Gregory stood outside the towering walls of Castle Goth, the twisted structure looming against the eternal crimson sky. The corrupted air buzzed with the presence of countless demons lurking within the cursed fortress.
But Gregory wasn't here to sneak around.
He planted his feet, raising his massive Orange Devil Mace over his shoulder, the weapon glowing with malevolent energy. With a twisted grin, he slammed it into the ground.
BOOM!
The earth cracked and trembled beneath the devastating blow, sending a shockwave that echoed through the darkened land. Pieces of the castle's exterior crumbled from the sheer force.
Gregory laughed, his voice deep and thunderous.
"Come on, Asmo!" He bellowed. "Is this pathetic castle the best you've got?"
He slammed the mace once more, causing further destruction. The castle's towers groaned as cracks crept along its blackened walls.
"Or maybe..." Gregory sneered, his eyes gleaming. "Your demons are too afraid to face me!"
The insult struck a nerve. From the depths of the twisted fortress, a monstrous roar erupted.
A sea of poisonous demons emerged, their twisted bodies writhing with toxic fumes. Their eyes burned with hatred, the mention of Asmo's name being mocked driving them into a frenzy.
They were grotesque, monstrous beasts — their fangs dripping with venom, claws radiating a greenish glow.
"You dare insult Lord Asmo!" One demon growled.
"We will tear you apart!" Another screeched.
But Gregory only grinned.
"That's more like it."
As the demonic horde charged toward him, the ground trembling beneath their stampede, Gregory's laughter grew.
With a feral roar, Gregory swung his mace, sending a wave of devastating energy that obliterated the first wave of demons.
"Devil Mace Shock!"
The cleaving force split the air, severing anything in its path. Bodies were sent flying, vanishing into dark mist.
The demons persisted, hundreds pouring from the gates. But Gregory's grin only widened.
He spun his mace with monstrous strength, the sheer momentum tearing through entire clusters of demons. Poison dripped from their shattered forms, yet it was no match for his overwhelming might.
"Devil Mace Smash!"
BOOM!
The ground ruptured beneath his blow, demons vaporized in a single catastrophic impact. The poisonous mist lingered in the air, but Gregory remained unfazed. He thrived in the chaos.
"More! Come on! Is that all you've got?" He roared.
With every devastating swing, Gregory laughed louder, consumed by the sheer thrill of destruction. He stomped through the demolished remains of the demon horde, their bodies dissolving into nothingness.
But in his frenzy, he had hardly realized—
He was now raiding the castle itself.
The once ominous structure was now trembling, sections collapsing as Gregory's destructive path continued.
Back inside the throne room, Asmo remained seated, watching Patricia with amused curiosity. However, his grin faded when she suddenly drew her bow.
"Patricia," he sneered. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"
She didn't answer. Instead, her eyes gleamed with delight.
"Fairy Shot."
WHOOSH!
A shimmering, violet arrow soared through the air, glowing with radiant yet corrupted fairy energy. The projectile struck dangerously close to Asmo, shattering a nearby pillar into dust.
The Demon General's smirk twisted into irritation.
"Are you seriously trying to kill me?"
Patricia grinned innocently, drawing another arrow. "Oh, Asmo... I'm just testing my powers."
She pulled back the bowstring, the ominous energy swirling with greater intensity.
"If you're lucky enough to survive..." She giggled. "You get to live. But I expect more from a so-called Demon General. You're not going to die from a little test, are you?"
Asmo's eyes narrowed, the insult stoking his pride. "You insolent little wretch."
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
A volley of arrows rained toward him. But Asmo was no fool. With a flick of his hand, a surge of black energy erupted, deflecting them mid-air. The poisoned mist around him swirled ominously.
"If it's a test you want," he growled, rising from his throne. "Then let's see how long you last."
Dark tendrils slithered from Asmo's hands, the poison fusing with his demonic energy. It oozed through the air, burning everything it touched.
Patricia remained unfazed, gracefully dodging the tendrils. Her elegant movements were quick, the Fairy Bow glowing with fierce energy.
But Asmo was relentless.
He lunged, hurling a wave of corrupted mist toward her.
"Toxic Pulse!"
The poison shot forward like a tsunami, threatening to consume her.
"Fairy Agility!"
Patricia flickered away, evading the blast just in time. But Asmo was fast. The moment she reappeared, his claws were already slashing toward her.
"Too slow," he spat.
The impact sent her crashing into the wall, cracking the ancient stone. She winced, the force rattling through her bones.
Asmo chuckled darkly.
"Testing your powers, are we?" His eyes gleamed. "Perhaps you should've trained harder."
But Patricia's grin never wavered.
She wiped the blood from her lips. "Oh, Asmo..."
The glow of her Fairy Bow surged once more.
"You think that's enough to put me down?" she sneered. "You clearly don't know how stubborn I am."
Asmo scoffed. "Stubborn? No. You're simply delusional."
But before he could mock her further—
"Fairy Trap."
In an instant, the air around Asmo shimmered, glowing with thousands of violet-tinted arrows that materialized in a circular formation. They hovered ominously, their tips glowing with destructive energy.
"What—?" Asmo's eyes darted around. "You think this pathetic display will scare me?"
Patricia's grin widened.
"No. But it will hurt you."
"Activate."
The circle collapsed, sending every single arrow straight toward Asmo, encasing him in a glowing prison. The arrows converged at the center —
BOOM!
A colossal explosion erupted, shaking the castle walls. Dust and shattered debris filled the air. Asmo was thrown backward, his dark form crashing into the fractured throne.
But Patricia wasn't done.
"Fairy Shot!"
A volley of glowing arrows rained down from her bow, striking Asmo repeatedly. Each impact ignited small bursts of corrupted fairy energy, burning through his toxic aura.
Asmo grunted in pain, barely having time to retaliate. But Patricia's relentless assault continued.
"Fairy Barrage!"
A glowing magic circle appeared beneath her, arrows materializing from its center. In seconds, they launched in rapid succession like a violent storm. Each shot pierced through the air, smashing into Asmo with devastating force.
"You miserable brat!" Asmo snarled, summoning a barrier of poisonous mist to shield himself. But cracks formed under the endless barrage, and the shield shattered.
"Fairy Exploding Shot!"
Patricia pulled back her bowstring, gathering immense power. The arrow gleamed with a fiery violet hue, crackling with corrupted energy.
"Good luck surviving this."
She released the shot. The moment the arrow struck Asmo, a massive explosion engulfed him, sending light energy rippling across the throne room.
"ARGH!" Asmo's agonized cry echoed through the ruins.
But Patricia wasn't finished.
"Fairy Corruption Beam."
With an eerie smirk, she planted her feet, channeling her powers into her bow. A wicked surge of violet light coursed through her weapon. The air distorted as a single massive arrow formed — its corrupted presence radiating sheer destruction.
"Try blocking this one, Asmo."
She fired.
The corrupted beam streaked through the air like a meteor, consuming everything in its path. The sheer pressure forced Asmo to his knees as he desperately summoned a swirling vortex of poisonous mist to counter it.
The two forces collided. But Patricia's dark beam overwhelmed the toxic mist, sending Asmo flying into the far wall.
He slumped to the ground, panting, his body scorched and trembling.
But as Patricia stepped forward, preparing for another shot, Asmo's eyes burned with sudden fury.
"Enough!"
A black wave of energy erupted from his body. The throne room trembled as the poison expanded, filling the air with unbearable venom. The toxic mist twisted and lashed out, binding Patricia in place.
"You... miserable insect!" Asmo staggered forward, his grin widening with dark satisfaction. "I win. You're nothing but a weakling."
Patricia's body remained motionless, her head slumped forward.
"Pathetic." Asmo laughed maniacally. "You thought you could stand against a Demon General? Foolish."
But then—
"Who said I lost?"
A violet arrow suddenly pierced straight into Asmo's eye. He roared in pain, clutching his bleeding face.
Patricia lifted her head, her eyes blazing with twisted amusement.
"Just kidding."
Asmo stumbled, horrified. "But... how?"
"I'm immune," she said with a grin. "Your poison doesn't work on me. And you were foolish enough to believe otherwise."
Patricia raised her bow one last time, the fairy energy surging through her entire being. The once violet glow now burned with an overwhelming brilliance, distorting the air around her.
The castle walls trembled. The sky above darkened. Even the mist recoiled in fear.
"This one's special." Patricia's voice dripped with malicious satisfaction. "You should feel honored."
"Fairy Corruption Nova."
The arrow she nocked grew enormous, pulsating with chaotic power. It crackled and twisted, the sheer pressure warping the space around it.
Asmo's eyes widened. "No... no! You wouldn't!"
"I would."
Patricia released the arrow.
FWOOOOOOM!
The projectile ripped through the air like a comet, engulfing Asmo in a devastating explosion of violet. The force shattered the remaining walls of the throne room, sending shockwaves through the castle.
Asmo's scream was drowned out by the overwhelming burst of energy. The explosion consumed him entirely, leaving nothing but scorched ruins behind.
Patricia stood amidst the rubble, her bow still glowing faintly. She grinned, satisfied with her handiwork.
"Hmph. Insulting me was your first mistake."
Her eyes gleamed dangerously. "Hearing it from a weakling like you? That's what enrages me."
She threw her head back and laughed. A twisted, maniacal laugh that echoed through the remains of the castle.
"Weaklings like you deserve nothing less than total annihilation."