BAM!
"I am Rian Millbrook!" His voice cracked through the silence like thunder, venom dripping from every syllable. The Demon of Plague straightened, power radiating from his diseased form.
Pustules covered his gray skin, each one a testament to the suffering he'd harvested from thousands. "How DARE you, bastard—"
The fist came before he could finish.
CRACK.
Millbrook's head snapped back, teeth rattling in his skull as he hit the ground hard. The concrete cracked beneath him, dust rising in a cloud.
Before he could even process the pain, weight crushed down on him—a knee driven into his chest, pinning him like an insect.
He gasped, eyes widening.
Above him, glaring down with eyes that burned like amethyst flames, was 'him'. The demon or god who shouldn't exist.
The one who shouldn't be standing, let alone 'fighting'.
