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At the break of dusk-twilight,
The two opposing forces did meet
Over the Center of the Oroborus,
Located at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.
The factions did float above the waters
And sat in wait for their leaders to
Ring the Bell of War.
Leader of the Army of Hell was
Amon, the Lord of War,
Who had now come to be known as
Demon Lord, Mao Satan.
Atop of the Lernaean Hydra,
The mighty nine-headed beast that rose from
The waters of ancient Greece,
Summoned to aid the Demon Lord in travel.
His arms were folded,
His chin down,
And the glare in his eyes burnt holes
Into his own opponents miles away.
Emerging from the North was the
Army of Humanity.
Those who fought for the rights and life
Be they human themselves or devilman,
They were lead by the reluctant beauty
And first woman to become a devilman,
Now being dubbed Devil lady respectively:
The striking Olivia.
As valiant as she was fair
And true to her human heart,
She stood upon the back of the living fortress,
Who grew to enormous size by combining
Himself with other deities and objects.
The two leaders of the good and evil armies
Stared each other down with murderous intent
In their eyes.
The many subordinates were anxious
To the point of madness for the battle to begin.
I shall not allow you,
Nor your army, to strive!
Though I do not approve of unneeded violence,
And you are the last person I would want to fight,
If we must do battle,
So sang the angel
Some ways away from the Demon Lord.
Like the Lord himself,
Her arms were crossed,
Her chin was down,
And she was very much like a statue,
In that she did not move in the slightest
Before the beginning of the battle.
Her well-toned and muscled, naked form
Radiated her strength in a white mist
That cooled the air.
Her golden locks flowed quietly,
Flipping in all direction as the wind
From the Hellish-Army rolled onto her.
The scars that ran from the small of her back
And over her shoulders to her bust
That would mark her forever as a devilman
Protruding from her skin.
If you do not wish to do battle,
You do not have to.
Surrender now, fair Olivia.
Surrender and we shalt be obliged to
Allow you to live here on our planet.
I will not give this offer twice, Olivia.
If you value your life here,
I highly suggest you take my offer.
Replied the Demon Lord:
The intimidating aura that surrounded
His body heated his air
And warmed his subordinates.
The wings protruding from his scalp did flutter
His tanned-skin and crimson eyes
Shined in the warm evening.
His eyes narrowed at the woman before him
As she spat to the water below
At his offer.
Mao Satan, you Devil!
We will never join you!
Your plans to wipe the human race off of
This earth are heinous and despicable,
If we were to serve under you,
We would surely be put to slavery!
And Amon to her:
If I were to give you water
When you were quenched, would you question it?
If I were to give you food when you starved,
Would you question it?
I offer to you the most important item of all:
And you question me and oppose it.
If you wish to oppose that which you need,
You will surely die soon enough.
And her to him:
You do not offer life!
You offer a slow and painful death
At the hands of your demons!
Is that not better than being humiliated
After having lost a war?
We will not lose this war!
We will be victorious and shall send
You and your army back to the place
In which you all belong!
Earth was our home once,
This is where we belong.
The maiden Olivia grinded her teeth
And clenched her fists.
The Demon Lord shot his hand into the air,
Then brought it back down,
Pointing at the enemies.
Demons, prepare for battle!
Prepare to take our homeland back
From those who stole it from us!
He yelled, rallying his army.
Humans, devilmen, today
We shall now fight for our rights and our lives!
Do not fail!
Yelled Olivia to her forces.
A mighty cry of vigor was released
From both sides, and they were off.
A mighty cloud of bodies and blood formed
The first death was swift, yet painful.
The second followed quickly and
Was just as painful.
As the countless bodies fell to the waters below,
The amount of blood ever-increasing,
The two commanders of their armies
Did stand on their mounts,
Who dared to finally charge forward
Through the waves of carnage.
The Lernaean Hydra used its
Nine heads and black-claws
To shred through the opposing forces;
As the devilman Kagura seemed to float
Atop the waves of his bloodshed.
Before the two giants had met,
The warriors still fighting and dying alike,
The Demon Lord and Devil Lady
Stopped them and retreated.
Olivia raised her head and spoke:
Mao Satan, how do you justify this?
Is the killing of innocent people truly
The only way to satisfy your kin?
Her words were full of anger
As well as the will of revolution.
The Demon Lord did look up to her
Indeed it is!
This war is not just for power over
A lesser being!
This is about taking back our homeland
By any means necessary!
Any who stand in our way must wish us
Not to belong anywhere
And are the ones responsible for the scars
We hold in our chests!
And Olivia to Amon:
No, Satan, there is no need for this!
This warfare and bloodshed can be stopped!
We do not need to be fighting like such!
We can speak, converse,
And find a way to solve our problems together!
Such violence is not needed in the least!
No, Olivia, you do not understand.
If we do not kill those who stand in our way,
Merely knocking them down will do no good,
As they will continue to rise and fight.
It is only natural for humans to continue to fight
For what they believe is theirs.
If we do not fight for our world now,
We will never get it back!
We must take this earth from those who stole it away!
We can create a home
For you elsewhere!
You do not have to kill us to get us
You do not understand your own people,
Death is the only way to achieve our goal.
The cold words slipped out
From Amon’s lips
And sent chills throughout
She flared her muscles and spread her wings.
Come Mao Satan!
We will settle this now,
In consideration of your stubbornness!
And you shall be sent back to Hell!
Now that the fire of passion
Was abundant in her body,
Olivia agreed to fight with Amon,
Who, in turn, spread his wings all the same
And flew over to Olivia
As she flew to him.
With their fists raised to their shoulders,
They unleashed punches that slammed together
And caused the earth to shake.
As their fists connected repeatedly,
And their power became ever-more great,
They earth trembled,
The heavens stirred,
And Hell below had yet another quake
Deep in its bowels.
The two beings reeled themselves back
And then shot forward,
Literally going through each other
To their opposite mounts.
Kagura grabbed Amon’s bloodied body
As the Lernaean Hydra wrapped its necks
You shall not win this war
You ugly beast!
I shall eat you alive!
And Amon to him:
I don’t think so, devilman.
And in that instant,
Amon’s body caught fire and burnt
As Kagura staggered back and screamed,
Amon brought his fists to his sides,
Charging them as he growled,
Eventually releasing them with great speed.
In the time it took Kagura to notice,
One thousand punches had already connected with him.
He reached for his stomach,
Then fell back into the water
Of the Pacific Ocean.
As Olivia’s breathing was cut short,
The Hydra began to taste her skin
And caress her body with their many tongues.
Olivia began to shake once more,
Her aura becoming more noticeable,
As her eyes rolled back into her skull.
Slowly but surely,
The Hydra’s skin began to peel.
The monster released the woman,
Who proceeded to throw one hundred chops
That decapitated the Hydra’s entirety.
The beast’s heads and body quickly fell down
Into the waters below,
Causing such a splash,
It did disturb the surviving warriors,
Who had dwindled the numbers of their enemies
The two commanders turned quickly and eyed one another.
Their bloodied bodies were tired and feeble,
And they had no intentions of retreating.
Olivia called as she levitated in her gore:
Amon, I do not wish to kill you!
But if I have to, I shall!
And if you would decide to give in,
I would welcome you
And forget my anger!
Do you not see what my offer has to give!?
I do not want your offer.
So replied Amon.
He continued on:
What I want, Olivia,
Is what is rightfully mine, ours!
This land belongs to demonkind!
No human should be allowed upon it!
Nor offers can change that!
And if you wish to stand in my way,
I will cut you down as well, Olivia.
Neither human nor devilman shall receive mercy.
Olivia, in her stunned form,
Could only breathe heavily
With widened eyes and shaking fists.
Amon floated above the watery-grave
Without saying another word.
Olivia finally regained mobility,
And took her fists to her chest.
Her lowered head rose.
Amon eyed her and was amazed.
As Amon, Mao Satan,
Floated peacefully in astonishment,
Olivia’s face was stained with tears.
She took in a deep breath and spoke:
You are not the man you used to be.
I could look to you for comfort when I was hurt
And warmth from your heart when I was cold.
I see now that you have no heart to turn to.
You were the one I loved,
He, who I could never forget,
But it seems that you do not share those feelings.
You may have been a good man before,
But now, you are nothing more than
A murderer and a dictator!
As much as I loved you before,
I cannot let you commit these heinous acts!
I will hate you,
And despise you,
And do whatever I must to
Make myself want to kill you!
Amon closed his eyes,
Then opened them again as
Olivia began to wipe her face.
I will not apologize
For my violence.
Nor shall I praise your courage.
In a war such as this, all feelings of love and care
Are left behind to rot.
I will not say I cared for you,
Like you did me,
Nor will I say I loved you.
All I can say is that if you will not move,
I will move you.
Olivia grinded her fangs,
And shot herself to Amon.
She let out a screech that pierced the air
And was stopped midflight.
Amon’s fist connected directly with her chest,
Tearing the skin from her bust.
She did cough and blood fell,
And Amon had nothing to say any longer.
The woman slipped off of his fist
And slowly began to float downward.
Amon hunched forward and stared
Before his vision was cut short.
Olivia flew up to him
And threw an un-seeable attack.
Before the flash of white
That was Olivia had passed,
Amon did scream a demonic cry
As his biceps bled and his arms fell to the ocean.
Olivia held her chest in pain,
Coughing as her pain increased steadily.
She began to growl and readied her left arm.
Amon beheld her above him and scowled.
Olivia flew down to him and threw her punch
Which was immediately countered with Amon’s
The two weapons collided and angered the heavens.
The clouds became dark, and the moon set in.
In an instant, the two fighters were some
Twenty feet away, and they were both
Anxious to conclude their battle.
Olivia brought her bloodied, right fist,
That had been clutching her chest,
To her face and brought it back.
Amon hunched his back and bent his knees.
He looked up at the fair woman
And could not be filled with anymore scorn.
Finally, the two lifted up and took off
Toward one another.
Olivia’s fist flew out with the speed
Of a deathly bolt of lightning
And the mass of the earth itself.
Lacking either arm,
Amon improvised in making a perfect weapon
To deal the final blow with.
He aligned his head,
And waist, then proceeded to
Twist his body with the quick
Jerk of his shoulders.
He swung a wind-cutting kick through the air
That hungered for Olivia’s blood.
As the two weapons fell upon their targets,
And the last of the survivors of the war
Were wiped out,
The moon slipped in front of the sun,
And gave the earth and all of its inhabitants
A fine coat of black.