Death was something vile and cruel, even when grouped with the rest. The others had their skills prior to their transformations remain even as they unveil their true forms as the embodiment of the end. However, the Knight of Death was different, all of the skills he garnered weren’t retained and vanished, as if to represent the decay of the old flesh and replace with the frightening decay. But you know what? To hell with whining that’s Morris’s job, I’ll just take this as a challenge like the champ I am.

[System: Alert! Alert! Alert! The[ Archangel of Patience] Azrael has entered his 2nd form!!!

Status: The effects of his Virtue has been greatly empowered!!!

Outcome: You feel a great sense of pressure! Your movement becomes restricted. You have now succumbed to the Virtue of Patience!!!]

"Unlike my siblings I am the most gifted. So much so that I can resonate completely with a divine relic of a god. This is your end!!!"

Azrael’s composure was finally revealed as a brash and relentless battle hungry angel thirsting for blood. An attitude quite the opposite of the one chosen to be patient and reserve, he momentarily escaped the shackles of his Virtue by merging with Chronos’s Hourglass. This led him to empower his Virtue with the presence of the hourglass, without needing to play by its rules no longer.

[Do something! Anything! I can’t let you die like this! Your the best of the bunch that I got. I can’t lose you Jin!!!]

"Hephi can you not scream so loudly? It feels like my head’s ringing all over. Besides I have a plan. I just need to hold out for a while,"

Just as Jin said those words his chest was pierced repeatedly by a sword swung by Azrael in the shape of a clocks hand. The angels fury was laid down, his flesh seemingly turned to a fine red paste, his organs crushed, with his violent thrashing. No hesitation with every swing, each swing of his sword aimed only to kill, Jin’s body was regenerating, but Azrael’s speed outmatched his recovery. Jin couldn’t do anything, nor feel pain, for how fast his opponent was slicing his nerves, the damage done never reached his brain.

[System: Your passive ability [Last Breath] has finally reached its duration or you don’t have any body to regenerate through!

Status: Only your soul remains, standing however you don’t have a way to recover yourself. You have died- Alert! Alert! Alert! The Archangel of Chastity and Diligence have fallen!!!

Outcome: The power balance of the two opposing sides has been tipped in the favor of the demonic army!!! With the death of two agents of the light, Demonic energy has greatly spread throughout the battlefield.

Demonic side: The two champions who became the victor of their duel has sent their aid to the ongoing duel of the remaining champions.

Divine side: The ones who failed are consumed by the darkness, empowering the active partiticapnts of the opposing force, while also weakening their faction.]

"They lost!!? No!!! I won’t let you transform!" Azrael gathered a vast amount of heavenly aura to destroy Jin’s soul, however he was incapable of doing so.

"Origin Unleash!!!" A thick pungent mist riddling death and decay burst from where it once lie Jin Kurenai’s eviscerated corpse.

"There’s one thing you’re forgetting old chimp. Death isn’t pretty nor is it ugly. It’s progress, we can’t imagine to grow if we can’t die a little, can’t we?"

Under Jin’s views on death the origin shaped his body anew, a menacing aura plagued, but instead of decay, there lies innovation. Unlike the other Knights of Castrophes, the Herald of Death was the closest there was to the embodiment of Chaos. The Chaos that was the Demon of machinery crafted by the hands of humans, forged by hope, and constructed for destruction. His form took on a mechanize form similar to Diabolus Ex Machina, for Death isn’t the true ending, but the start of a brand new beginning.

"You say Death can be thwarted? You’re shitting me. Even you can’t escape death if it weren’t for that Divine relic. I’ll show it’s true meaning right here and now!"

As Jin uttered those words targeting Azrael directly, and goading him to attack, the Archangel stood no longer. He tightened his grips, and exerted with great force as he cleave with his twin clock hand swords, the ground scttaers upon impact. The skies split open, revealing the full moon, the decaying land now blooms with life upon contacting with his immense heavenly aura. But his enemy remained unshaken, the shield he crafted in the second took the full force of Azrael’s attack

"That’s a pretty nice swing! My turn..." Azrael tried to weigh him down with his Virtue once again but it proved to be useless, as of currently he is no mere embodiment but death itself.

[System: Due to your character having completely return to his origins, the authority of Death is applied to you with no drawback.]

"You may no longer be affected. But I can still run- Huh? Why can’t I move?" Azrael found his body weighed down by a force he couldn’t understand, and with just that slight interruption, the Knight of Death returns his attack

"Counter!!!"

Jin punches through his gut with the same force that he blocked and harness it’s energy, returning it back to it’s owner. The impact blasted the Archangel flying through terrains, as his body pierced through multiple mountains until his momentum weaken by time. Stunned and confuse, Azrael stood up, and before he could recover, he was bombarded with countless bombs to count, and he could only do nothing but fled.

"Hell yeah baby! Now this is a major upgrade. I’m a walking miniature workshop. Quite fitting for someone like me. I can craft all the weapons I want,"

Soon enough, the bombardment failed, since Azrael speed blitz through the bombs and hits Jin with a heavy swing, knocking him off balance. Although Azrael was weaken his power remain formidable and Jin on the other hand felt their power on equal terms and yet no one was winning. In their transformed state, they both counteract each other’s authorities and yet the match had no favor who will become the victor. Whether it’s the Angel of Patience persistent of slowing down the end, and the embodiment of Death yearning to begin a new age by ending the current.

...

Meanwhile

Inside Christoper Morris’s Head, the author was face against his corrupt alter ego larping as the damn Demon lord. Their little play inside the theater which is his mind, stood a valiant hero of justice and the embodiment of the end. The comatosed author was fighting his own battles while he was asleep, taming the corrupt power of the broken orb of Diabolus. Which resulted in him traversing a tower like game inside his mind and in the final floor he find himself face to face with his greatest enemy, his very own ego.

[Remember when I told you that you shouldn’t misuse that skill I gave you? This wouldn’t have happen if you listened to me. Now look where you got yourself into!!!]

As Sage nagged Morris repeatedly, his voice blasted through castle as if it traveled through a speaker. Considering that their in the very core of his mind, Sage’s voice resonated to the point where even Uberious could hear it. He even so daringly curries a favor and kissed the deities ass to win

"Hello their Sage. Why don’t you aid me in dominating that asshole? I’ll make it worth your while, and do a ton of your quest,"

[That’s a tempeting offer...]

"Are you seriously gonna take his side?" Morris angrily replied.

[Relax I wasn’t swayed even by a bit. What’s the fun of siding with one of you. I rather just sit still and watch you idiots duke it out]

As Sage uttered those words. Morris and Uberious can’t help but sigh and said. "Wow you’re such an ass hole- hey stop copying me! No you stop copying me! God damn it! Now look what you did sage? We freaking resonated for how much you piss us off!!!"

Although the two were enemies at this point. Morris and Uberious remains the same person. Seeing as the two shared the same throught upon hearing his deities words.

[I should call for that prophet. This is too good to keep for myself. How about this...]

[System: The deity known as the [Forgotten Sage] has started his very own private streaming. Titled [May the Best personality win to take control of my Avatars body]

Status: Countless famous gods have been invited!

Outcome: The [Forgotten Sage] has opened a betting odds. Countless gods and goddesses are now betting]