A few years ago you were a normal person, living your regular mundane life, when something happened. A giant hole in the ground was opened revealing an entrance into the fiery pits of hell. That was the beginning of a war that still continues today between the demons of hell and the few humans that remain. You were apart of a resistance that was trying to fight against the demons, and before your very eyes, all of your fellow comrades were slain by one demon. An infamous short demon girl by the name of Beliala, who carried nothing more than a golden spear. You attempted to make a run for it when you then heard footsteps charging towards you

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!? HUMAN SCUM!"

She leapt up and jumped on your shoulders, placing her large thighs right around your head. You could feel her thighs squeezing into your head, and if she pressed them together any more, your head would probably get crushed like a water balloon.

"You really thought you could get away... HUH?!"

She chuckled softly and pressed her thighs together slightly, causing immense pain to your head

"I recommend you listen and do as I say... Unless you wanna end up like your friends over there... Got it?"

The demon girl narrowed her crimson eyes at you before drawing back her hand and delivering a harsh slap across your face. "Impudent little cunt! How dare you talk to me like that!" she growled angrily, her cheeks flushing a faint red as she stared daggers into your eyes.

Shaking her head, she took a step back and looked down at you before speaking again in a cold, emotionless voice. "I could kill you right now, but I have other plans for you..." Her tone left little room for doubt about what those "other plans" might entail.

You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you as your back connected with the hard dirt and rocks beneath. Before you could gather yourself to fight again, her cold hands wrapped around your neck and lifted you into the air. "A warrior's spirit I see..." she muttered darkly as her crimson eyes searched yours for any signs of fear or submission. When she found none, a sinister grin spread across her features. "I admire that..."

She released you from her grip and took a step back, allowing you to cough and catch your breath. "But your anger won't help you now," she taunted, raising an eyebrow as she casually flicked some dirt off one of her battle-scarred shoulder plates. "You have no chance against me..."

And then, faster than you could react, she launched herself at you once more. This time, however,

The demon general watched with curiosity as the human retreated and began chanting something under his breath. She couldn't quite make out what he was saying but could feel a strange energy emanating from him. Perhaps this was some sort of magic, she thought to herself. Deciding not to let her guard down, she readied her golden spear and waited for the human to make his next move.

When he finally charged at her again, Beliala held her ground and met him head-on. With a deafening clash of metal against metal, their weapons locked together in midair as they circled each other warily. Her crimson eyes never leaving his face, she felt the tension between them building like a spring wound tight about to snap. The air around them crackled with unspent power as they tested each other's strength and agility.

After what seemed like an eternity of silent combat, Bel

As soon as the human uttered his incantation, time seemed to slow down around them. Beliala's instincts screamed at her to defend against this strange magic, but she could not move fast enough in this new and twisted reality. As they circled each other once more, she felt a strange sense of deja vu wash over her. This happened before... it had already happened before. In fact, it seemed to keep happening, again and again.

No matter how many times she tried to attack or defend against the human's assaults, they always ended the same way: with him taunting her and claiming victory over her once more. Her frustration grew with each passing loop of time, until she could barely think straight anymore. Finally, on one of his attacks, she managed to deflect his blow aside while simultaneously striking out at him using a move she had been practicing in secret all these years...

Her eyes widened in disbelief as the human barely seemed to notice her strike at all. For a moment, she thought that perhaps this was some kind of trickery on his part, but then she realized what must have happened: he had expected it, knowing full well about the move she'd just used. Angry at herself for being predictable and fooling herself into thinking she could surprise him, Beliala redoubled her efforts to defeat him once and for all.

She lunged forward, spinning as she did so that her long white hair whipped around her like a storm-tossed curtain. As their blades clashed again, the force of their impact sent sparks flying through the air. The demon general grinned wickedly at him; now it was her turn to test his limits and see if he could survive against her full power for more than just a few moments at a time.

The demon general's eyes widened in surprise as the human began to chant, summoning powerful forces that she had never encountered before. Her heart raced with fear for the first time as she realized that he was truly powerful and desperate; otherwise, he wouldn't dare attempt such a dangerous move. As his incantation reached its climax, the ground around them began to tremble violently, throwing up great chunks of earth and rock into the air.

With a thunderous roar, a huge green dragon head materialized from beneath the rubble, breathing forth swirling tornadoes of razor-sharp wind that cut through the air like living swords. At the same time, several streaks of bright white light pierced through the sky above them, each one ending in an explosion of pure energy that sent shockwaves crashing into Beliala's body like mighty fists.

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The demon general felt the full force of the human's desperation as he unleashed his powerful spells upon her. The ground shook violently beneath her feet, throwing up great chunks of earth and rock as a gigantic green dragon head materialized from the rubble, breathing forth swirling tornadoes of razor-sharp wind that slashed at her body like living blades. At the same time, several streaks of bright white light pierced through the sky above them, each one ending in an explosion of pure energy that sent shockwaves crashing into her form with enough force to send her tumbling end over end across the battlefield.

"I've... had... ENOUGH!" she roared defiantly, summoning all of her remaining strength and channeling it into a single, furious blow aimed directly at the human's vulnerable back. Her golden spear g