Assassination Through the Netherworld

Jezebel's cold sweat dripped from her forehead, but even then, she's the one that's faring the best!

*BAANGG!!*

Dozens of demons and the scarce humans fell face flat against the ground, so much so that several limbs broke.

"Who allows you to touch my belongings, puppet of Baal?" The demoness growled and a crimson giant axe manifested in her hands with corrupted might in a wisp of red flames, Jezebel grunted, she doesn't know this woman or her weapon.

'Just who is this woman?!'

"He doesn't belong to you!" That didn't matter now, right now what she wants is to crush her will, she knows about her master, duchess or not, she can't be allowed to live, the problem is, defeating her will be difficult and she needs to take her away from here too, they're not too far from the trio's location.

*RUMBLE!!!*

A torrent of black flames flashed through her body, having the demoness gape at the sight of them.

!!!

*WOOSH!!!*

Within a mere second, two eyes, purple and red met one another with a vengeance that cared not for the lives of the demons present.

Jezebel's flame imbued broadsword crashed against the crimson flamed axe and an explosion that could only be considered cataclysmic took place!

*BOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!-----------

Torrents of flames filled the lands and cascaded across the demon-filled canals, burning everything in their way, the crimson flame was bloody, anything it touched would combust and explode into a bloody mess, while the black flame erased everything to nothingness, bringing true death.

...

Shortly two minutes after a second exchange in which Jezebel had to retreat, the two demonesses regarded one another, this time the royal beauty in crimson flames had an expression of disbelief.

"The blessing of Azrael, it's you, Jezebel..." She readied her axe, knowing that this wouldn't be an easy fight even if she's one step ahead, that blessing is just that troublesome, a simple touch could produce heavy losses to her.

"Duchess... what are you doing in this circle...?" Jezebel also had a grim expression, of all people it had to be 'her'... let alone how troublesome it is to fight her, just the fact that she's voyaging through this circle is already bad news, whenever she goes, chaos is sure to ensue, there is no one more troublesome that could have set her gaze on her master.

"For what reason must you touch others' belongings?" The 'Duchess' ignored that question and glared daggers at Jezebel, the blessing of Azrael or not, she still doesn't have the right to touch her belongings.

"He doesn't belong to you! I'm warning you, back off... even if I have to go against Baal and Asmodeous and die in the process... if you try anything with him, I'll slaughter you." She threatened and readied her sword, the moment she decided to do that, her death was assured, but she doesn't care... as long as he's safe.

"Heavy words from a mere Marquise, with that punny strength you dare to threaten me? even when you're already aware of my identity?~"

"I don't even need to defeat you, telling 'him' that you are here should suffice."

"Hehe~ That means that you can't live longer, Jezebel~" The demoness bit on her finger lustily as the corpses of hundreds of demons burned with the flames, the building bricks burned and the soil scorched, but at the same time... it regenerated, such is this cursed city.

"Are you intending to cause disruption in Baal's territory?" Jezebel bit her lips, in truth, she doesn't want this fight, the odds of her loss are bigger even with the blessing of Azrael, a flame capable of causing true death.

"Do you think I'm afraid of him? you're his favourite puppet... I won't kill you, but I can torture you for a few hundred years~ I'm sure he won't mind, it's me we're talking about, no one doesn't allow me to have my way." The demoness started to walk forward, tired of talking and prepared for another bout.

"You don't understand, I have already marked him, his soul belongs to me and to actually dare to take even but a small wisp of it, I'm afraid you and I are irreconcilable..." 

*WOOSHH!!*

Two flames burned once again as they prepared to clash, but at that moment a third fiery orange flame covered the vast skies.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I can't stand by while you two do battle within my domain."

A man presented himself on the battlefield wearing armour and covered in flames with a black flaming gigantic halberd, and the two of them recognised this demon.

"Warcroft..."

"Lady Jezebel, I beg you to have a face and leave my poor city aside from this conflict, as you know, we're in the anti-violence faction..." The demon's voice is polite but his countenance contains battle intent as if he's ready to crash his gigantic axe against her pretty face at any moment.

Her body is still that of Sasha, but there is only a demoness in the entire netherworld that has had the blessing of Azrael for more than a hundred thousand years.

Jezebel, the Manager of Baal's Grief Castle.

"... you should know that whether one wants to respect this amendment is subjective to the demon in question" Jezebel smirked, no one had the gals to impose rules on her in this circle, but Warcroft is not any demon.

"I understand, were you not to accept my politeness, I'm afraid we will have to do battle." He brandished his imposing halberd, ready for whatever decision they decided to take.

"..."

"..."

The pair of demoness regarded one another with threat, this is indeed not the best place to fight and it is most convenient for Jezebel to take this Duchess away from here.

"Very well, I'll give you some face and pull this wench into a more appropriate battlefield!"

"Conceited!"

*WOOOSHHH!!!*

They flapped their wings and burst in their respective flames, flying away from this city and taking a few tons of worries from Warcroft's shoulders.

'Just what the hell is going on? two Duchesses and a Marquise... first it was that dark-skinned demoness, and now this woman...' He clenched his hand, regretting that he didn't take that golden soul when he had the chance.

'You're not allowed to take Valentine Wagner's soul in any way... I want you to make things difficult for him, to test him up~ but if you dare to take his soul, I'll take your filthy core, Warcroft... don't test me.' 

Those were that demoness, Lucretia Descartes' words.

And the power these two beauties displayed is not something he can fight withou consequences, Jezebel with her blessing of Azrael and Baal is different, she's stronger than him, but he doesn't have anything like that, he's a demon that crawled through the ranks with cheer might and resolution, born a Demon Soldier.

He sighed, at least they're away from his city now.

...

"My lord..."

A cusp of green flames formed beside him, it's Sandmortelle who got shocked by the commotion, small wisps of crimson and black flames still burned, that sense of death permeating from the black one was unquestionable, as for the red one, he doesn't know, but he doesn't dare to touch it either.

"Those were a duchess and a Marquise..." He uttered with a grim expression, it is already odd enough to see one, let alone witness a fight... usually, demoness wouldn't dare fight someone in a rank higher than them, it's a sure death battle, but Lady Jezebel is famous since her strength is almost reaching the realm of Duchess even without being one, most are afraid of what would be of her once she stepped into the Demon Duchess boundary and hence she's bound to remain within the premises of Baal's Castle and manage it, never to come out...

Were Lord Baal to know about this he'd be enraged and would rain ashes on the wrath circle, Jezebel is his strongest general... thankfully, they all know he's not in the Netherworld right now.

"Yes, I don't know the identity of that duchess, she's likely from the circle of lust... but the other one is Lady Jezebel, she must have entered this city inadvertently" Warcroft commented.

"They were fighting, impressive, so this is the power of a duchess and a Marquise... should we leave them be? this is a fight where a treasure is likely to be found in the midst." His green eyes shone with greed and the Marques sighed.

"As expected of a demon of greed, you're reckless, Sadmortelle..."

"..."

"This is not a battle we can meddle on, and it is not our concern either... having them depart the city is the best result possible... Lady Jezebel is not someone we have the leisure to contend with." 

"I see, what should we do? is it involved with silver soul? can a silver soul even have a duchess involve herself personally?" The last time he saw a Duke or Duchess personally had been more than a few millenniums ago and it wasn't even in this city.

"I'm afraid it does... the chances of obtaining it have slipped past my hands like blood through my fingers, but... something else can be done." Warcroft's golden slitted eyes shone, there is still a way he can keep track of this Valentine Wagner, as for what he would do after that, who knows?

"I want you to keep the demon soldiers guarding the gates, but don't proactively hunt him... he's in the city right now and departed the alleyways, that much is clear... Unfortunately, he has a backer we can't afford to anger." He flew away from this barren corner of the city, the blood would surely dry, the flames cease to burn and the buildings restore themselves into a ceaseless curse that plunders souls on a daily basis.

And everything would be back to normal, once more.... such is the curse of the myriad nethers.