Villain of my own novel

"Devilization!" Azazel mumbled while glaring at Eshwar, who had an indifferent expression on his face.

BOOM

A massive crater appeared beneath Azazel's feet as he launched himself up at Eshwar, leaving behind a dust trail. He instantly appeared in front of him, grinned widely, and punched his face, which seemed like it connected but Azazel still couldn't feel his first connecting, but now it didn't matter anymore because it seemed like Eshwar was indeed taking damage, so that was enough.

He now had "C"-shaped horns that protruded out from his forehead; his crimson-red hair had turned black; his forearms and legs, too, had turned black fading the more they climbed up, and his body oozed a maroon-colored, ominous aura that was a mix of blood and demonic energy that made him feel omnipotent, it felt like he could even survive without his heart now, a heart that's the most important part for vampires, he didn't feel it's need anymore, of course, it was because the demonic energy was running rampant in his body, clouding his judgement and making his opponent, Eshwar, seem weak.

"BLOOD RAIN!" Azazel roared. And thousands of blood arrows manifested above his head; he raised his arm and pointed at the spot where Eshwar was seen free falling, and with thousands of sounds of those arrows cutting through the wind, they shot out towards Eshwar.

"Blood spear." He mumbled, and a spear materialised in his right and left hands. Without even waiting for his previous attack to connect, he zoomed at Eshwar, aiming at his neck, which seemed to be begging to be cut off, at least in Azazel's eyes.

SWISH

And right when Azazel's spear blade reached Eshwar's neck, his entire body froze in FEAR.

WHOOOSH

A massive pitch-black cobra materialised out of nowhere, coiling around Eshwar while mid-air, and began to manifest into reality; its scales, fangs, and flesh—everything about the black cobra came to life as it gazed up, seemingly "feeling" its manifestation.

"You sure have gotten stronger, but slightly, since the last time we met." Suddenly, Eshwar's cold and indifferent voice sounded inside the cobra's coiled body, and at his words, the snake gazed down at Azazel as its glowing bright orange eyes with vertical white slits and it seemed to be... smiling.

"HISSSSS!!!" The snake hissed loudly and Eshwar hopped up at the snake's coiled body from the middle, and stood on it with his hands in his pockets and a ominous grin on his face.

PAT-PAT

"How have you been?" Eshwar ignored Azazel's existence and spoke to the cobra while patting its scales while the snake enjoyed his pats.

"Hissss....." The cobra hissed again, but in a slightly cute manner which didn't suit its ominous demeanour, whatsoever. That, the snake was a "aura materialization," a stage where aura is able to physically manifest, though there weren't any people that were every able to do so volentarily, because unlike Eshwar not everybody is goddamn monster, no, I'm not talking literally.

"Hahaha, chomp on those mosquitos below while playing with Isha, I'll be back in a bit." Eshwar said while smiling at the snake.

WHOOSH

And by the next second, the cobra was seen slithering through the air as it made its way towards the army that Isha, Arngrim, Core, and Henry were fighting against, while Core, Arngrim, and Henry were having a hard time holding out against the ranked vampires.

Arngrim was fighting against Rook, whom Louie had lost against, with his face twisted in madness. Isha herself was handling two knights on her own, while Core fought against a bishop, and Henry supported each of them while dancing across the battlefield with daggers in his hands. Pyre, who appeared out of nowhere, was zooming through the army, killing off all the "pawns" that were spotted, while Erebus chomped on another Rook.

SNAP

SPLURT

"Cough!!!" While Azazel was distracted by the black cobra and Eshwar's mercenary group members' battle prowess, a snap of Eshwar's fingers sounded in front of him, and his heart was gouged out.

"You shouldn't get distracted like that." Eshwar said, as a cube of an unknown force held Azazel's heart, which was still beating.

"Aren't I right?" Eshwar turned to face somewhere else as he spoke those words, and Tchort, who met Eshwar's gaze, shuddered in fear and teleported away in fear by the next instance. He had stood far, far away while gazing at the battlefield in hopes of analysing his future troublesome obstacles, but when he met Eshwar's gaze, his instincts screamed that he would die, and without thinking of anything else, he "ran" back to the demon domain.

'I, I, was going to die....' Tchort muttered inwardly, but he stopped that thought right there, and his entire body stiffened in confusion and shock.

"I was scared? Of a mortal...." Tchort mumbled under his breath in disbelief.

[Do not worry, I'll come at you soon enough.] Eshwar's voice sounded in his mind and his entire world turned upside down, but returned back to normal by the next instance.

'He sent his "intent" through telepathy?' Tchort muttered in his mind, because just now he felt his head cut off at her heard Eshwar's voice in his head, that was something Tchort had never thought of to be possible and it was AMUSING.

"HA! Hahahaha!!!!" He began to laugh maniacally, causing the entire demon domain to tremble. He wasn't scared of death from quite long time, but now he was. "This time," he had planned to destroy the humans, elves, and dwarves from within before he ruled over this Earth "again."

"How amusing, after returning to the past for the tenth time! Something, something amusing is happening; the mortal who would die as soon as my reign began, is now fighting against an army!! How amusing, how very amusing!!!" Tchort laughed while roaring in amusement.

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"Aren't I right?" Eshwar asked while gazing in some other direction, while Azazel coughed out several mouthfuls of maroon coloured blood.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm not going to crush it before I have had my time with you; of course, don't you dare think, you can have an easy death; you touched what's mine, so you should be prepared to die a very painful death, and when I say very, I mean very, vvveeeerrrrryyyyy." Eshwar mumbled, and Azazel shuddered at his proclaimed death.

'My heart.....' Azazel muttered in his mind while staring at his heart, which continued to pump blood even though the cube it was contained in had already been filled to the brim as it floated next to Eshwar, who claimed not to destroy it until he had his time with Azazel.

"Uckh!!!" Azazel groaned in pain because he could feel his heart getting crushed under the blood it was pumping. With a smirk on his face, Eshwar loosened the walls of the cube, causing the blood to pour down.

"F**k!!!" Azazel cursed his bad luck and the vampire who gave him the idea to kidnap Eshwar's friends.

"Dawn of the white blood!"