from a dragon."

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," Diaval replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

He launched himself at the demon, claws extended, aiming for its neck.

The demon blocked with its axe, but Diaval was ready. He used the momentum to spin around, slashing at the demon's side with his other hand.

The demon howled in pain, blood oozing from the wound.

"You're going to pay for that, dragon," it snarled, swinging its axe wildly. Diaval jumped back, narrowly avoiding the lethal blade.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before," Diaval said, keeping his distance.

He needed to find the demon's core, the source of its power. He remembered reading that powerful demons often had their cores near their hearts, but getting to it would be the real challenge.

"What's wrong, scared?" the demon mocked, sensing Diaval's hesitation.

"Not scared, just thinking," Diaval retorted. "You wouldn't understand. Brains aren't exactly your strong suit."

The demon growled, charging at him again. Diaval dodged to the side, his mind racing.

He needed to create an opening, a moment where he could strike at the demon's heart and get to the core. He decided to use the demon's own anger against it.

"Come on, you ugly son of a bitch, is that all you've got?" Diaval taunted, dancing around the demon.

The creature's rage was palpable, its attacks growing more erratic and desperate.

"Keep talking, dragon. It'll make killing you all the more satisfying," the demon snarled, swinging its axe with renewed fury.

Diaval dodged and weaved, his claws flashing in the dim light as he slashed at the demon's exposed flesh.

Each cut weakened the creature, blood pouring from its wounds. But he knew he needed to get to the heart, and for that, he needed a plan.

As the demon charged again, Diaval saw his chance.

He feigned a stumble, drawing the demon in closer.

At the last second, he twisted away, launching himself onto the demon's back. The creature roared in surprise, trying to shake him off.

"Get off me, you pest!" the demon bellowed, thrashing wildly. Diaval clung on, his claws digging into the demon's flesh as he searched for the heart.

"Sorry, can't do that," Diaval grunted, his fingers finally finding what he was looking for. He drove his claws deep into the demon's chest, feeling the pulsing warmth of the heart beneath.

The demon screamed in agony, its movements becoming frantic.

"No! Get out of me!" it roared, but Diaval was relentless. He ripped through the flesh, his hand closing around the green glowing core.

With a final, desperate roar, the demon tried to throw him off, but Diaval held firm.

He ignited his claws with fire and punched the core with all his strength. The core shattered, sending a shockwave of energy through the demon's body.

The demon let out a final, ear-splitting scream before collapsing, its body disintegrating into ash.

Diaval rolled away, panting heavily, his body aching from the intense battle.

"Ugh..."

"Stupid... should've taken the core instead of smashing the shit out of it," Diaval muttered, realizing too late that the core could have been worth a fortune.

He sat up, wiping the blood and sweat from his face.

*Huff

As the dust settled, a black door materialized in the chamber, along with a chest filled with gold coins and various artifacts.

Diaval knew this was the dungeon loot and rewards.

"Well, at least I got something out of this mess," he said, picking himself up and limping over to the chest.

He picked up the chest filled with gold coins and inspected the artifacts, noting their potential value.

With a final glance around the chamber, Diaval stepped through the black door, determined to make the most of his newfound wealth and the experiences he'd gained.

He might have shitty luck, but he wasn't about to let that stop him.

"The last black key..."

"This should lead me to the Mammon Dungeon."

/// NEXT CHAPTER: I DIDN'T WANT TO BE A KEY ROLE