The air crackled with tension as the fake Azazel stood before Shinchū, his smirk unwavering. He slowly extended his hand, and a surge of energy burst forth, coalescing into a crimson spear crackling with divine energy.
"The Spear of Longinus…" Shinchū muttered, his wings twitching in anticipation. "So, you're willing to go this far?"
Azazel's smirk widened as dark mist swirled around him, his control over Akuma's body becoming absolute. Akuma's eyes darkened, his body moving against his will as the spear pulsed with overwhelming power.
Shinchū lunged forward first, his clawed hands cutting through the air like scythes. Azazel countered effortlessly, his movements fluid as he blocked each strike with the legendary spear. Their clash sent shockwaves rippling through the landscape, shaking the very foundation of the Beelzebub clan's sacred forest grounds.
Explosions of energy erupted as the two titans exchanged blows, their battle carving deep scars into the earth. Trees were uprooted, the ground cracked, and entire sections of the forest were swallowed by darkness. The very sky above them flickered as if struggling to contain the raw destructive force being unleashed.
The younglings of the Beelzebub clan, scattered across the vast forest, felt the disturbance. Drawn by the spectacle, they gathered in the trees, their eyes wide with shock and awe. They whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of the battle before them.
Azazel let out a low chuckle, gripping the spear tighter as he sent out a devastating thrust aimed at Shinchū's core. The divine insect twisted his body, barely dodging the attack, but the sheer force of the spear's energy ripped through part of his exoskeleton. Shinchū retaliated immediately, summoning a swarm of cursed insects to devour Azazel's form, but the spear of Longinus emitted a brilliant light, incinerating them instantly.
The battle continued to escalate. Half of the sacred forest had already been erased from existence, leaving behind only scorched ruins and swirling mist. Shinchū, despite his resilience, found himself slowly being pushed back. Azazel's power was overwhelming, his control over Akuma's body pushing it to its absolute limits.
As Shinchū prepared to deliver a decisive blow, a powerful voice echoed through the battlefield. A figure, cloaked in regal robes, stepped forward—one of the high-ranking servants of the Beelzebub main family.
"Enough! The ceremony is to be halted immediately!"
Both combatants froze as the presence of the main family's servant sent a wave of pressure through the area. The younglings watching from the trees gasped, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Azazel's smirk faltered for a moment before he chuckled. "Tch… It seems our fun has been cut short."
Shinchū straightened, retracting his wings slightly. He eyed the servant warily before turning his gaze back to Azazel.
The battle had ended, but the consequences of this fight would ripple throughout the Beelzebub clan. And the ceremony was far from over.