Third Person POV:

" This isn't my wish!" Lucifer let his fist clash against his chest as Michael tackled him, sending both of them tumbling down the hills.

Micheal lost all control of reasoning and basic senses of human nature.

" FIGHT!" The man in pain bellowed, materialising a sword from his palms and sheathed it right next to his apprentice's face.

Lucifer's face widened with shock. His pupils focused on the weapon right near his ear, which could have possibly penetrated his skull.

His form melted into the ground, and froze into reality nearby as he had teleported himself a few metres away.

He tried to walk back but he tripped and rolled down a few more feet away.

He was scared.

He wasn't going to oblige to his wishes but had already gone over the edge.

" why has it come to this?" He flinched as his master took forth to piercing him from real this time.

" Fight." Worded Micheal.

He grabbed Lucifer by his shirt and kicked him in the air, to which his body flew a few hundred feet into the stratosphere.

Lucifer had a gut wrenching pain falling through his senses as he did his best to ignore it.

He took in the roar of the air.

He let out a deep breath and took in a bigger breath into his lungs.

" Fine." He closed his eyes, as he let his fist open wide enough for the hilt to find its way into.

" G̷̞̲̮̠̿̒̾͐͌̃͘͠͠ȩ̶̢̡͙̣̜͖̘̾̿̓n̸̨̢̛̜̺̠͎̝̖̰̘̹͆̓̿̐̃e̵̬̰̠̰͉̣͓͐ș̵͎̫̘̼̂̏̈̐̾́̅͠i̷̛̙̖͉̿́͐̓́̓̈́̀̇̀s̶̨̠̜̭̜̘̿́̌͛̑͜͠ ̴͎̰̬̰̦͚̱͈̯̤̫̈́̽̉̎̎̈̀͐̑̄̾ "

A grey mist emanated ordering from his fingertips covered his wrist as he began his descent to Earth.

" I'll f*cking fight you!" Lucifer yelled at the top of his lungs at the small figure of his mentor who just wanted death.

Lucifer let himself fall even further down as he gained speed while he focused his aura on the tip of the blade that he was forging himself as he descended from the heavens.

" Concentrate." Lucifer closed one of his palms as he channeled the cold towards the blade against the wind.

Micheal smiled.

" You're gonna succeed. I'm proud of you. Now. Let's begin."

Lucifer had his fingers at the ready as he twirled his body through the dawn as he arced the blade at his target.

" JIÉJĪNG!! "

( Meaning Crystallize in Chinese )

A blast of ice, which scaled the radius of about 20 metres exploded at Micheal at which the same moment, Lucifer noticed that Micheal had closed his palms, starting the Phantom Plane of his.

This made him sure that he was serious.

That Micheal was losing it to the corruption and that he was the only way out of that pinch.

*****

Lucifer had tried almost everytime to put him down for good.

Almost everything.

But he wasn't as weak as any opponents that Lucifer had faced.

The constant clanking of metal against metal resounded again and again.

Wounds opened as Lucifer severed his arms and legs time and time again but he reattached them back together.

His blade tore through Micheal's chest as his mind took on a good idea.

He materialized a new sword, right as he let it tear through his torso as he uttered yet another spell from his arsenal.

" Kakō "

( Translating to Tinder in Japanese )

Micheal flinched through that hollow looking eyes at this point as his skin started to singe out as Lucifer grinned.

He found a plot hole in his armor.

" A̴̧͚̣̳͔̞̝̫͎̦̬͍̙̙̩͙̙̰̗͎͈̞̩̼̜̳͚̘̰͑̈́͜ͅm̵̢̛̛̯̬̤̣͙͇̺̖̎̄̉͆͆͂̈́̑̑̇͛̕͝p̷̨̧̛̬̥̱̟̦̘̤̹͎̖̬̟͚̻̥̬͇̦̮̝͇̫̦̼̠̗͓̥̝̞̜͓̠̪̮͎̺̹̻̜͒̍͆͑̓͛̉̆̄̂̓̕͜͝l̵̹̼͛͐̃͒ì̷̞̰͎͍̰̞̲̭̬̭̻͔͖̝̺͉̪̳̭̟̦͔͚͌͜ͅf̶̢̡̨̛͉̥̣̫̳̝͉̯̯̺̣̱̱͍͈̣͉̭̫̖͙͇̠̫̫̜̗͔̻̱͍̱̪̄̇͂̑̓͐̓́͑̀̍͑͊͑̅̚͝͠y̵̧̛̫̝͔͎̮̲̦̦̞̲̞̦̼̹̥͇̮͉̠̭̳͚͑͊̄͌́̄̒̿̀̇̓̇͐̀͗̆̽͑̉̊̄͘̕ͅ "

" A̴̧͚̣̳͔̞̝̫͎̦̬͍̙̙̩͙̙̰̗͎͈̞̩̼̜̳͚̘̰͑̈́͜ͅm̵̢̛̛̯̬̤̣͙͇̺̖̎̄̉͆͆͂̈́̑̑̇͛̕͝p̷̨̧̛̬̥̱̟̦̘̤̹͎̖̬̟͚̻̥̬͇̦̮̝͇̫̦̼̠̗͓̥̝̞̜͓̠̪̮͎̺̹̻̜͒̍͆͑̓͛̉̆̄̂̓̕͜͝l̵̹̼͛͐̃͒ì̷̞̰͎͍̰̞̲̭̬̭̻͔͖̝̺͉̪̳̭̟̦͔͚͌͜ͅf̶̢̡̨̛͉̥̣̫̳̝͉̯̯̺̣̱̱͍͈̣͉̭̫̖͙͇̠̫̫̜̗͔̻̱͍̱̪̄̇͂̑̓͐̓́͑̀̍͑͊͑̅̚͝͠y̵̧̛̫̝͔͎̮̲̦̦̞̲̞̦̼̹̥͇̮͉̠̭̳͚͑͊̄͌́̄̒̿̀̇̓̇͐̀͗̆̽͑̉̊̄͘̕ͅ A̴̧͚̣̳͔̞̝̫͎̦̬͍̙̙̩͙̙̰̗͎͈̞̩̼̜̳͚̘̰͑̈́͜ͅm̵̢̛̛̯̬̤̣͙͇̺̖̎̄̉͆͆͂̈́̑̑̇͛̕͝p̷̨̧̛̬̥̱̟̦̘̤̹͎̖̬̟͚̻̥̬͇̦̮̝͇̫̦̼̠̗͓̥̝̞̜͓̠̪̮͎̺̹̻̜͒̍͆͑̓͛̉̆̄̂̓̕͜͝l̵̹̼͛͐̃͒ì̷̞̰͎͍̰̞̲̭̬̭̻͔͖̝̺͉̪̳̭̟̦͔͚͌͜ͅf̶̢̡̨̛͉̥̣̫̳̝͉̯̯̺̣̱̱͍͈̣͉̭̫̖͙͇̠̫̫̜̗͔̻̱͍̱̪̄̇͂̑̓͐̓́͑̀̍͑͊͑̅̚͝͠y̵̧̛̫̝͔͎̮̲̦̦̞̲̞̦̼̹̥͇̮͉̠̭̳͚͑͊̄͌́̄̒̿̀̇̓̇͐̀͗̆̽͑̉̊̄͘̕ͅ A̴̧͚̣̳͔̞̝̫͎̦̬͍̙̙̩͙̙̰̗͎͈̞̩̼̜̳͚̘̰͑̈́͜ͅm̵̢̛̛̯̬̤̣͙͇̺̖̎̄̉͆͆͂̈́̑̑̇͛̕͝p̷̨̧̛̬̥̱̟̦̘̤̹͎̖̬̟͚̻̥̬͇̦̮̝͇̫̦̼̠̗͓̥̝̞̜͓̠̪̮͎̺̹̻̜͒̍͆͑̓͛̉̆̄̂̓̕͜͝l̵̹̼͛͐̃͒ì̷̞̰͎͍̰̞̲̭̬̭̻͔͖̝̺͉̪̳̭̟̦͔͚͌͜ͅf̶̢̡̨̛͉̥̣̫̳̝͉̯̯̺̣̱̱͍͈̣͉̭̫̖͙͇̠̫̫̜̗͔̻̱͍̱̪̄̇͂̑̓͐̓́͑̀̍͑͊͑̅̚͝͠y̵̧̛̫̝͔͎̮̲̦̦̞̲̞̦̼̹̥͇̮͉̠̭̳͚͑͊̄͌́̄̒̿̀̇̓̇͐̀͗̆̽͑̉̊̄͘̕ͅ "

He iterated the same simple of spell over a few times as the small flame that had spelled miniscule pain to the Archangel engulfed him in an inferno of pain.

Literally.

He bellowed into agony as the monster inside took over a bit more.

His eyes rolled back into its sockets as his screams raised in volume.

" AAAAAGHHHHHHH!!" And more.

And more. Until it abruptly ceased, signalling the end of the fight that lasted less than a mere hour.

A show of power.

Lucifer looked at the flames, which had burnt off his entire left arm up-to it's elbow as he flinched at the pain.

" F*ck. F*ckidy f*cking f*ck!" He let out, to which the unconscious body responded with a crack.

" Demonic Awakening:Possession"

The body of the unconscious one erupted into tendrils of unknown origins from an imaginative world to reality as it covered Lucifer's hands and his left knee, all while making a groaning noise and it grew colder.

Ice settled on Lucifer's skin as he looked startled.

" Ice?"

He looked forlorn for a moment as he knew what was happening.

" Snap out. SNAP OUT!" He struggled as the ice began spread across his arm and Lucifer knew he was in trouble.

" F*CCCKKKKK!!" With a final decision to make out of desperation, he whipped his head back like a taut bow string.

" THIIIIISSSSSSSS!" Lucifer's head crashed with a shattering noise against his arm as it all broke into pieces before his very eyes but it wasn't his first concern.

" Bakuhatsu! "

( Translating to Ekusuplosionnn! in Konosuba. )

The air heated up and sparkled of sulphur as a wallow of smoke collided with both of their bodies which sent them both flying with little to no resistance to the power of the impact.

They both went blasting off again. Oh no.

Lucifer blacked out for a moment, which fortunately helped in numbing the pain that Micheal wasn't so lucky enough to avoid as Michael's body had all his limbs torn off as he took the brunt of the blast.

He crashed into the water, as he sunk between a shark doing it's hunting at a school of fish.

Lucifer didn't experience the pain. But he didn't do any better.

He was midair before the explosion had took off and he took to the air at an even faster velocity and crashed and broke a few bones as he demolished the same building he used to train at.

Plot convenience? Yep.

What? I'm honest.

Anyways....OH NO! LUCIFER JUST CRASHED AND POSSIBLY BROKE HIS FACE AND BACK AND ALL! WHATEVER WILL HE DO?!

Spells.

" Ṟ̵̛͔̰̜̮͈̞̖̗̐̔̑̓̐̍̅̐́͜ͅe̸͎̞͍͙͚̹͋̍̌̈́͂͐̾g̸̮͓̟͒̎́̇͒́͜͜͜ͅë̵̡̦̻̜̠͈̥́̿̓̓͐̂̈́͊̒͊̕͘͘͠n̴̘̑̈́̽̾̈́̅͐̑́͋̈́̕͝͝e̴̟͍͈͈͚͖̞̼͒̄̎́̔̀̌́͂̎̄̐͝͝r̶͓̫̣̬̀̐̇̋̀̌̀͗̎͒̓́͠ͅa̵̘̣̓̒̀̐̾̀̆̅̍͛t̶̤̮̤͙̯̙̪̯̤͎͋̈̎̃̅̃͜͠͠ͅį̸̧̹̮̟͐̊́̑̒̔̈́̍͌͊̽̿́͜ǫ̸̢̠̩͍̫͔̙̘͓͍͎̀̍͆̇͗͐̚ņ̶̢̩͍̖͚͎̩̳̯͔͈̾͂͌̐̃͘̕͝ ̵̨̛̭̟͇̞̪̳̊͛̀̑̀̄̄̈́͋͌̚͠ "

His mouth managed to say as the same coils of darkness covered his while body as energy was felt draining from him.

He screamed in pain as new bones materialized and severed his stubs of what were left of his arms and pierced itself into place as veins and arteries, flesh and muscles were made from atoms to compensate for his lack of limbs.

The screamed dimmed as his face was neck. A streak of light powered up and walloped his whole body as he yelled the word of activation in impulse.

" Saku!"

And just like clockwork, the body of Wing sprouted like a fantasy induced beanstalk, it sprung out the back of his body and threw him off balance while he was still crying in the pain that he was going through.

He stumbled on his footsteps as Lucifer lost too much of the footing in the concrete and fell off the half constructed building.

" Oh. This just keeps getting better and better...." Thought Lucifer as his face distorted it's dimensions from the force of air he should have gotten used to by now.

But his eyes were focused on something more important.

A vague figure, the visuals also distorted from its original form, as it always is in a Phantom Plane for uninvited entities, was seemingly on her way on the streets.

" L-Lucy..." One word and a letter were said at that moment.

But it wasn't to be outdone as his jaw cracked from the sheer pressure of it landing on the unforgiving ground below.

Moments later, he woke from gazing upon his former contract of sorts as he dusted off his barely present shirt.

Blood stains, ashes, dirt, grime and sweat were all the same in that shredded piece of fabric which held onto dear life.

Lucifer's legs unconsciously paced over to Lucy's fazed figure which somehow still seemed to retain most of the colour and vibrancy even though this Plane drains most colour out like a pipe through a water tank.

Mostly effective, but there's still some H2O left behind.

His hands hovered over her cheeks, as it displaced the dust where her skin is supposed to be as the dust moved through the vacuum of air around them.

" Right. Rule 4..." He sighed as a cluster more took off into the air as it just made the area more hazy.

Lucifer smiled for the first time, from the bottom of his non existent heart.

" Why do I smile when I'm around you? Why do I? Guess we'll never know..." He attempted to cup the side of her face in his roughed up palms but hesitated.

A moment too long.

He didn't want her beautiful features to turn to dust. Even if he knew it would be undone by the time this battle ended. And when the Plane closes.

But still....

Why waste it? Why waste another moment looking into those eyes? It seemed to be reeling him in like a helpless fish in a bait filled net.

" I just wish....I do those things...that I didn't erase us. That you were here." He put his hands over her cheeks one last time.

But it made contact. His hands shivered for a moment but he didn't take it off.

His eyes just locked with the solidified version of Lucy in front of him.

" Lu.....cy?"

She didn't respond.

" Lucy, are you here?" Still no words out of her.

Lucifer just let the happiness for a moment get the best of him.

" For you..." He leaned in and let his lips kiss her nose.

It felt cold, but it was a funny feeling for him.

*thump*

*thump*

And he turned back, feeling better than ever before, adrenaline pumping through his newborn body.

" I don't know why, but I'm an idiot for leaving you like that. And I'm coming back." Lucifer looked at his activated wings and readied the draft of wind he would blast off with.

He knelt down on one knee and focused the energy on the heels of his feet as well as the palm of the feet.

" ţ̶̢̢̡̢̧̨̨̨̧̡̨̢̢̡̨̨̧̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͚̝̩̺̫̣̺̳̟̘͕̮͈̮̼̮̙͎͎̺̯͉̩̺̩̯̼̲̣̠̻͎̩͚̠̲̖͎̦̭̘͇͕̜̞̭̘̱̱̱͓̳̫̳̞̼̺̜͎̦͔̗̭̦̹̘͇̩͈̳̤̖͚̱̤̹̤͈̜̙̰̖̱̲̣̤͕͚̣̖̱͚͇̼̙̼̲̲̘̦̮̤̖̺̖͓̖̙͍͙͔̞̹͚̘̩̜̠͓͖͕̺͚̘̱̙̳̟͔̤̯̙͕͍͇̳͕͇͔̙͖̦̙͔̋̇͗̒̎̂͋̅͊̓͒͋̾́̽̌́̌͊͐͑͐̆͒̄̅̃̓̌͌͗̇͂̒́̂̂̇́͑͐̀̎́̏̌̽́̈́̽̽͂̆̓̀̇̆͒̂͌̂̈́̀̎̽̅̔͊͐͒́̃̊̈́͛̌̿̈́̍͒̅̀́̔̿̓̉̈́̃͌̄͌͊͑͊͋̑͘̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͝͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅơ̵̧̨̧̢̨̛̛̛̬͍̫̥̻͙̝̩̬͔͉̲̥͚̰̝͉̱͉̞̥̺̦̤̗̜̰̳̟̰̳̭͑̿̏̉̂̾͊́͋͂͒́̄͐̽̃̈͆͐͗̓̽́͋̎͊̓͊͊͒̉͒̈́͛́͐̊̄͆̌̀͊̄̂̅̉̎͋̎̈́͐̉͑͋͊̏̐̑̀́̊̅̓̍̑͗͒̎̌̊̆̀̿͒̐̎̇͐̓̀͌̐̓̄̈́̂̏̅̓͛͆̍̓̂̒̉͒͂̑̇͗̽̇̇̽͋̍̀͐̇̈̈́͑̈́̏̐̓͌̇̈́͂̓͑̋̏̃͊͛̍͑̉͊̇͆͋̾͛̓̾̾̊̄͐͒̾̂̚̚̚̕͘̚̕̚͘͘̚̚͘͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͠͝c̶̨̛̤͚̹̦̣͎̣͔̀͒̈́̈͐̋͆̈́̈́̅̓́̉͋͐̈́̌͑͌̚̚̕͘̕̚͝͠ͅḧ̵̨̡̢̨̡̨̢̢̡̢̢̧̨̢̛̛̛̳̪̹͕̲̣̫͉̳̭̗͉̻͖̰͔̻̙̤̩̹̭̞̥̠̼̩̰̠͎̮͕̟̺̦͕̙̣͈̰̣͕̱̲̰̥̦͎̬̻̱͓̜͚̝̱͔͔̤͓̳̝̹̣̙̘̤͕͓̮̫͎͈̜͕̫̩͕̣͕̫̗̤̲̱͍̲͙͕̣͔̘͚͚̼͍͔͉̜̰̬̬̥̙͉̹͙̙̦̙̹̠͖͉̮̯̰̘̝̯̱̲̣͖̘͇͈̮̭̠̺̮̹͓̤́̈́̋̈̆͑̈́͗̒̌͋́̈̂̒͑̄̂̿̑̄̋̓͊͂̈̈̃̅͗̈́̎̾̏̇͌̃̎̀̔́̇̅̽͑͗̂̓͊́͋̽̇̀͆́̑̍̈́͋̈́́̊̑̄̅͂̐͆͆̅̉̔̉̊͛̈́̅̔̈́̐̀̍͒̽̒̐̾̓͂̒̒̀̐̾̚͘̚̕̚̕̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅt̸̡̧̢̧̛̛̛̛̛̛͈̙̝̬͔̹͇̟̲̠̣̮̳̮͔̹̦̤̘͇̬͔͚͔̹̼̰̞̖̤̘̟̺͎̻͕̠͓͔̟̰̬͔͍̋̍̀̂͑̾̒͒̈́͗̒̆̀̄́̀̔̐̀̒̏̾̃̈͛͋̈́͒̏̏͑͆̀́̓̅̈͑͛̿̓̂̄̔͋̍͑̎̔̑͆̓̽̐͐̉̊͋͛̈́͑̐̀̿͋͗̏̐̀̃͆̏̎̌͗̐̑̆̏̈́̑̈́̄̈͐̿̿̕̕͘͘̕̕͘͘͘̚̕͜͠͠͠͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅ ̵̧̡̨̨̡̧̡̧̢̢̧̨̢̛̛̛̛͕̬͚̬͉̬̖̞͈͕̙̠̤̫͍̫̬̗͓̹̯͚̹̯̱̪͈͓̜̫̳̝͍͔̠̤̼̠̣͉̭̪͖̖̤̦͕̼͈̥̖̳̬̻̲̜̭̻͙͓̗̲͇̘̞̭̝̥̭̩̥̟͍͙̝͙̻̮͇̱̜̥̯̠̪̼̝̫͓̈́͊̒̔͗̈̉̅̈́́͊̋̂͐̂̋̈́̓͑̾̔̾́̔͑̓͋̅͛͒̀̏̓̐̏̽̉̓́̍́͑̆̌̒̑͋̈́̊̎̿͌́̒̄̀̽̍͒̀̎̒̏̑͆̓̉̽̑́̾̔̆̆͒̉̇͐͌́̀̈̔̍̈́͆̌̾͐̑̿̓̈́̆̿̃̑̍̐̈̾̕͘̕̕̚̕̕̕͜͜͝͠͠͠͠͠͝ͅv̶̧̧̨̛̛̠͇͎̣̫̫̘͙̭̳̤̯̱̩͇͎̺͕̠̬̬̯̼̫̲͉̤̜̞͎̙̱̖̜͇̰̟̣̰̟̜͎̖͕͍̓́̒̀͆̄̒̽͑̇̐̐̃̄͗̃̃̿̐̄̄̇̀̍̿́͋̌̆͗̐̈́͛͛͋̽͑̈́̉̄̀͐̎̉͛͐̊̉̓͛̑͊͑̾̏̄͂̐́̋̀͊͑͒̑̆̈́͑̏͐̈̓͒͌̀̆̿̐̊̄̋̓͋̽͋̀̆̀̓̓̀̈́̿͐̀͆͊͋̀̈̍͐̿̾̓͐͛̋̆̽́̄̃̌̇̔̐̚̚͘͘͘͘͝͠͠͝͠͝à̵̛̛̛̛̟̻̯̰̻͖̖̙̦̥͂̌̇̆̎͗̆̄̈́̈̾̓̃̈̀̅̌́͗̀̅̇̔̄͊̈́̐̀̅̊̊̀͑̈́̄̐̓̋̈́̏̾́͛͋̈́͌̀͗̂͌́͑̑́̿͆͂̉̃̐̄͊͒́͛̃̌̑̀̽̈̃̂̋̂̓̊̏͐̉̅̋̀̄̈́̈́̑͑̇͊̽̀̓͋̏̒́̿̓̄͗̏͋̅͛́͋̿̍̊̀̏̔̈́͊̇̍̈̓̓̒͂̽̽̊̓͆͊̈̽̋̐̿̀̏̂̓̊̐͛͐̂̀̅̚͘̕̕͘̕̕̕̕̚̕͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝n̶̨̡̢̛̖̤͓̻̪̖͍̩̟͓̯͓̳̞̣̙̦͖̗͓̲͌̎͊́̌̊͗̃̾̾̈́͝͠ͅ ̷̢̢̡̛͔͇̪͉̲̻̖̠͔̪̺͎͗̌̍̓͒́̐̇̓͋͗̏͊͑̾̐͛͆͛͐̌͌̈̾͌̈̋̀̈́̈́̓͗̎̇͂̐̿͆̆̕͘̚͠͝͠͠͝͠w̵͍̮̙̙̤̫̣̟̥̟͙̰̹͇̮̫̗͕̩̲͐̅̽̏̎̽͗̔̄́͛̔̈̂͊̈̋͒̾͋̍́̀̍̽͒̽̋̔͗̀͊̀̈̃́̑̋̉̀̅̈͑̇̽̆͋͛͌̌̀̆̊̐̇͛͐̉̎͒̃̃̐͒̆̀̑͒͋̔͌͛̓̚̚̕̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝i̵̧̨̨̧̢̧̧̨̧̡̨̧̧̧̢̧̢̡̛͕͉̭̘͍̝̮̰̼̫̪͔̺͕̟̠̜̫̪̜̻̘͍̥̻͖̰̫͙̖̩̮̭̼͕͓͔̹͕̖̞̥̻̻̝̖͇̭͈̥̟͙̪̬̻͕̜̣͓̙̠̮̬̟̖̞̥̻̳͈̹̫̬̠̫͇͙̣̹̯͖̝̖̬̪͙̤͍̟̣̜̝̩̘̙̬̖͎̝̳͎͆̊͆͑̄̎̔̄͌̐̐̐͑̄͂̾͂̇̽͒̐̽͒͋̋̀͑̿̀͛̂̃̃̽̀̎͆̒̔̄͜͝͝ͅͅn̸̡̢̡̢̧̨̢̡̡̧̢̡̡̨̧̡̡̢̞̦͎̫̳̙̭͇̪̬̤̘̜͎͓̭͙̬̰͇͉̻̣͓͓̺̟͈͉̦̼̳̟̱̺͔̟̝̙͕͔̹̰̖̝͈̝̬͚͖͓̠̞̥̪͚͎̪̞̗̖̫̬̮̮͍̼̪̘̙̦̞̲̭̭͎͚̗̱̖̙̻̺̠̱͍͓̗͖̦͔̜̘̼̞͔̙͙̲͎͈͔̹̠͖̳͎̮̹̫̼̞̲͇̲̲̜̥͖̥͓̲̫͈̞̘̞̮̮̫̲̤͎͈͉̖̠̮̮̦̜̝̖̘̦̹̙͔̝̘̞͕͖͙̤̝̒͛̄̈́̑̃̀̑̅̀̔͗̀̀͛̈͆̑̄͆̒͒͛̒͐͗̿́͘͘̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͠ͅd̷̢̨̡̡̧̧̧̧̡̨̧̢̡͓̩̝͈͉̦̤̹͉̱̖͉̣͇̪͖̖̮̙̭̺̺̣̟̜̰̳̫̰̹͚̺͔̣͎̫̼̥̠͈͚̪̣͔̜̙̦̻̰̮̹̥͔̯̮͔͓̩͉̠̯̥͇̮̟̖̪̯̜̘͖͕̩̤͙̘̻͇̭͚͔͍͎̞̤̮̜̞̜̯̮͍̣̱̗͚̼̞̩̥̘̻̬͍̺̖̦͚͍̪͍̻̼͉̲̺̪͙̺͈͖̰̺̠̞̳͉̜̙̦̠̘̥͍͓̖̖̲̹̞̥̗́̓̉̓̒̉͒̑̂̃̒̌̾̿́͌̔̀̂͆̀̃́̅̅̈̑͑̓̈́́̿̿̂͒̍̀̎̇̎̄̆̉̈̎̔̑̊̆͗̌̎͋̒͗̾͑̏̐̔͐̓͆̃̃̑̓̀̓̆̍̈́͒̊͛͗̈́͑̑̑̂̑͒͗̋̏̎͂̽̅̑́̈́͂́̽́̈́̌̀́̿̍́̈́̈͘͘̕͘̕͘͘̚͘̕̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ "

( Translates to Draft of Wind in Dutch. )

He blasted off right as he leaped. The same time as the last time he had to fly, but this time, it was with confidence and control.

Without anyone whispering in his ears. Or any help. Without an ally. But with a beating heart.

A heart would stop. It didn't matter if it was the Archangel's or the Apprentice's.

Death comes, and it collects it's due.

" I promise." Lucifer subconsciously made a vow to himself, while collecting the still air in his mouth.

" Time to end this, Micheal. No more tricks. A battle to the death." His battle mode sunk into his mind as his body sizzled with new-found power.

*****

The monster had woken completely, devouring Micheal's consciousness of reality.

As it awaited the one way it could escape this strange world.

Kill the one responsible. Or win the battle to end this instantly.

*****