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The corridor reeked of blood and rot as Liam and Zatanna stepped forward, their boots pressing into the filth-stained concrete of the slaughterhouse. The deeper they went, the heavier the air became, thick with the scent of decay and something far worse—power. And then, at the far end of the room, they saw him. Orabos sat upon a grotesque throne made of bone and rusted metal, an imitation of Lucifer's own throne in Lux. His massive form rested lazily against the seat, his dark, armored skin glistening under the dim red lights. His golden, slitted eyes gleamed with amusement as he drummed his clawed fingers against the skull-covered armrests. Liam scoffed. "Really? You steal Lucifer's aesthetic? You lack taste and originality." Sparda let out a dry chuckle in Liam's mind. "That's what you're mad about? Not the pile of corpses he's sitting on?" Zatanna folded her arms, unimpressed. "I guess when you know you're second-rate, you just copy the guy who runs the show." Orabos sneered. "You speak boldly, magician. And you, boy, carrying the stench of a demon… You dare mock me?" Liam smirked. "Oh, I don't just dare. I enjoy it." Orabos growled, standing from his throne. His massive frame, nearly eight feet tall, loomed over them. Muscles coiled beneath his armored hide as dark energy crackled around him. "Then you'll die enjoying it." The Battle Begins Without warning, Orabos lunged, his clawed hand swinging toward Liam's throat. Liam barely had time to dodge, twisting his body as the claws sliced through the air, narrowly missing him. Zatanna flicked her wrist, chanting a spell under her breath, and the air crackled as magical sigils flared to life. A burst of violet energy slammed into Orabos, sending him skidding back, but he barely flinched. Liam dashed forward, drawing Blaze and Satanus, firing off a rapid barrage of bullets. The enchanted rounds exploded against Orabos' armored hide, but the demon merely grunted, his skin absorbing most of the impact. "Cute," Orabos muttered before vanishing in a blur of motion. Liam barely had time to react before Orabos was behind him, swinging a massive fist. The impact sent Liam flying across the room, crashing into a pile of rusted chains and broken hooks. "Liam!" Zatanna called out before flicking her hands, summoning golden chains from the ground. They shot forward, wrapping around Orabos' legs, halting his advance. But Orabos grinned. With a single pull, he yanked the chains—and Zatanna—toward him. She gasped as she stumbled forward, but Liam recovered in time, drawing Chantinelle. The whip-sword lashed out, its bladed edges wrapping around Orabos' arm. Liam yanked, the weapon tightening like a serpent, slicing into his flesh. Orabos roared, shaking violently, trying to free himself. Liam's expression darkened. He pulled Chantinelle tighter, the demon's blood dripping onto the floor. "Not so tough now, huh?" Orabos growled and, with sheer brute strength, ripped free from the whip's grasp, leaving deep gashes in his arm. "You're starting to piss me off." Orabos charged at Zatanna, aiming to crush her under his massive fists. She raised her hands, chanting quickly, and a dome of magical energy formed around her. The demon's attack slammed against the barrier, causing it to crack. Liam took the opening. Holstering Chantinelle, he unleashed a storm of bullets from Blaze and Satanus, each shot exploding on impact. The enchanted fire from Blaze scorched Orabos' hide, while Satanus' dark energy sent shockwaves through his body. Orabos staggered, roaring in pain. Zatanna wasted no time. With a flick of her wrist, glowing chains shot from the ground again—this time wrapping around Orabos' entire body. The bindings tightened, locking him in place. He struggled, eyes burning with rage. "You—damn—witch!" Zatanna smirked. "I get that a lot." Liam cracked his neck and holstered his guns. He sprinted forward, jumping high into the air above Orabos. Time seemed to slow as he pulled Sparda from its chain form, the blade gleaming menacingly in his grasp. Liam aimed both guns downward and fired. The force of the blasts knocked Orabos' head back, exposing his throat. Then, with a chilling calmness, Liam plunged Sparda straight through Orabos' chest. The demon let out a strangled gasp as the blade pierced him, his massive body seizing up. His golden eyes widened in shock as the dark energy of Sparda devoured him from the inside. Liam twisted the sword. Orabos' body convulsed violently as black tendrils of demonic energy erupted from his form, twisting and writhing. His screams echoed through the slaughterhouse as his body slowly disintegrated. The Birth of a New Power The dark energy didn't vanish—it condensed, forming around Liam's arms. The energy coiled, shifting, taking shape. Liam stepped back, staring as a new set of gauntlets formed over his hands—sleek, dark, pulsating with raw demonic power. Twin gauntlets, covered in intricate dark engravings, now adorned Liam's hands. He flexed his fingers, feeling the overwhelming strength coursing through them. Sparda whistled. "Well, damn. That's one hell of a souvenir." Zatanna, still catching her breath, walked up beside him. "Liam…?" He didn't respond at first. He simply stared at his new weapons, the weight of what he had just done settling in. His expression was colder, more distant. Then, with a slow exhale, he clenched his fists. "It's done." Zatanna watched him carefully, concern flashing across her face. She had seen Liam fight before, but this… this was different. And she wasn't sure if she liked it. Meanwhile in a t shaped tower the maiden un Returning to Lucifer Liam and Zatanna walked through the dimly lit streets of LA, the neon lights flickering as they made their way back to Lux. The city was alive, but the silence between them was heavier than usual. Zatanna glanced at Liam, noticing how quiet he had been since the fight. His expression was colder, distant. "You okay?" she asked, nudging him lightly. Liam snapped out of his daze. "Yeah. Just thinking." Sparda's voice echoed in his mind, "Oh, don't mind him, sweetheart. He's just reflecting on how much he enjoyed slicing up those cultists." Liam clenched his jaw. Zatanna narrowed her eyes. "Liam, you just made a face. Are you talking to yourself again?" Liam sighed. "No, Z. Just… tired." Sparda snickered. "Liar. You're just upset you felt something while cutting down those humans. Poor little boy, growing up so fast." Liam muttered under his breath, "Shut up." Zatanna raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" Liam cleared his throat. "Nothing. Let's just get back." Reporting to Lucifer They entered Lux, walking past the usual crowd of demons and sinners indulging in their vices. Lucifer sat at the bar, swirling a drink lazily as they approached. "Well, well," he drawled, setting his glass down. "You're back in one piece. That's either a good sign or an incredibly boring one. Tell me, did Orabos scream?" Liam smirked. "Loudly." Lucifer chuckled. "Music to my ears." He leaned forward. "Proof?" Liam raised his hands, the twin dark gauntlets materializing over them. They pulsed with residual demonic energy. Lucifer let out an impressed whistle. "Well, damn. That's a nice souvenir. Though, I was actually referring to the two of you." He smirked. "Still reliable, I take it?" Zatanna rolled her eyes. "Not funny." Lucifer grinned. "I thought it was. But since you two survived and got me my results, I'll be generous. Take the day off. Enjoy yourselves. Go hold hands, share a milkshake—whatever it is young, repressed people do." Zatanna turned to Liam with a smirk. "Actually… that doesn't sound like a bad idea." Liam raised an eyebrow. "A milkshake?" "No, dumbass. A date." Liam grinned. "Wow, Zatanna Zatara is asking me out? Never thought I'd live to see this day." Sparda cackled in his mind. "Oh, please. If you weren't going, you'd be jerking yourself off alone tonight. Say yes before she changes her mind." Liam's smirk twitched. "Shut the hell up." Zatanna blinked. "What?" Liam coughed. "Nothing! Date sounds great. Let's go." Lucifer grinned. "Oh, this just keeps getting better." Date Night: The Human Centipede Incident Their first stop was a movie. Zatanna had let Liam pick, and for some godforsaken reason, he chose The Human Centipede. It was a mistake. Halfway through, Liam looked over at Zatanna, who was visibly pale, her hand covering her mouth. Liam swallowed hard. "You uh… wanna leave?" She nodded stiffly. Cut to them in the alley behind the theater, both hunched over, throwing up. Zatanna wiped her mouth. "I thought the slaughterhouse was bad…" Liam groaned. "Lucifer himself wouldn't put someone through that." Sparda laughed. "Oh, I don't know. I found it quite entertaining." Liam muttered, "You're a sick bastard." Zatanna frowned. "Who are you talking to?" "Uh… myself. Trauma does things, you know." She sighed. "We need a drink." The Club: Zatanna vs. Other Women Lux was packed that night, music pounding as bodies moved across the dance floor. Liam and Zatanna had already downed a few drinks, and the alcohol was starting to hit. While Liam was ordering another round, a group of women approached him. "Hey there, handsome," one purred, running a finger down his arm. Another leaned in. "You wanna dance?" Before Liam could respond, Zatanna stepped between them. "Yeah, he does. With me." The girls exchanged looks. "A little possessive, aren't you?" Zatanna didn't blink. "Yeah. And?" One of them scoffed. "Whatever, freak." They turned and walked away. Liam smirked. "Didn't know you were the jealous type." Zatanna huffed. "I'm not. I just don't like seeing trash pile up around you." Liam chuckled. "That's a lot of effort just to say you like me." Zatanna rolled her eyes. "Shut up and dance with me." Drunken Stupor & The Walk of Shame By the time they stumbled back into Lux, both were drunk, laughing over nothing. Liam tripped on the stairs, and Zatanna had to catch him, her own balance barely holding up. Lucifer, watching from the bar, raised an eyebrow. "Ah, young love. So fragile. So intoxicated." Liam waved him off. "Not now, Lucy." Zatanna dragged Liam toward the rooms. "You're sleeping in my room." Liam blinked. "Oh? Finally admitting you want me close?" She groaned. "Shut up, or I'll actually make you sleep on the floor." They stumbled into the room, and the rest… well, history was made. Sparda snickered in Liam's mind. "Took you long enough, dumbass."