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Bad Situation in Hell... Duh
🕑 Added 2025-11-16 04:11:54 +0000 UTCA.N.: Gonna post this earlier for the trouble.
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Third Person P.O.V.
“...did you understand?” Hector finishes his explanation as he and Satana fly through the sky of a pocket dimension connected with the Second Circle of Hell.
“Yes!” Satana groans tiredly, her eyes rolling inside her skull. “Seriously, dude… Do you even live? I can imagine that you don’t take a step before planning the next 5. I bet you don’t even take a shit, so that you are not caught with your pants down.”
“I, indeed, don’t have to do any of the gross bodily functions anymore.”
“Well, me neither… Anyway, you proved my point. You are crazy… Live a little more in the moment.” Satana moves her hands together with her head to try to illustrate that he should relax.
“...” Hector just looks at her like she has some mental handicap. “How are you alive till now?”
“I’m strong.” She shrugs
“That and the fact you just stayed in one place your whole life.” He corrects “Do you really need to get a harsh lesson from the universe before you take life seriously?”
“Okay, listen here, you dickless cunt...” Satana puts a finger on his face
“That is kind of a pleonasm…”
“... don’t try to give me any advice without knowing shit about my life! I went through a lot and the Sixth Circle will freeze before I let someone like you treat me like an idiot for being who I am!” She says angrily
“But I know your history…” Hector says slowly “And if you are an idiot, I’m just treating you accordingly…”
“Aaargh! You are so infuriating!” Satana wants to claw her face or Hector’s face first.
He sighs loudly “Alright, fine… You know what? I don’t care… It was just a force of habit. I try to take care of the people close to me, trying to save them from some suffering in the future. But I just remembered that we are not friends, do whatever you want, live whatever you want… I wash my hands of it.” He raises his palm
“Thank you!” She huffs loudly.
“Starting with this… If we are really walking into a trap because of your ‘live in the moment’ mentality, I’m leaving you behind when we lose. Obviously, I will still pull my weight - and I’m not being negative here - but people rarely walk out of traps unscathed.”
“Okay, okay… You already talked my ear off… ‘Minimize losses’.” She mocks his way of talking in the last part “I heard that. You are such a wuss. Loser mentality…” She finishes with a whisper.
“...” Hector would go on about how he has the opposite of a Loser Mentality, but it would just spiral into another discussion. She will not listen, and it would just sound like excuses.
It’s just two incompatible people disagreeing. Nothing more can be said.
Hector is just smart enough to understand that knowing your own limits and the limits of your enemy is a sure proof way to assure victory. It’s how he kept his impeccable record till now.
Now, he doesn’t know anything about the enemy and is aware that his limit is pathetically low. To say that he is uncomfortable with this scenario is to put lightly his worries.
‘Whatever… Gonna take my chunk of flesh and use the information acquired to assure victory next time when I come down here for real.’ He thinks.
Regrettable that his scouting tour with Satana came to an end much earlier than expected, it proved to be a very good deal, but this is life. He can adapt.
‘If it’s a trap for me… I can simply self-destruct. If it is for her, she can die… or worse.’ He steals a glance at Satana’s features.
The motives of the people observing them are not any great puzzle to solve if their target is Satana. Or they are trying to mess with her father, Marduk, and will kill her to disrupt his plans… Exactly what Hector considered doing before.
Or they are after her body, and her fate can be very ugly…
‘Again, whatever… She already ignored my warnings. Maybe she is confident in escaping because she, indeed, has her ways. Maybe her father will save her.’ Hector really put her fate in her hands now, ready to cut their deal. ‘Hm, going back, I need to talk with the Ancient One and check my database for the planet of the Ul’lula’ns.’
After thinking a little about the future, as usual, he came back to the present.
“By the way, is teleportation common in Hell?” He asks Satana.
“Are you talking about the spell? Individual teleportation?” She turns to him “Very rare… Hell is a stingy place for free movement.. At the same time that the right spot can take you anywhere, it doesn’t allow you to do it on your own.”
“So only High-Level demons can teleport?”
“Yep, at least the ones that have some ownership over a piece of Hell. It gets more limited the weaker you are. Some entities like Chiron know how to ride the spatial waves or some shit like that.”
“I think the term you are searching is Entanglement Bridges… Or Quantum Tunnelling, if you are in a sci-fi movie and want to put ‘quantum’ in front of everything.” Hector chuckles “But by the way you are talking, it’s probably the magical version of a Planck Slip.”
“...” Now it's Satana's turn to look at Hector strangely. “Nerd…” She mocks “It’s magic, bitch. He goes down and goes through smaller distances inside the void!”
“That is what I said, bimbo!”
The two go back to call each other worse versions of virgin loser nerd and without future bimbo girl. Then Hector calms down suddenly.
“You are really a demon, pulling me out of my zen… Or maybe it's this body… Did I regulate this shit?” He looks down at his arm. Maybe wearing a demon skin is affecting his mood a little. “Anyway, I was asking if teleportation is common because it is important. It changes everything.”
“It changes nothing.” She is disbelieving of his worries.
“Are you serious? Do you not know that communication and transportation are the most important things in war? It can define the outcome of any battle… A medieval battle with horses and infantry is completely different from a naval one, and much more different from a space one. Imagine if a cruiser drops through hyperspace on your flank? The way the enemy can arrive is obviously impor-”
Bzzzt
Like it was expecting him to talk about this, a portal starts appearing in front of them.
“...-tant.” Hector finishes his sentence before continuing with a deadpan face, “Because knowing how the enemy can move is the bare minimum necessary to prepare for their arrival.” His eyes bore holes in Satana’s back.
“What? Don’t blame me! Teleportation like this one are rare!” She obviously tries to dodge accountability like it's holy water.
“That is what I wanted to know. It means our enemies are strong enough to pull this off.”
“That is nothing new.” She crosses her arms. “Only someone strong would try to get me.”
“Yeah, but what kind? Like, is this type of portal in the sky teleportation any type that you recognize?” Hector points out the portal where the enemies are pouring out.
“No, but I recognize the demon soldiers…”
“Great. Hold that thought.” He keeps his long finger pointing at the portal and says “Black Hole.”
The D&D-like spell from Ainz is not a real Black Hole, but it does some justice to the name… Too much of an annoying delay to Hector’s tastes - to balance it, of course - but when it is completed, it pulls the waves of enemies in a single impossible point, space bended, distorting the open portal before it broke in a huge spatial explosion.
BOOOOM CRAAACK
It sent shockwaves in all directions, even making the undead drago stumble a little.
“Oh, I was expecting an interaction with the open portal, but that is a pleasant surprise…” Hector whistles while looking at the carnage. Pieces of demons are raining from the sky while Space slowly repairs itself inside a chaotic area.
“I repeat… You are crazy.” Satana shakes her head. “Are you trying to kill us?”
“What? Should I let them arrive to surround us? You are the kind that allows the enemy to transform, huh?” He mocks with disappointment
“Lawless brute…” She says back, expressing the same type of disappointment.
More portals start appearing, interrupting the two…
“With this time frame, I can only repeat the trick once…” Hector points to two portals a little close to each other and recasts the Black Hole spell a little in the middle, getting the two before anyone could arrive.
In the meantime, the other portals release the newcomers. Small hordes of demons pour out of them, the demons in all shapes and sizes… Half can fly with the most varied type of wings, others drop onto the ground strongly, their hooves leaving prints on the rough terrain, and others float…
Hector counts at least ten thousand coming from every portal, and there are three remaining ones after he destroys the first three. Each demon looks strong enough to deal with a street-level hero or villain.
With some exceptions, like the ones leading the groups, who look considerably stronger than the rest.
“So… Can you talk with your friends?” Hector whispers to Satana.
“I don’t know all demons, racist.” She whispers back, offended
“Don’t be like that. I saw you acting like a politician with those guys earlier in that bar or whatever.”
“They are regulars there, and that thing only exists because of me! Of course, I know them.” She then challenges back “Can you tell that all humans are your friends?”
“Well, I’m pretty famous…” He shrugs humbly. Probably only very isolated humans don’t know him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that 95% of the people living on Earth know Eidolon.
And he would have a good reputation with most of those, too.
While whispering to each other, Hector continues to analyze the demons appearing. ‘They could be from Limbo(Otherplace)... All demons are the same to me’. He was thinking that maybe there is really a ploy from Belasco here.
Some sort of soul tracking spell that he put on him, and was able to locate Hector even when he changed bodies. He is patiently observing to get the clues…
“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! JUST APPEAR ALREADY!” But Satana is not so patient, shouting to the sky to the mastermind reveal itself, “This is too much organized to be by chance, and there are too many types of demons to just be a group hunting… Just step forward already!”
“Oh, Satana… Only your intelligence matches your beauty.” Minos appeared from between the hordes of demons, getting out of a carriage that was invisible till he opened the door.
“Ding Ding Ding~ You win!” Hector whispers to Satana. They are really here for her. “And by the way, he was just saying that you are smart to get in your pants… You are really not that smart. But that is what men do… They lie-”
Satana glares at him before turning to Minos.
“Finally, can’t take any more rejection, Minos?” Satana smirks “Here to kidnap me?”
“The Greeks do that a lot…” Hector comments on the side.
Minos turns to him with a knowing smirk “I thought that you were mute and deaf.”
“We lied obviously… I thought it was obvious.” Hector turns to Satana with genuine confusion and bewilderment at Minos's stupidity.
“Right? How this guy can be a judge of anything is beyond me…” She replies, matching his tone “He can’t even tell when we are lying.”
“Nepotism is also pretty common with the Greeks…” Hector adds
Despite trying to keep a smiling, unbothered face, Minos’ lips twitch slightly.
“Looking at him holding on to his facade.” Satana points out. “So pathetic…”
“The Greeks are also famous for being petty and with little tolerance for disrespect.” Hector informs
“They really can’t take a joke.” Satana shakes her head
“Ironic when you think about it, they are a factory of embarrassing tales.”
“True! Minos here is a fucking cuck because his wife fucked a bull, and he even raised the kid, the minotaur!” Satana points at Minos with her thumb while laughing
“Pffft! That is true!” Hector laughs together. “Do you know what I just realized? To this day, when a couple with a cuckold fetish has a man fucking the wife, they call the guy a ‘Bull’! It is because of you, Minos!!”
“Hahahahaha! I didn’t know that!” Satana laughs so hard that she almost falls.
“Congratulations, Minos! Your legacy is alive till the modern day! Hahahahahaha!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Dude, stop! I’m dying here! BUAHAHAHAHA!”
The two laugh while holding each other's shoulders for balance, swinging and almost falling. Satana is almost as red as her clothes, holding her belly.
“He is the reason there are chairs in hotel rooms! Hahahahaha!”
The two continue to laugh while completely ignoring the dangerous situation they are in. That only made Minos madder.
“SILENCE!” Minos shouts, face red and contorted in anger.
“HAHaha- Oh, finally dropping the act?” Satana stops laughing, but keeps a smirk on her lips
“Satana…” Minos growls “I gave you enough courtesy, but you didn’t appreciate it.”
“Typical simp behavior…” Hector sneers “Thinking that they are entitled to someone’s affection just because they act nice. The keyword here is ‘act’, it is all performative.”
“Right? He just wants to fuck me, but is pussyfooting around with his disgusting gentlemanly act. I would respect him more if he were true to his pathetic nature.” Satana talks with Hector about Minos, like the Judge of the Underworld was not there. “Funny that he never asked about my interests, and what I like or dislike…”
“Let me guess, you like red, skulls and going out…” Hector gives her a once-over.
“Eh!” She looks genuinely surprised before a teasing smile appears on her lips “Oh, look at you… If you had a dick, I would let you hit~” She whispers in his ear while resting her elbow on his shoulder.
“I don’t have a dick exactly to avoid that…” He says in a flat tone.
“Hmpf, so self-important! It is not like you are any catch, dude.” It’s her turn to give him a once-over. Her face analyzing his ugly Nosferatu-like form
“You would be surprised how many baddies I can pull. Try not to fall for me, please.” He says and she rolls her eyes “I just had some experience with women like you who mind control men with their powers. Having no dick or libido helps resist those annoying powers. Better than coming with a woman's body.
“You can do that? By the way, my mind control power is not dependent on what you have between your legs.”
“I know, and I also know that it is too weak for me. Don’t you remember that you tried it-”
“Hmpf, I did not try for real.”
“Do not lie.”
“I did not! You are not my type!”
“You just told me that you would let me hit…”
“Just to annoy that guy over here… Look at his face!”
“Yep, few things annoy a simp as much as having another one swoop the target of their affections with considerably less effort.”
Each phrase is like a slap on Minos’ face and he finally can’t take it anymore.
“ENOUGH!!!” Minos exclaims, his form is changing because of the anger, his body can’t be contained by his three-piece suit anymore, growing to at least four meters tall while the tatters of his clothes become robes.
Satana and Hector also get more serious. After accomplishing their objective of making Minos angry, they can start…
Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt
But at this moment, more portals appear on the sky…
“...” Hector puts his face closer to Satana’s. “That is the moment I say… I told ya.”
In front of them, Asmodeus and Molgotha also appear, leading their own forces, smaller than Minos, probably just a token entourage, but enough to be dangerous.
Hector also noticed the leopard twins a little behind Minos, not appearing to want to fight, just watching what was happening with some amusement.
“Stop playing and let's get over this, Minos.” Molgotha says with his deep voice, arms crossed in front of his chest “Don’t forget what you promised me. I’m already blocking the area from anything.”
“I will not forget it.” Minos says, a little grumpy but getting control over his own emotions.
“And I want that one…” Asmodeus says, pointing at Hector, eyes unblinking for some reason.
Satana puts her face closer to Hector. “Oh look, you have a secret admirer too…”
“It’s my curse for being too pretty.” Hector jokes, but internally, he is really going over his whole life to remember what he did to warrant such attention from a guy like Asmodeus.
Satana is not one to guess, so she just asks “Asmodeus, you fucker! What do you think you are doing?? You work for my father, do you remember that??” She shouts, “And what the fuck do you want with my guy here, huh? Is it really worth it??”
“I don’t care… And it is none of your business.” Asmodeus replies, aloof.
The truth is that not even he understands what pisses him so much about Hector. It’s just an unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling deep in his soul, and he wants to get to the bottom of this.
And about Satana’s father… With Molgotha and his Realm Lord powers, he can at least block any sight from others beyond this place. Marduk will not discover what is happening so soon, Minos will have his time to make Satana his wife.
Then negotiate later, maybe Marduk will even agree… it is a strange plan full of flaws, but no one can say that the Greeks think too much about the consequences of their kidnappings.
What the others don’t know it’s that Asmpdeus is not that loyal to Marduk like Agathon, or even Belial. In truth, Marduk is a double agent of Mephisto.
He doesn’t care about Minos's infatuation or his short-sighted plan of kidnapping Satana, it will all work in the end if a conflict arises between him and Marduk. And even if Minos has some way to placate Marduk and “pay the price” for Satana, Asmodeus will at least accomplish a minor objective of removing Marduk’s main pawn, his daughter.
“This whole thing stinks…” Hector notices that there are too many nuances and things he doesn’t know about this circus opening around him “...and is not the sulfur.”
“Meh, everyone with their own agenda… nothing new.” Satana doesn’t look that surprised. It’s unknown if that is how things are in Hell and she is used to it, or if she simply doesn’t think too deeply into that.
“So casual to someone that is about to receive the Persephone Treatment.” Hector scoffs
“He will need to get me first!” Satana exclaims confidently, her magic power suddenly flares, and she gets ready for battle.
“I will accompany you till my death; after that, you are on your own.” Hector says casually. The more demons he kills, the better. He already gave up on saving Satana from her own foolishness, but he can do this much for her work as a guide till now.
After that, they will part ways forever. He is ready to break the contract when he gets back on Earth.
“Hmpf, you can chicken out now if you want.” She says
“And lose the opportunity to kill some demons? Nah.” He smiles, sunken eyes getting even darker “And they even brought an army as a gift… Such hospitality!” He smiles deviously
Whoon
Magic circles suddenly expand around him, moving and spinning in a small dome.
His actions immediately alerted some strong demons of the enemy army. More than a dozen stepped forward and raised their hands while demonic circles appeared to attack Hector in his vulnerable moment.
Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz
“It was a bait…” Hector suddenly says, the dome of magic circles around him, disappearing, and in its place, smaller ones that shoot blasts of magic at lightning speed. The dark blasts travel fast in the air and hit the heads of all the demons with some magical inclination that tried to attack him.
“Zoltraak using the Dark element I learn with Kumoko-chan is unsurprisingly lethal…” He whistles while seeing the heads of the demons being blasted, leaving the bodies. “I will call it Black Zoltraak.”
“How imaginative…” Satana rolls her eyes, hiding her surprise. Once again, she is reminded that this guy knows how to fight. Using the construction of a big magic as a bait and smokescreen at the same time is easier imagined than performed.
“It needs to be like this… Do you know how many attacks I can do?” He scoffs. “Something that I can make on the fly is not worthy of a cool and complicated name.”
“Whatever.” Satana ignores him. “It’s an army with a few elites, exactly like you predicted in possibility 2.”
“I told you.” His hand is on her back, shining with different lights while he buffs her.
“I’m gonna deal with Minos, can you take care of the rest?”
“I can hold them for some time… Take your pound of flesh and dip.” Hector’s face is expressionless. “Leave me behind.”
“You don’t have to say!” Satana half-shouts, leaning forward, ready to attack. From her back, her bat-like wings sprout and shoot fast at where Minos is standing on a platform in the sky.
Many flying demons go to block her path, but Satana does not do as much as blink at them, much less slow down.
‘Hm, those…boosts are not bad.’ She thinks, her hand flexing, claws ready to open a path amidst the demons.
Fwoosh
Suddenly, a wall of fire crosses her path, burning the demons in front of her. It obviously came from Hector, but it doesn’t appear to be that effective; it didn’t bring down a single enemy.
Hector obviously knew that… fire against a demon? It would never be a finishing move. It is just a smoke screen again…
Bzzzzzzzzzt
Amidst the flames and smoke, soddenly a blue lightning crosses the sky, jumping from demon to demon, making them fall like ducks shot by a hunter.
“Chain Lightning…” Hector mutters, his index and middle fingers pointing a the enemies.
While electricity is still running through his fingers, his points all ten of them upwards, “Triple Maximize Magic… Call Great Thunder.”
As the words leave his mouth, the sky immediately changed, a huge storm appeared in an instant in the most unnatural way, and the lightning didn’t even expect anyone to get ready before striking down almost everything flying.
Even when it was a “Pre-made” spell of a game, hector was able to use his expertise and magic talents of other power systems to control the brief but incredibly destructive attack.
He even made it last longer than it should have been, sustained the storm with his mana, and the principles of physics.
He rarely uses it, but one has to ask… How good is Hector with magic, really?
If asked, he would answer: “Meh, Intermediary-Level…”.
This response would come from a comparison with other sorcerers and with himself using other means.
Hector is, indeed, not that powerful with magic as he is with meta-powers or other more straightforward power systems. That comes from the fact that learning magic is a more time-consuming endeavor, needing a bigger investment of his attention and effort till he becomes a respectable magic user to his own standards.
Meanwhile, using powers or energies like Haki/Nen is easier for someone who already has incredible mastery over his own body, like him. It can even be said that while one is the mastery over yourself(that Hector already accomplished), the other is the mastery over the world, being able to change it with his will.
Meta-powers are just a little stretch over mastery of his own body. Most of them, at least…
So, in the less than six months he had since he received his first magic caster character card, he obviously would not have the time to become a Sorcerer Supreme or anything like that.
Especially when the Magic System of the Marvel Multiverse is heavily dependent on external forces. The path of using his own mana is much more arduous and long.
Hector would admit that he neglects a little his magical studies when compared with his scientific ones, leaving most of his expertise to increase through the help of his assimilations or instruction of summoned characters.
He believes that it is just a matter of time before he reaches a high level and balances the two powers… Body and magic.
And he is not wrong… Hector is outrageously talented when the subject is magic.
If he didn’t stretch himself too thin in many fields and focused on it, he would probably become a Sorcerer Supreme as fast as Strange.
This comes from his incredibly strong soul and his assimilations of magic casters, who, even though they are not any Universal-level sorcerers or mages, in exchange, they are all incredibly talented people, many of them being Main Characters in their own universes.
Rudeus, Arthur Leywin, Ainz, and other magic users who are extraordinarily gifted… Having the talent of just one of them would already put him on a path of greatness in magic pursuit, but with all of them? It’s certain.
Maybe that is why he focuses on other subjects more.
A soul strong enough to withstand all kinds of magics, giving him an unlimited potential, and the talent to reach there quickly.
So, even with this weak demon body, which a similar demon would have his ass handed by Captain America, Hector can still fight very well.
While he was controlling the storm above, he was suddenly ambushed by quick demons that wanted to end him fast. Their logic is good and their abilities too… Some appear shrouded in mist or shadows, almost imperceptible till they are just some feet behind him, weapons in hand and ready to strike.
“...” Hector’s pupils move to the corner of his eyes, almost like he is seeing behind him. He still has his Haki.
Thunk Thunk Tak Pah Ding
Blades, spears, tridents, and claws hit magical barriers perfectly placed to stop the attack without wasting mana in a complete sphere. Hector has no problem with mana; he has more than he can use, but he used minimal barriers to test himself and to dispel them fast.
The honeycomb-shaped barriers disperse in motes of mana while pushing the attacks a little, just enough to take the enemies a little off balance or stop them.
Swish
Enough for Hector to do a 180 turn, his two fingers together, and release a thin burst of water.
With one swing, Hector bisected all the assailants.
“The sharpest material in the world…” He comments after dispersing the water blade.
As the body parts fall, he eyes them and smiles broadly, his pointed teeth in full display as he also opens his arms wide.
“Time to play my favorite class!” His robes moved like he was being hit by a strong wind, but it was just his magic power being released.
There are enough bodies now… “Create High Tier Undead.”
A dark aura coalesces around him before moving to the falling bodies, clinging to them like miasma, and entering all openings of the corpses. It doesn’t take long for the bodies to start unnaturally twitching and oozing a black liquid from their orifices, a black liquid that envelops them and gives them new form.
‘The mechanics of a game do not bind me, I can summon as much as my mana allows it…’ And he has a lot of mana.
Hector didn’t hold back. With just a few bodies at his disposal, he obviously went with quality over quantity.
He summoned two Doom Lords, two Elemental Skulls, four Eternal Deaths, and one Grim Reaper Thanatos, and an Overlord Wiseman.
His undead summons circle him, the ones that can fly floating around, while the ones that couldn’t step out of his Undead Dragon to face the horde of demons below. He stays still on the back of his dragon, dark mantle billowing in the wind, eyes shining menacingly beneath the shadows of his hood
“You guys are in Hell, but haven’t faced death yet…” he says “Let’s correct that.”
………………………………………..
While Hector was creating an advantageous battlefield for himself, Satana finally reached Minos.
Her path was blocked by a swarm of harpies subordinate to the Judge, but Satana simply glared at them, her red eyes shining with a piercing light that attacked their minds.
Breaking the sound barrier, Satana cuts the group like a knife, not even bothering to look at the trail of blood and body parts she left behind. In no time, she is already on Minos.
“Do you want me? Try, cuck!” She shouts and throws a Hellfireball at him
Minos was hit by the attack, his face obscured by the flames, and Satana gives no moment of reprieve, kicking him out of the sky. The guy falls to the ground like a bullet, creating a huge crater.
Boom
From the dust, a growling and hissing sound can be heard, a strange shadow moving beneath it.
When Minos finally emerges, he is in his true form.
He is now a five-meter-tall, muscular old man, with a long beard and hair of dark green color. A toga of similar color covers half of his chest, strapped only around one of his shoulders… Beyond his impressive giant build, the most notable feature is the scales around his body, and a snake tail enveloped around his torso.
“Now you really have done it, Satana…” Minos gumbles angrily
“Less talking, more fighting!” She waves her hand in front of her, and a red magic circle appears. Against Hector, she barely had the time to breathe, much less use magic, but now she is free to use her full power.
A trident slowly appeared from the magic circle, and halfway through suddenly shot at Minos. It was so fast that Minos only had the time to move his head to dodge, his cheek still grazed by the trident, spouting blood.
His focus on the wound gave Satana the opening to kick his face with her heels covered in Hellfire.
Bam
His wincing in pain gave her time to extend her hand to retrieve her trident from a distance and stab his eyes.
“Do you never fight, bitch?” She laughs with a maniacal expression.
Satana is not an experienced fighter; her arsenal of powers are great finishers that leave her targets no room to counter-attack, ending everything swiftly. Mind coltron, soul attacks, Hellfire…
But even she is looking down on Minos now… Maybe because of the recent experience of being beaten by Hector, a real fighter, her standards shot up. Even forcing her to face her shortcomings and get a little better.
Minos finally pulled himself together and reacted. A fist flew at Satana, but she kicked Minos's face to jump back.
His tails then moved behind her exactly on her retreating route, thanks fully she was able to put her trident between herself and the attack, saving her from a lot more damage, but she was still sent back a dozen meters and groaned a little.
“Okay, now we are talking…” After she recovered her balance with a flap of her wings, Satana showed a bloodthirsty grin and resumed her attacks.
…………………………………………..
Satana is lucky that her fight is not interrupted by the great variety of enemies around them.
First of all, Molgotha and the leopard twins don’t appear to be that invested in this ordeal. The other minor demons are being kept busy by Hector’s ever-increasing army of undead. And Asmodeus is still staring at Satana’s companion without making a move.
Going for the High-Level undead from the beginning appears to be the right decision, because they are strong enough to target the weaker demons, decreasing the number of enemies and consequently increasing the number of allies.
Eternal Deaths are amazing in this type of large-scale battle because of their skills, Aura of Decay, and Death. The two are able to cause huge penalties to the enemies and even instant death.
A necromancer is in his element in a battlefield, like a water mage would be on the ocean. The more enemies that fall, the more undead Hector creates.
He is being protected by the movement of the Undead Dragon that occasionally releases a breath of decay to weaken the enemies even more. And also protected by the Elemental Skulls that float around like drones, releasing high-tier elemental magic.
He also kept a Doom Lord as his shield while another went around fighting on the battlefield below.
And even less needs to be said about Grim Reaper Thanatos and Overlord Wiseman. The first is moving around the battlefield like a lion in the middle of a farm of chickens… Chickens with only one leg and wing.
Almost no one can keep track of him, and the ones who could can’t follow either, while Overlord Wiseman gives support with large-scale magic to disrupt the battlefield, creating chaos and distraction to Grim Reaper Thanatos.
There are many demons strong enough to put up a fight and even win against those undead, but many factors prevented them from winning.
The constant AOE of Decay is weakening them… The fact that one of the most fearsome natural abilities of demons, their healing factor, is pretty much nullified against a necromancer also balanced things.
And obviously, the fact that the undead are relentless. Not only are more and more appearing, but even the ones that they are able to destroy eventually regenerate and come back.
Even if they tear an undead to pieces, the said pieces will continue to move, attacking around or even searching the rest of the body to be whole again.
While Hector has mana, his army will continue to fight… And he has a lot of mana.
‘They are starting to use fire… Not completely brainless, huh?’ Hector thinks, seeing a section of his army being really destroyed ‘It’s kinda of a bad match-up to me too if they play smart’
Normally, a necromancer would have his army prepared, but he has to make do with what he has in his hands.
He pauses his summoning of undead to throw a crystal of ice in a section of the battlefield, which, when it hits, erupts into an iceberg. He always had an affinity with water and ice, even more so when he had characters like Rudeus, Katara, and the Frost Monarch in his repertoire.
This body doesn’t have their powers, but he remembers their skills, and in his soul it's engraved their expertise.
‘If I had my Frostmourne…’ He sighs. He would be able to fight the fire of the demons with ice, but alas… What is the use of crying now?
Not bringing any important item was his choice.
‘Things are looking good, but eventually I will be defeated by the lack of material or when the strong ones really step forward.’
He once again starts a Super-Tier spell. Magic Circles surround him in a dome, as he leaves his defense to the Elemental Skulls and other undead.
He was able to complete it because no demon dared to try to interrupt in case it was a trap like last time. Unfortunately for them, it was not a trap. He won the mind game, and he was able to deploy his Super-Tier Spell…
“Pantheon.”
An unchariscatlly white-gold light illuminates him, very out of place with this whole necromancer persona.
From this spell, he was able to go against Ainz’s class and summon six angels, the Cherubim Gatekeepers.
The six angels are covered in golden armor, carrying a shield and lance… They have a lion-like face and a set of white wings on their back.
Hector is not one to accept being at a disadvantage. Fire is a problem for corpses, and demons are naturally gifted in that, so obviously, he needs to do something.
What better than a summon with Holy magic? Now he can target their weakness too.
They are not as strong as the Grim Reaper Thanatos or Overlord Wiseman, but they are even higher level than the Doom Lords- albeit the Doom Lords have stats beyond their level, making them roughly equal-, and the Cherumbims have the “type advantage” now.
It was obviously in the moment the angels flew around the battlefield, their are able to overpower all demons, the weaker ones barely having the power to resist. Their regeneration is not being able to keep up, and their powers are failing.
‘The right person to the right job…’ As Hector finally got the upper hand again, Asmodeus made him move.
The huge demon suddenly flew at him, appearing above the undead dragon too quickly to the beat react.
“...” Hector, on the other hand, was able to react because he never took his attention away from the top players. “Time Stop.” He uses the spell the moment Asmodeus is in range.
The spell was able to stop the demon in his tracks, his expression angry, but Hector was not happy.
‘He is resisting it…’ He raises his hand fast “Triple Maximize Magic… Grasp Heart.” He only has the time to squeeze his hand before his time spell is broken.
He quickly urges his dragon - that was also frozen in time - to move away while Asmodeus stumbles a little and falls on the ground.
The Duke of Hell's expression gets even more serious and unhappy as he stands up and looks at Hector flying away. Blood starts seeping from the corners of his mouth, but he doesn’t look as hurt as a casual enemy would be if they suffered that attack.
“I really don’t know why you make me feel this way… but the feeling is only increasing,” Asmodeus says, muscles bulging.
“Sorry, you are not my type.” Hector says, his voice calm, while sanding above his retreating dragon.
“RAAAAARGHH!” His little provocation appears to do the trick because Asmodeus roars and his body changes, revealing his true form.
His size grows at least three times, and two new heads appear on his shoulders. Now, Asmodeus has the head of a human with a fiery crown, a bull, and a goat, while his lower body is an ugly amalgamation of paws and hooves while being covered by feathers, fur, and scales.
“Much better this way…The exterior needs to reflect the ugly interior.” Hector comments “Tell me, do you also have three hearts, or is it simply too strong and resisted my magic?”
Asmodeus does not answer, simply raising a big hand at Hector’s overall direction, and a huge magic circle expands from his feet, taking the whole battlefield.
Hector eyes treble for a moment before he scoffs.
“Undead are immune to any mind trick.” he says before dark spears start appearing around him and he rains them down on Asmodeus.
Asmodeus, the prince of lust, tried to charm Hector and his summons, but the man has a mind that is too strong, and the magic is ineffective against corpses. The cherubim are also resistant to it.
Seeing that his trick is ineffective, the demon changed tactics to a more direct approach. It seems his three heads can act separately because he conjures multiple magic circles of three types.
One of them conjures a special type of purple hellfire that is released in all directions into a ring-shaped attack. It burned a considerable amount of Hector’s forces, the zombies and death knights not having a chance against it.
Another magic circle envelops Asmodeus, and he suddenly disappears from his spot and reappears above Hector.
Hector looks up, and that is the moment that the third spell comes into effect… It was an elaborate spell, not a simple blast of energy.
Hector suddenly found himself surrounded by wall upon walls of human flesh, female bodies contorting themselves and squeezing tightly into a gory and disturbing sight. He is isolated from the world, and there’s no way to escape.
“...” Hector’s face is calm, and he doesn’t hesitate. “Corpse Explosion.”
BOOOOOOM
When he was about to be squeezed, his Elemental Skull crashed against one direction, creating an opening for the undead dragon to escape by a hair; his wings even got caught a little and got torn even more.
As the dragon retreats, Hector looks back and raises his hand; on his palm, water coalesces into a spear that solidifies into ice, and then it rotates and rotates till it’s spinning so quickly that it looks like a line.
Then Hector released it; the spell is fast, but Asmodeus was able to put an arm between himself and the attack.
The arm can redirect the attack, which moved off course, creating a wound on his forearm and hitting the ear of his bull head.
Even after seeing the wound, Hector’s face doesn’t change. That is why the wound healed at lightning speed.
“Yep… That is bad.” He says flatly
……………………………………………….
Satana is still fighting Minos, but it's more like she is venting her frustration on the guy. Minos is not weak by any means, but Satana sis till dominating the battle. Maybe because she is much faster.
With her wings, she is able to run circles around her big opponent, even though he tries to use are attacks, releasing lightning from his fingertips.
“Ah, yes, you are Zeus' son… I forgot everyone is Zeus’ son from your people.” Satana smirks while flying and dodging the streaks of lightning.
It seems Minos was not only throwing attacks randomly because she suddenly found herself in a dark space. She entered a spell prepared by Minos.
Satana found herself locked in the air, a huge guillotine around her, the blade above her, glinting maliciously.
She immediately, and with just a little hesitation, uses her trump card, the Basilisk.
BOOOM
An omnidirectional blast of corrosive energy is emitted from her body, breaking the sub-space of the spell and releasing Satana. Above her, the figure of the Arch-Demon appears and Satana commands it to attack Minos.
The truth is that the Basilisk is not something Satana should be using all the time, it is a sweet trap put on her by the father, corrupting her the more she uses it.
The huge demon extends his arm and releases a ball of demonic energy at Minos. The red ball, energized with Basilisk’s unique power, flies at the Judge relatively slowly but grows in size with each meter of distance crossed. Impossible to dodge.
Crack Boom
Minos can only use his strong body to defend himself. When he was revealed again, there were a lot of cracks around his body, but he was still standing.
Satana pulls the Basilisk back onto her body and steps back a little to continue the attack. Unknowingly to her, she meets Hector, who caused a similar explosion by detonating his dragon.
“Oh, fancy seeing you here.” he comments lightly, even in a bad situation.
“Having difficulties, fucker?” She asks with a smile, the two back to back.
“My guy is annoying… Regeneration is so unfair. Is he pulling all this infinite energy from Hell itself?” he asks
“Probably, many can do that…” She says with
“Can you do that?”
“I can, but I don’t… I have my own ways.”
“I think I will need to tap out soon, girlie.” He reveals “This body is getting mana intoxication already…”
“Mana what?” She asks confused
“My soul is pretty strong, not all bodies can withstand it… The more power I use, the more the durability falls… I never expected to get into a big fight like this one today.” He explains
“I see…” She replies, thinking about how this is very similar to many demons on the level of her father, who does the same with human bodies. They can never possess a body for too long.
“I thought about going with something big, but Asmodeus there is surprisingly annoying with his disruptive magic…” Hector sighs “And my quick attacks are not destructive enough to overwhelm his regeneration. Even Reality Slash is useless.”
“You can say ‘I told you’ again now.” She smirks
“What would be the point?” He rolls his eyes calmly “I can make an opening for you to escape… But it will be the last thing I can do.”
“...” Satana uncharacteristically doesn’t answer immediately.
Suddenly, a huge shadow looms over them, the two widen their eyes and turn fast to see no other than Molgothat above them.
The Realm Lord, that remained neutral since the beginning, decided to make his move.
“Enough…” He said with his deep voice. He doesn’t waste any more words and attacks the two.
A giant projection of his arm is already falling into the duo, a red skyscraper-sized arm moving out of a demonic portal and hitting them like a meteor.
“...” Hector makes no move to dodge, accepting his fate, but raising his arm to attack too. Even in the face of imminent death, the guy still wants his pound of flesh “!!!???” But he suddenly feels herself being yanked back at the same time the attack falls.
BOOOOOOOOOOOMM
The ground explodes like it was bombarded, the shockwave spreading, dust and earth rising miles in the air, a huge crater opening…
It takes some time for things to clear out. Eventually, Minos and Asmodeus walk to the site of destruction, finding Hector and Satana in a bad condition and on the ground. There are wounds all over their bodies, their clothes tattered.
“...” But Hector's face is calm, and a little annoyed, while looking at Satana.
Asmoeuds arrives and uses his big hand to grab his head.
“Now I have you.” The demon says sadistically, but Hector doesn’t even look at him.
“What the fuck are you thinking are doing, Satana?” Hector asks the fallen woman.
In the moment of the attack of Molgotha, Satana pulled him and tried to use her quick wings to escape together with him. Maybe she would be successful if she let him try to face the attack alone and escaped by herself.
Sacrificing Hector was the obvious right move, but she didn’t.
“I don’t know…Not much time to think, I just did…” She says while sitting up, her hair is a mess, and there’s blood on the corner of her lips. “Damn, that was dumb!”
“...” Hector's eyes narrow. “I don’t think you have a chance to escape now…” He comments
“Nah, I’m good.” She acts tough, but can’t even stand up.
She is lucky that Hector was able to correct her mistake a little and shielded her with his body and magic. He is in an even worse condition, his left and right arms are a dangling mess of flesh, and there is blood everywhere.
“Hey!” Asmodeus is getting annoyed by being ignored. For some reason, everything Hector does annoys him.
Hector continues to not even look at him “Well, good luck with that…” He says to Satana flatly
She laughs “Whatever, just do your favorite move already…”
“...”
“HEY!” Asmodeus angrily makes Hector face him. He is so big that his human head is the size of Hector's.
Hector shows no fear facing Asmodeus, he just stares at him and smiles a bloody grin.
“I don’t know what your problem is with me, but yeah… I probably did it. And even if I didn’t, I will do it in the future now.” He says it just to promise vengeance, unaware of how right his words are.
For some reason, even while he is clearly at an advantage, Asmodeus feels a chill running down his spine… like he is the one in danger, like something much scarier is holding his head the same way he is holding Hector.
He doesn’t like it, not even a little… it only increases his uneasiness. That is the main reason he came here; he can’t let this feeling go, and he needs to know its origin.
BOOM Unfortunately for him, he will not have his answer because Hector, without delay, explodes himself in Asmodeus’ face.
“Pest!” The explosion didn’t do much to Asmodeus, it was like throwing sand in his eye. The bombs Hector planted on this body are weaker than normal, considering that he would be with Satana. “Did he really kill himself? Coward!!”
Once again, Asmodeus is angry at Hector.
“Forget about that, Asmodeus. It’s done.” Minos says, approaching “I will reward all of you for the inconvenience.” He then smiles while looking down at Satana.
The leopard twins also approach together with the rest of the army, circling the poor half-demon woman.
“Hmpf, need your friends even for this? What next?” Satana scoffs defiantly “Are you gonna make them fuck me while you watch from the side? Hell, you are such a pathetic bastard…”
Minos’ forehead twitches, but his good mood can’t be affected that easily right now. “I love that you are feisty, dear… It will make the re-education even more enjoyable.” His smile is wide
“Slimy fucker. It’s no surprise your ex-wife fucked a bull…” Satana laughs humorlessly.
Despite her defiance, Satana’s appearance is very pitiful… her white hair is dirty with her blood and sticking to her face, she is nursing a hurt arm, her wings are broken and slowly retracting back on her body…
“Heh…” Her weak laugh reveals her teeth painted with blood. “You have no idea how petty I am… I think I will follow his example…”
Whoosh
Suddenly, powers surge from her, and the Basilisk once again appears. The power is so strong that it even made Minos and Asmodeus be pushed back a little. Molgotha remains unmoved, but his eyes narrowed in concentration, and he created some protection for himself.
Satana doesn’t attack through; she only continues to release more and more power… her hair moving wildly… When the first crack appears on her skin is the moment Minos panics.
“Stop her!” He shouts.
She is trying to use the powers of the Basilisk to kill herself, releasing it into Hell. The Basilisk is not something that can be easily controlled; it’s basically a destructive force, a power of nature.
For some reason, this alternative is preferable to even asking for her father’s help…
“Damn…” Satana smiles “I couldn’t even…”
Bzzt Fwwon
Whatever she was gonna to say at her last moment was interrupted when a white portal appeared on the ground beside her.
The appearance of that spiraling white vortex attracts the attention of everyone… It was incredibly pure and peaceful till whatever is on the other side starts crossing over, then it’s like a chaotic whirlwind that shakes the world.
Just a minimum part crosses over, and everyone feels the hair on the back of their neck standing up… Then after the storm, an oppressive silence fell over the whole place, like someone just grabbed this part of Hell by its throat and made it shut up.
Whoever is coming… It’s strong.
The first thing that emerges is two armored hands. Pitch black gauntlets with sharp fingertips and lines circling around the forearm. The strange thing is that the armor appears to be malleable, the lines opening to reveal eyes that look around frantically.
When an eye on the back of the gauntlet locks on Satana, time seems to stop as it narrows and then…
Whoosh Bzzt
The person fully emerges, and a dark blur shoots to the sky at lightning speed. Everyone can only see that it is an armored human-sized figure with a cape.
Flap High in the air, the black cape opens unnaturally bigger than it should be possible, creating bat-like wings that cover their vision.
Flap Another flap, and the armored figure disappears from his spot and…
Pow He is already kicking Minos on his head, Satana in his arms, using the leverage from his foot in the Judge of the Underworld's face to quickly escape the encircling.
“...!” Satana only noticed now that she was moved. Only when she was slowly put on the ground and a pleasant sensation washed over her body… She is being healed.
Completely cured in an instant! She looks at her perfect hands in amazement before staring at the armored figure.
“Beautiful women really attract trouble…” The figure says, his voice deep and calm beneath the helmet.
“You…” Satana doesn’t recognize the figure, but she immediately knows who it is.
Hector, who is wearing his H.E.L.L. Armor, slowly straightened himself to his full height… No, not Hector…
His body is completely different from the skeletal, ghoulish form from before; it’s not a disguise.
He is tall, imponent, his presence taking control of the surroundings without him even trying… That is not simply Hector…
“It’s okay now.” He says calmly, his white visor glinting slightly, before turning to face the Realm Lord Molgotha, Minos the Judge of the Underworld, and Duke of Hell Asmodeus, and their whole army.
“I am here.” Eidolon descended to Hell with his real body.
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Comments
benhurt rivera
Uffff
Scarletmenace
Are there pics of his hell armor?
Drake
OH SHIT HE PULLS UP
DopaminaCalvo
Now this arc has become interesting, please hurry up and get to next Sunday!
Deimon97
Need more
Hazer0508
that was fucking amazing cant we to see ediolon kick there asses
Hazer0508
early post! wooooo
Blod
Tftc
Михаил Громов
Thank you very much! It was amazing💯
Romeo Stone
Evan no big deal. Do what you got to do
KingSpy25i .
🎶let the bodies hit the floor! Let The Bodies Hit The Floor!! LET THE BODIES HIT THE ....... FLOOOOORRRRR!!!🎶 Thank you for the amazing chapter 🙏
Matheus Alves Celestino
Damn, what was that chapter?! Him and her yelling "Minos" was hilarious, and wow, he can use Frostmourne!!! Not because he needs to, mind you, but Frostmourne can capture the souls of those it kills, not to mention stealing their memories. But the point here is that with the souls of demons, especially high-level demons, he can use Big Mom's fruit to do some interesting things, mainly because their souls are much stronger. Like, I remember him saying he would create a living storm like he did in One Piece, take Jupiter's storm and mix it with the winds of Hell and voila!! Besides, what an ending! I knew he wouldn't abandon her, after all, even though she's a demon, she's useful, and a saint by infernal standards, especially when she tried to save him. Damn!!! Full power Hector with Hell Armor. Hehehehe, massacre!!! RIPPLE AND TEAR!! UNTIL IT'S DONE!! And salomao maybe is getting weat. Lol
Matheus Alves Celestino
Porra esse final foi foda de mais!!!
Samuel Famakinwa
Even for all his words he still has to be the hero
Matheus Alves Celestino
Ok acho que esse é a atualização
