Bab 34: Demon Lord!
Maxim soared across the gap between jagged peaks, his coat snapping in the fiery winds as he landed atop a narrow ledge.
Just as he steadied himself, a blur of shadows pounced from the rocks, eyes gleaming like embers and claws slicing through the air. Demonic jaguars, rippling with hellish energy, lunged from the crevices, moving with lethal intent as they tried to kill him.
Without missing a beat, Maxim raised Ebony and Ivory, firing a multitude of rapid shots that tore into the jaguars mid-leap.
Each bullet struck with pinpoint accuracy, ripping through the creatures' thick hides and exploding them in mid-air. Black blood rained down, staining the rocks as he vaulted to the next peak, firing with practiced precision.
One of the jaguars snarled, leaping from below and aiming for his legs. Maxim flipped and dropped low, meeting it mid-air with a fist crackling with concentrated demonic energy.
His brutal punch connected with the creature's skull, and in an instant, its body detonated, spraying shards of bone and sinew into the infernal wind. The shockwave echoed across the peaks, but he didn't stop.
Another leap, another ledge, another jaguar dispatched with an effortless shot or brutal strike. One by one, the creatures fell, their bodies bursting into clouds of darkness, until the jagged peaks stood quiet once more.
Maxim stood on top of the jagged cliff, looking outwards as he saw the infernal landscape before him like a war ravaged domain. Rivers of lava flowed through the rugged terrain, whilst he could see mountains piercing the blood-red sky.
[ Name - Maxim Novikov ]
[ Race - Radiant Human ]
[ Character Integration:
- Dante: 21%
Fully Integrated Characters:
- Omen: 100%
- Killjoy 100%
- Astra: 100%
Maxim looked at the template. Over the past few days, his assimilation rate with the Dante Template had rapidly increased. He had been constantly receiving more and more demonic power.
His current powers intensified, his muscles felt much more powerful and his combat senses grew sharper as he assimilated more and more. Maxim flexed his hand, feeling the raw, demonic energy coursing just beneath the skin, ready to be unleashed.
Once he finished testing his new powers, Maxim looked across the skies, focusing on a distant clearing where he could very clearly see dark silhouettes gathered.
A demonic congregation, assembled for their dark rituals, the perfect proving ground for his newfound power. He set his sights on the gathering, leaping from the mountain's edge.
He landed in silence, his figure shrouded in shadows as he crept through the twisted forest. There were various demonic insects and animals in his path, which he had to kill in order to keep the secrecy going.
As Maxim approached closer, the demonic congregation's guttural chants grew louder, filling the air with an unholy cadence that vibrated through the ground.
When Maxim approached the edge of the clearing, he saw them. Dozens of demons, each more grotesque than the last.
Hulking creatures with massive horns, smaller, scurrying demons with insect-like limbs, and towering brutes clad in molten rock armor.
At the center of this congregation, a massive creature presided, with gnarled wings, and scales shimmering like obsidian. Its blazing red eyes, sockets filled with seething hellfire, regarded the crowd with ruthless authority.
Maxim grinned. This was precisely what he had been searching for.
Without hesitation, he charged forward, lunging right into battle. He unleashed a torrent of bullets from Ebony and Ivory, each shot fueled by intense demonic energy.
The bullets tore through the air with a furious whistle, piercing through the twisted flesh of the demons, leaving trails of dark smoke and searing wounds.
Shrieks filled the air as demons fell, one after another, staining the cracked ground with blackened blood. Every single step Maxim took ignited the ground , creating a blaze of Hellfire that burned the bodies of dead enemies to ash.
Seeing their comrades fall, the demons scattered before regrouping, their snarls echoing with renewed rage. They surged toward him in a relentless wave, claws slashing and jaws snapping.
Maxim darted forward, shifting between corporeal and incorporeal states as he phased through attacks, his form a blur as he weaved through the crowd. Still, his incorporeal state left barrages of hellfire to burn the attacking enemies.
He had unlocked HellFire once reaching 20% Assimilation with Dante, and it was quite useful when engaging in battle with multiple enemies.
As he moved forward, Rebellion appeared in Maxim's hand, pulsing with a faint glow. In one fluid motion, he sliced through three demons, watching as their bodies fell to the ground in a grotesque heap.
He spun, delivering a crushing blow to a brute attempting to flank him, severing its arm and impaling it through the chest. It stumbled back, writhing in agony, as he finished it with a demonic-infused shot from Ebony to the head.
Unleashing a blast of telekinetic energy, he scattered a group of demons that attempted to swarm him, watching as their bodies collided with the trees, shattering into pieces.
One of the larger demons, a towering beast with iron-like skin and glowing yellow eyes, let out a furious roar, charging at Maxim with all the force of a raging bull. Maxim sidestepped its lunge, grabbing its arm mid-motion and twisting, feeling the satisfying snap of bone.
He brought Rebellion down in a brutal arc, cleaving through the creature's skull with a satisfying crunch, leaving it crumpled at his feet.
As the battle raged on, Maxim got more and more comfortable with Dante's abilities, systematically picking off his opponents with precise strikes.
Then, as he was almost done with all the enemies, from the shadows, the towering demon lord emerged, a beast of terrifying proportions.
This demon stood over twelve feet tall, its body a mass of muscular, rock-hard flesh covered in glowing sigils that pulsed with a sickly red light. Long horns spiraled from its head, and its eyes burned with the dark fury of a thousand tortured souls.
This was the boss, and judging from the fear-stricken expressions of the remaining demons, he ruled over them all.
"Interloper," the demon lord growled, its voice like the crackling of infernal flames. "You think you can challenge me? I will feast on your soul."
Maxim chuckled, unfased, "I'm counting on it."
The demon lord charged with a speed belying its massive form, slashing at Maxim with clawed hands the size of boulders. Maxim dodged, feeling the rush of air as the claws narrowly missed.
In response, he leapt forward, swinging Rebellion with all his might. The sword clashed against the demon's arm, sending sparks flying, but the creature's thick hide absorbed the blow with only a minor wound.
The demon roared and swung again, forcing Maxim to phase out of reach before launching a barrage of bullets from Ebony and Ivory. The bullets struck the demon's hide, digging deep into the flesh.
Sensing the creature's resistance, Maxim focused his energy, channeling the demonic power within him.
Dark energy swirled around him, and with a fierce shout, he unleashed a devastating slash from Rebellion, this time imbued with the power of his demonic might. The blade carved deep into the demon's side, and black blood sprayed into the air as the demon let out a bellow of agony.
The demon lord retaliated, summoning a wave of hellfire that surged toward Maxim in a wall of burning heat.
Maxim this time didn't even bother to dodge, just overpowering the demon and taking control of the HellFire himself, sending it swarming back to the Demon, ruthlessly burning it.
"~GRUAAAAAHHHH!" The Demon roared ferociously as it was burned by the HellFire, going into an absolute frenzy as it attacked Maxim senselessly, sending ferocious blow after blow.
Maxim moved with a blend of elegance and savagery, dodging the demon lord's relentless attacks and retaliating with brutal strike, and landing deadly shots when he could.
Finally, the demon lord began to falter, leaving its frenzied state as its movements grew sluggish, its roars weaker. Seizing his moment, Maxim gathered every ounce of demonic power within him, channeling it into one final, earth-shattering strike.
With a mighty leap, he brought Rebellion down, cleaving through the demon's chest and piercing its heart. The creature let out a final, shuddering roar before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Maxim stood over the fallen body, panting, his mind still racing from the thrill of the battle. He leaned down, placing a hand on the demon's skull, and using his telepathy, he forced his way into the demon's mind, searching for the information he needed.
The demon's memories flooded into his mind, revealing the location of the Hell Lord that ruled this domain, a creature of unimaginable power who resided in a fortress deep within the heart of the Hell Dimension. Satisfied, Maxim withdrew his hand and straightened.
He looked down at the demon lord's corpse, a smirk playing on his lips. With a swift motion, he raised Ebony and fired a final shot into the creature's head, ensuring it would never rise again.
With his new information, Maxim set his sights on the distant fortress, ready to head there and battle a Hell Lord.
Bab 35: Yelena!
Maxim was already on the move, the infernal wind howling around him as it carried the stench if sulfur and decay. Molten lava flowing through the rugged terrain like veins as he moved towards his destination.
After killing that Demon Lord, he had made the conscious decision to save some of its blood. Maxim didn't know exactly what he would do with the blood in the future, but it could potentially be useful, and there was no harm in keeping it.
Maxim was still browsing through the memories of the Demon Lord he killed, and had smiled when he saw which of the Hell Lords this particular realm had belonged too.
It was Satannish, a relatively lesser-known Hell Lord in the Marvel Universe, though he is still a significant demonic figure. From what Alex knew, Satannish was one of the weaker Hell Lords when compared to figures like Mephisto and Dormammu.
From what he knew, Satannish was created by Dormammu, who placed him as an undercover agent inside the Hell-Lords, and he had similar personality traits to the other Hell Lords, like cruelty, arrogance and a love for manipulation.
Maxim wondered how their meeting would go. By time he arrived at Satannish, his assimilation would the Dante Template would've reached an extremely high level, and he was sure at that point he'd be able to put Satannish down.
His mind swirled with all those kinds of thoughts as he walked through the desolate plains of the Hell Domain, the ground beneath his boots ever cracking and scorched by the ever present HellFlames.
As he moved forward, his senses flared - Danger!
Without warning, the ground trembled violently. A massive shadow passed overhead, and Maxim glanced up just in time to see the Demon Dragon swooping down from the ash-filled sky, its obsidian-black wings spread wide, fire glowing between its teeth.
The beast let out a thunderous roar, hurling a torrent of fire toward Maxim.
Maxim didn't flinch. He dashed to the side with lightning reflexes, dodging the inferno as it scorched the place where he stood moments before.
Ebony and Ivory were already in his hands, and he fired rapid bursts of demonic-charged bullets at the creature. Each shot struck true, but the Dragon's thick, molten scales survived under the barrage. Its glowing eyes locked onto Maxim, enraged.
The beast charged at him, claws digging into the ground as it surged forward, trying to crush him with sheer size. Maxim vaulted upward, flipping over the Dragon's snapping jaws.
As he descended, Rebellion materialized in his hand, the massive sword gleaming with demonic power.
With a powerful downward slash, Maxim drove the blade deep into the Dragon's shoulder, ripping through scales and sinew. The creature howled in agony, thrashing wildly, trying to shake him off.
Maxim held on, using the momentum to leap onto its back. With a swift, brutal motion, he ripped Rebellion free, black blood spraying from the wound.
The Demon Dragon reared back, twisting its neck to snap at him. Maxim slid down its spine and dropped low to avoid the bite, then slammed his fist into the creature's flank, a surge of demonic energy exploding from the impact.
The Dragon's side buckled, sending cracks through its armor-like scales.
It let out one final roar of defiance, wings flaring as it prepared to take to the skies again, sending out a concentrated blast of fire.
Maxim just stood his ground and flashed with Rebellion, cutting straight through the fire and protecting himself. He could feel the intense waves of the Dragons HellFlames surrounding him as he cut it apart from the middle, yet he didn't budge.
Finally, once he saw an angle for attack, he dodged to the side, sending the ferocious flames rampaging behind him, and Maxim leapt forward, Rebellion poised, and with one clean strike, he severed the Dragon's head from its body.
But Maxim was faster. He leapt forward, Rebellion poised, and in one clean strike, he severed the Dragon's head from its body.
The massive form crumbled to the ground with a thunderous crash, blood pooling beneath its lifeless corpse. Maxim stood amidst the smoke and ash, Rebellion at his side, eyes fixed on the remains of the once-mighty beast.
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Meanwhile
The tension in the narrow alleyway was palpable as Wanda's glowing hands illuminated the space, her red Chaos Magic swirling with power. Pietro stood beside her, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he stretched, preparing for the inevitable battle.
The Red Room agents were closing in, their movements precise and calculated, weapons drawn. The blonde assassin in the black combat suit was calm, almost cold, as she sized up Wanda and Pietro.
"They've been brainwashed," Wanda whispered to Pietro, her voice carrying the weight of the lives before them, "We need to be careful. We're not here to kill them."
Pietro's blue eyes glinted with understanding. "Got it, sis. Let's show them what we've learned."
Before the Red Room agents could launch their attack, Pietro blurred into motion, disappearing from sight for a moment, only to reappear amidst the group, disarming several of them in an instant. Guns clattered to the ground, and the agents were left with nothing but hand-to-hand combat as an option.
Maxim had trained Wanda & Pietro in not just using their powers, but also the basic of Hand-To-Hand Combat and how to effectively analyze a battlefield.
Wanda raised her hands, her Chaos Magic surging with intent. She released a burst of energy that surged forward like a wave, knocking back a group of agents without causing them harm.
The force was enough to disorient them, buying Pietro time to move them further from the battle.
The leader, however, was unfazed. She moved swiftly, aiming a precise strike at Wanda, but the Scarlet Witch was ready. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a shimmering shield of magic, blocking the blow and countering with a pulse of energy that sent Yelena skidding back, though she stayed on her feet, impressively agile for a Human.
Wanda's powers crackled in the air as she released another wave of magic, this time targeting the minds of the remaining agents.
She reached into their subconscious, searching for the layers of conditioning and control that bound them to the Red Room.
It was a delicate process, but Maxim had constantly be giving her tips on how to more effectively invade minds, and she was putting those tips to good use here.
Slowly but surely, the agents' movements began to falter as Wanda's magic worked to loosen the grip of their brainwashing.
The leader, however, was more resilient. She fought through the mental intrusion, her body tensing as she resisted Wanda's influence. But Pietro was there, moving faster than she could react. He appeared behind her, tapping her on the shoulder with a smirk before delivering a light blow that sent her stumbling forward.
"Not bad," he remarked, "But you're outnumbered."
Wanda stepped forward, her eyes glowing with power. She placed her hands together, releasing a focused stream of Chaos Magic that enveloped the leader, breaking through the last of her mental defenses.
Yelena's body went limp for a moment, her eyes flickering as the grip of the Red Room's control finally faded and she passed out.
The rest of the agents collapsed to the ground, no longer a threat.
A.N.G.E.L.'s voice chimed in through their earpieces, calm as always. "Well done. The leader of this group is Yelena Belova, someone on Maxim's watch list. It is imperative that she, and the rest of the agents, be taken to a secure location where you can fully remove their brainwashing."
Wanda looked down at Yelena, who was passed out, "Where do we take them?"
"I've found an unused house in the countryside, far from prying eyes," A.N.G.E.L. responded. "I'll send the location coordinates to your devices. Proceed with caution. We don't want to attract any attention."
Pietro sighed, glancing at the group of now-unconscious Red Room agents. "Guess we've got some clean-up to do."
Wanda smiled softly, her determination still burning brightly. "We'll make sure they're free. All of them."
With A.N.G.E.L. guiding them, the twins began moving all of these unconscious agents to the safe-house A.N.G.E.L have provided for them, ready to continue onto the next phase of their mission to take down the Red Room.
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Thanks for reading, just a question.
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