Kindles of War
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“Well, sorry, guys.” He said to the giant crowd. “Making you wait was rude for me, so Let's have a brawl, shall we?” He said as he rushed in with Sazun.
An hour later, the planet and city were covered by a storm that swung around faster than hurricanes, shattering sound.
Duran's fight lasted for a whole day. Duran fought five million demons as elemental blasts, the occasional spatial blade or spring life drain weakening him more and more slowly. The storm ended as Duran fell, bringing a million demons dead, but he passed out after a long ordeal. The storm faded almost as quickly as it was made, and the city continued to live from day to day life in confusion.
His last memory was him being dragged into the city by air as he closed his eyes.
The last hour of the day before midnight changed time, there laid a single Demon with black eyes and green skin with large, black claws and wings. He wore only a brown set of shorts, revealing his chiseled body. He also had a whip on his right-hand side as he entered the room, meeting a semi-conscious Duran.
"Alright, let's begin your slow death. I haven't done this in two thousand years though. I will be gentle and take my time with you." Iefaezon said.
The door behind them closed and Duran closed his eyes waiting for the torture.