Mephisto's scythe curved low. Asmodeus twisted sideways, parried with the haft of his axe—
And the god's elbow slammed into his jaw.
The crack echoed like thunder against hollow stone.
Asmodeus reeled, boots dragging through molten dust. The moment he found footing, Mephisto was already there—already swinging again.
A fist drove into his ribs.
Another hit his shoulder—dislocated.
A roundhouse kick caught his temple and hurled him into a pillar.
Stone shattered.
The world reeled sideways as the black marble column crumbled over him. Rubble collapsed in his wake.
But the Demon Emperor launched from the ruin before it finished falling. With a savage roar, he brought his axe down in a vicious overhead cleave—
Mephisto caught it.
Bare-handed.
The weapon hissed and screamed. Red runes flared across its edge, biting deep into divine flesh—but Mephisto didn't flinch.
He met Asmodeus's eyes.
"I've killed kings with less effort."
And threw him.
