RISEN: The fallen one

The figure of light coalesced into a being of pure energy, its form shifting and flowing like a liquid. As it solidified, it spoke in a voice that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien.

"I am a message," the being said, its voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. "A message implanted within the demon Xarath, to be released in the event of his defeat."

Azrael, Luna, and Zorvath listened in rapt attention as the being continued to speak.

"Soon," it said, "the Demon King will enter the mortal realm. And when he does, he will wipe this realm clean of you mortals. You will be eradicated, destroyed, and cast into the abyss."

The being's words were like a cold wind, sending shivers down the spines of the three listeners.

"And you, Azrael," the being said, its voice taking on a personal, almost intimate tone. "You will be the first to fall. The Demon King has a special hatred for you, Angels. You, who have thwarted his plans time and time again. You, who have dared to challenge his power."

Azrael's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in determination. He knew that he had made many enemies in his long life, but he had never backed down from a challenge.

"I am not afraid," Azrael said, his voice firm and resolute. "I will face the Demon King, and I will defeat him. For I am Azrael, the fallen, and I will not be intimidated."

The being of light regarded Azrael for a moment, its expression unreadable. Then, in an instant, it vanished, leaving the three companions to ponder the ominous message it had delivered.

"What does it mean?" Luna asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zorvath's face was grim. "It means that the Demon King is planing on coming," he said. "And when he does, we will face a challenge unlike any we have ever known."

Azrael's eyes were fixed on the horizon, his mind already racing with strategies and plans.

"We will be ready," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "We will face the Demon King, and we will win."

Meanwhile in the angelic realm, the Demon King, Xorax, seethed with anger. His most trusted lieutenant, Xarath, had been defeated by a group of mortals. The Demon King's face twisted with rage as he thought about the humiliation.

"How could this have happened?" Xorax bellowed, his voice shaking the foundations of the underworld. "Xarath was my most powerful servant! Who are these mortals that dare to challenge my power?, that damn Angel, how is he so strong?"

As he spoke, a dark, shadowy figure emerged from the shadows. It was one of Xorax's spies, a creature that had been sent to gather information about the mortal realm.

"My lord," the spy said, its voice trembling with fear. "I have discovered something about the wizard who defeated Xarath. He is not from the mortal realm. He is from the Magical Realm, a place of ancient power and magic."

Xorax's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. "Go on," he growled.

"The wizard's name is Zorvath," the spy continued. "And he has a powerful friend, a being of immense magical power who has been searching for him and the angel. A being known only as... the Archon."

Xorax's face lit up with excitement. He had heard of the Archon, a being of legendary power and wisdom. If he could capture Zorvath and use him as bait, he might be able to lure the Archon into a trap.

"The Archon carrys the key of resurrection, with his power i can resurrect the the supreme sorcerer " the demon king said.

"Excellent work, spy," Xorax said, his voice dripping with malevolence.

The spy trembled with fear, knowing that it had just unleashed a terrible evil upon the world. But it was too late now. The Demon King's plan was already in motion, and nothing would be able to stop him from achieving his ultimate goal: total domination of the mortal realm.

Then in came another demon.

"My lord, i bring you the second blue diamond ". the demon said. " Good work my loyal servent, your reward will be great" . the demon king said smiling.

" Now I'm two steps closer to bringing chaos into the mortal realm, just five more diamonds then i can finally enter the mortal realm."

Xorax, the Demon King, sat upon his throne, his eyes gleaming with malevolence as he contemplated his next move. The defeat of Xarath, his most trusted lieutenant, had been a setback, but it had also provided him with a valuable opportunity.

With the wizard, Zorvath, revealed to be from the Magical Realm, Xorax knew that he had a chance to gain the upper hand. He had heard of the Archon, a being of immense magical power, and he knew that if he could capture Zorvath and use him as bait, he might be able to lure the Archon into a trap.

Xorax's mind was a maze of dark, twisted thoughts, and he reveled in the complexity of his own evil plans. He was a master strategist, always thinking several steps ahead of his enemies, and he knew that this time would be no exception.

As he sat on his throne, surrounded by the dark, twisted splendor of the underworld, Xorax began to weave a web of deceit and treachery. He summoned his most trusted advisors, a group of demons who were as cunning and ruthless as he was.

"My lords," Xorax said, his voice dripping with malevolence. "We have a unique opportunity before us. The wizard, Zorvath should be captured and brought here, his friend, the Archon is the key to resurrecting our most powerful warrior, the supreme sorcerer. And with the Archon's power, we will be unstoppable."

The demons nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They knew that their master's plans were always intricate and complex, but they also knew that they were always effective.

"What is your plan, my lord?" one of the demons asked, its voice like a rusty gate.

Xorax smiled, his teeth gleaming with malevolence. "We will send a team of our most skilled demons to capture Zorvath," he said. "And once we have him, we will use him as bait to lure the Archon into a trap."

The demons nodded, their faces twisted with cruel smiles. They knew that their master's plan was a good one, and they were eager to get started.

As the demons dispersed, Xorax sat back on his throne, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. He knew that his plan would work, and he could hardly wait to see the look on the Archon's face when he fell into his trap.