Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer-Novel

Ashton stood in the Netherworld, surrounded by the darkness of the demonic realm. He had been sent here to dismantle a piece of the world that had been corrupted by evil forces, and to do so he had to fight his way through hordes of demons.

He's once again here to continue his mission, to eliminate the Hypogean Race from the world of Elstar once and for all. He stood tall, his staff held firmly in his hand, ready to face whatever the Netherworld could throw at him.

The demons came at him in waves, their twisted forms illuminated by the eerie red light of the Netherworld. Ashton moved quickly, his body almost a blur as he weaved his way through their attacks. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a blast of pure magic at one demon, sending it flying back into the darkness.

Another demon rushed at him, its claws extended, but Ashton was ready. He conjured a wall of fire that engulfed the demon, reducing it to ash.

Ashton continued his relentless assault, taking down demon after demon with ease. His movements were precise and calculated, and he seemed to anticipate their attacks before they even happened.

Soon, the demons began to realize that they were no match for Ashton's power. They started to retreat, but Ashton was not about to let them go. He sent a wave of magic through the Netherworld, blasting the demons back and causing the ground to shake.

With a final burst of energy, Ashton dismantled the corrupted piece of the world, and the Netherworld began to fade away. The demons disappeared into the darkness, and Ashton was left standing alone in a world that was once again free from corruption.

But he hasn't left yet...

Ashton stood in the Netherworld, his body still tense from the battle he had just fought. He had successfully dismantled the corrupted piece of the world and was about to return to the mortal realm when he felt a sudden foreboding sensation.

Ashton closed his eyes and focused his senses, searching for the source of the powerful spike of aura he had just felt. It was then that he sensed a presence, a powerful entity that seemed to be moving closer to him.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him shook, and a dark figure appeared in front of him. It was the Demon, but not just any demon either. This one was absurdly powerful, and his presence could be felt all over the Netherworld.

Despite the sheer corruption this entity oozes, something deep within its body demanded respect and authority.

This one might be a demon but it possesses something Divine. And that was all the clue that Ashton needed to guess who this new arrival was.

'Demon God.'

Ashton's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed up at the massive figure before him. He had heard stories of the Demon God, but he never thought he would come face to face with him.

The Demon God's eyes glowed red as he looked down at Ashton, and a deep, menacing laugh echoed through the darkness.

"So, you are the one who has been causing so much trouble for my minions," the Demon God said, his voice deep and commanding.

Ashton stood his ground, his staff held tightly in his hand. He knew that he was no match for the Demon God's power, but he was not about to back down.

"Wow, uh...this isn't really how I imagine myself meeting with a God but meh, it's alright I guess," Ashton said, his voice steady despite the trepidation that coursed through his veins.

The Demon God laughed again, his massive form towering over Ashton. "Foolish mortal," he said. "You have no idea what you are up against."

Ashton prepared himself for what he knew would be a one-sided battle, but to his surprise, the Demon God suddenly vanished into thin air. The Netherworld shook once more, and Ashton was left standing alone, his heart racing with confusion and fear.

...only for the god to appear mere inches away from him.

The Demon God was a fearsome sight to behold. His massive form towered over Ashton, casting a dark shadow that seemed to swallow the light around him. His skin was as black as coal, and it glistened with an otherworldly sheen that seemed to flicker and dance like flames. His eyes were the color of blood, and they glowed with an intensity that was both captivating and terrifying.

The Demon God's body was covered in a web of dark, twisting veins that pulsed with raw power. His muscles were massive and bulging, and they rippled with every movement, like living shadows beneath his skin. His hands were huge and clawed, with talons that glinted like knives in the dim light of the Netherworld.

The Demon God's face was the most unsettling part of him. It was a mass of shifting shadows and flickering flames, with no clear features save for his glowing red eyes. His mouth was a gaping maw, filled with jagged teeth that seemed to glow with malevolent energy.

Ashton couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him as he gazed up at the Demon God's massive form. He knew that he was facing a being of unparalleled power, one that could destroy him with a single flick of his finger.

Ashton stood his ground, his staff held tightly in his hand. He knew that he was facing a literal God, but he refused to show any fear.

"Man, you're uglier than I thought. You smell like 10 septic tanks combined too." Ashton said, his voice dripping with disgust.

The Demon God laughed, his eyes glowing with amusement. "Insultin' a God now, eh? Never heard of Blasphemy perhaps? Do you know what happens to fools like you?" The demon asked. "I have destroyed worlds with a mere flick of my finger. That's your hint."

Ashton shrugged, unimpressed. "Well, you haven't destroyed this one yet," he said, his tone dismissive.

The Demon God's eyes narrowed, and a growl rumbled through his massive chest. "You are brave, mortal," he said. "But your arrogance will be your downfall."

Ashton smirked, his eyes glinting with defiance. "I think you underestimate me, Demon God," he said. "I am not just any mortal. I am a mage, but not just any mage. I'm the one that uprooted all of your plans in this world."

"I'm afraid of you." Ashton shrugged, "Why else would you feel the need to come all the way here if you weren't wary of my abilities?"

The Demon God let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "And yet, here you stand, alone and powerless before me," he said.

Ashton raised his staff, a ball of pure magic forming at its tip. "Hm? Does this look powerless to you? I feel perfectly fine." he said his voice firm. "Say, are you finally going senile? That's a sign that you've lived for far too long. Just die already."

The Demon God's eyes blazed with fury, and he raised his massive arm to strike. But before he could make a move, a sudden burst of energy surged through the Netherworld, and the Demon God vanished into thin air.

He raised his staff and prepared to unleash a powerful spell, but the Demon God was one step ahead of him. With a flick of his massive hand, the Netherworld began to twist and contort, warping reality itself.

The ground beneath Ashton's feet began to shift and buckle, and he struggled to keep his balance. The air around him grew thick and heavy as if it were made of molasses. And in the distance, he could hear the laughter of the Demon God, a sound that sent shivers down his spine.

But Ashton refused to give up. He knew that he had to keep fighting, no matter what. He summoned all of his strength and began to chant a powerful incantation, his voice ringing out through the Netherworld like a bell.

The Demon God seemed amused by Ashton's display of bravado. He raised his massive hand and began to weave a spell of his own, drawing power from the sins and fears of all those who had ever entered the Netherworld. The air grew thick with a sense of malevolence, and the shadows around the Demon God seemed to grow deeper and darker.

Ashton felt a sense of unease wash over him as he gazed up at the Demon God's massive form. He knew that he was facing a being of unparalleled power, one that could destroy him with a mere thought. But he refused to back down, and he continued to chant his incantation, pouring all of his energy into it.

Suddenly, the air around Ashton began to shift and shimmer, and a dark figure appeared in front of him. It was a demon, one of the many that served the Demon God, and it was armed with a wicked-looking sword. The demon lunged at Ashton with surprising speed, its blade flashing in the dim light of the Netherworld.

Ashton was caught off guard by the sudden attack, but he managed to dodge the demon's sword at the last second. He raised his staff and sent a blast of pure energy at the demon, and it screamed in pain as it was blasted backward.