When the sea of black flames released by Og'tharoz's right hand finally calmed down, the battlefield above the destroyed capitol looked like another place.
The thousands of pieces of debris were quickly taken over by the most intense fire they had ever seen and Og'tharoz, in the midst of it all, was like a theater actor in the middle of the stage under the intense spotlights. He must have been the only living thing in the midst of all that fire, no other person or creature could survive, at least not by directly touching that fire consumed by darkness.
Nevertheless, this was no ordinary battle and Belial was far from being an enemy who follows the basic logic of things. For this reason, when he reappeared, walking with his arms open in the midst of the fire, Og'tharoz was not surprised. However, there was something different about Belial this time. His body was as red as fire and his horns were showing, a truly demonic appearance.
"You didn't think you could defeat me with my own skill, did you? Do you have any idea how many times I've burned myself practicing it? It's obvious that my resistance to black flames is at a level far above any living being, so I'll also be able to resist any tricks you have."
Even after everything, Belial had a superb smile on his face as he spoke. He knew he was stronger than Og'tharoz by now.
"I'm... what did they really call you? The strongest spear and the most powerful shield?" Belial questioned and then let out a breath of air through his nose in mockery. "To me, those titles are nonsense, because just hearing my name makes everyone feel afraid and that should be enough for a demon."
An indomitable fury burned in Og'tharoz's eyes. Every word Belial spoke was like a sharp blade cutting deep into his soul and he didn't know if Belial was telling the truth or not.
"You lie!" roared Og'tharoz, his voice echoing across the burning battlefield.
Belial only smiled, his eyes sparking with malice. "The truth hurts, doesn't it? But don't worry, you'll have all eternity to mourn, just like she's doing. I bet that of all those condemned to live forever in the first circle of hell, she's the one the demons like to torment the most."
The heat increased as Og'tharoz, unable to contain his fury, advanced towards Belial. The black flames extended like claws towards his enemy, but Belial remained impassive. He could resist without any problems.
"What have you done to her, Belial!!!?" roared Og'tharoz, his voice echoing through the flames. "Explain yourself!!!"
Belial laughed, a guttural laugh that reverberated across the battlefield. "Oh, you didn't know...? No, there's no way you didn't know, but I said it loud and clear so you'd remember. Before I met you, Luna, your beloved wife, was an adventurer and warrior in the Tretidian Army. She fought in very bloody battles, killed thousands, and among them many innocents, many young people who were forcibly fighting their first battles. She had no pity and no regrets, and since she didn't die in battle, she didn't go to Valhalla, nor will she ever."
Og'tharoz felt a knot forming in his chest. The image of his beloved suffering at the hands of Belial and the lesser demons of the first circle was unbearable. He tried to control the rage that threatened to consume him, but his hands were shaking with fury.
"You lie!" he shouted, advancing towards Belial with impressive speed. "Tell me the truth, you damned demon!"
Belial deftly dodged Og'tharoz's attack, laughing as he avoided the furious onslaught. "The truth hurts, doesn't it? You, Surtr's great favorite in the past, are incapable of protecting those you love! HAHARHAHA!"
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