The Duke's Passion



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"Ahhh!!!"

Samael shouted as he launched continuous attacks toward his opponent. His attacks grew fiercer, stronger, and faster with the intent of killing the demon right here and now. But alas, no matter how fierce, strong, or fast his attacks were, they didn't faze the demon.

"Ilahaha!" the demon laughed, taking Samael's blind determination as adorable. 'Are you truly giving your all, Pride?"

"Shut up!" Samael jumped from the rock he landed on, thrusting his sword forward. "I will -"

Samael's breath hitched as he stopped midair. He hung in the air, holding the handle of his sword. On the tip of the blade were two gigantic fingers, holding Catharsis, that stopped Samael's fierce attack.

"I asked you, boy. Is this all you got?" the demon tilted its head down, gazing at the small figure hanging by the sword.

Samael ground his teeth, knowing there was no damn way he could pull out this from between the demon's fingers.

"Pride..." the demon snickered, and the blade between his index and thumb trembled. "... I know what you are - I know who you are. You might not know it, but I watched you grow up into a mighty warrior. This is not all."

Samael's eyes went wide as cracks appeared on the blade of his sword. Catharsis was one of the most powerful weapons in the world. Just like Fabian's weapon, Maleficent, only a selected person could wield it.

To be fair, Lilou wouldn't even wield Catharsis if not for Samael. Catharsis has its own consciousness, choosing its wielder and master. In other words, Catharsis wouldn't break even if it clashed against diamonds.

But now...

SNAP!

Samael's breath hitched as his world slowed down, falling from the air with pieces of his sword with him. A swordsman's sword was the extension of their limbs. Watching Catharsis break into countless pieces was akin to losing a dear friend.

"Catharsis..." whispered Samael, his heart thudding wildly against his chest.

Time licked to its original motion when the demon's laughter pierced the stifling silence. The demon parted its fingers, letting the other parts of the blade fall.

"What a feeble weapon - haha! Since when did the Grimsbanne use weapons that aren't theirs?" The demon laughed and laughed, setting its eyes on the falling Samael. "Do not mock this blood that had cursed me time and time again!"

The demon pulled its big arm, balling its dark hand into a tight fist. Without having a second hesitation, the demon launched its first in Samael's direction. Samael was still mindlessly staring at his broken sword when the massive shadow of the demon's fist hovered over him.

It was too late when Samael snapped back to the current lapse.

BOOGSH!!

"I do not see the pride in this, Pride!" cheered the demon, launching his other first at Samael. "If you do not accept who you are, then allow me to force you, Pride!"

The demon happily attacked Samael, pulverizing the latter on the ground. It didn't stop hammering Samael, digging a deeper and deeper hole every time its huge fist made contact with the floor. Its laughter echoed, making the surface tremble.

"Pride!!" shouted the Demon once again, retrieving its fist only to prepare it for another powerful strike. "Come out and show your true self! Let me fight what a chosen seed is like!" Samacl, who was plunged deep into the concrete, grunted in pain. He was beaten mercilessly, but thanks to his build, he survived the previous attacks.

When Samael reopened his eyes, his breath hitched. A dark aura formed around the demon's incoming fist until it looked like a giant metal sphere. His eyes popped open, telling his body to dodge. If that attack hit him, Samael was certain it would certainly break every bone in his body.

Samael barely shielded himself from the punches he inflicted just now, reducing the damage. And by reducing damage, it meant NOT dying,

'Move, was what his brain screamed at him. 'Rollover!'

"I can't," came out a whisper with his lower lips trembling. "I can't... move!"

Samael gulped, hearing its echo in his car. He tried moving his arm and legs, almost screaming for his body to listen to his mind. But alas, his body wouldn't move.

"Lilou," Samael whispered once again, holding his breath as he watched the gigantic fist grow closer and closer. Time slowed down once again for him, having all these unwelcome flashbacks rewinding right before his eyes.

Ile heard that once a person was at death's door, they would have flashbacks of their life. Thus, he disliked the sudden appearance of the memories he had with his family. He couldn't stop them, though.

Samael could count the times life challenged him; he could remember that one time he felt helpless, and that was when Lilou went into a long coma. That happened twice. This situation left him powerless and helpless, but it was definitely different from the past.

He might not see his wife and children again.

"I can't..." he told himself with a shaking voice, channeling every bit of strength in his body. "... move... move... move, Samael!!!"

Samael shouted at the top of his lungs, managing to roll over to his side. But it wasn't enough. Ile had to move further, or at least jump. The demon's fist was massive; this short distance wouldn't save Samael.

"I have to... I can't die... here..." Samael crawled away, disregarding how pitiful he looked.

It was too late.

His entire body froze as a cold chill ran as silence suddenly rang in both his cars. Samacl looked back with wide cyes, only to see the massive knuckle two meters from him.

He couldn't do it.

In just a few seconds, that knuckle would hit him and Samael was well aware it would crush him. "Samael Grimsbanne!!! Just right before the demon's fist could hit Samael, the demon roared. "Farewell!"

Samael's breath hitched as soon as the demon's voice rang out in his ear, but alas, everything just stopped for Samael. His mind, his heart, and even his breathing stopped for a second, unable to process his incoming doom.

BOOOGSH!

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