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Azazel came next with a greater theatric display of power like his first appearance while still shackled within the blade, from the hellish flames of the Grim Forge came a mighty winged beast moving at unimaginable speed straight up into the sky like a rocket, once reaching maximum height the dragon spread it's wings to break it's hasty ascension and let out a mighty roar that shook the earth. The dragon golden scales glistened with a powerful light that pierced the unnatural darkness cast by his brother only moments before the darkness returned with ominous clouds, as the dragons wings began to beat to maintain altitude they created strong gales that could be felt across Athera followed by heavy rains that signified the return of the storm god. Mighty thunderclaps reverberated through out the land as the dragon's body began to glow with a brilliant golden light, then without warning the dragon's form transformed into a bolt of pure energy comparable to a bolt of lightning and struck the ground with force that shattered the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dirt and rubble.

When the dust cleared there in the place were the golden light struck was the form of a man with brilliant golden hair which grew well beyond the length of his own body, the body itself appeared to be chiseled by a master craftsmen and left completely uncovered, not a shred of clothing or bulky armor unlike his cold brother. His eyes were pitch black while his irises glowed with the same golden light, Azazel was truly a marvel to behold with a fury to match. He could feel power drumming within him, growing, it would be some time before he was once again at full strength and prepared to obliterate the pestilential new Gods and punish the mankind that turned their backs on him and his brothers.

" We are finally free "

he said as he took a long breath of air and held out his hand with his palms down, several bolts of lightning rained down to his hand in rapid succession and when the barrage of energy concluded Azazel held in his hand a golden staff, the nameless weapon surged with power within his grasps and as he held it up to the sky the mighty gales that were a result of his previous display were seized along with the deafening thunder. If he didn't make sure to contain his power it would threaten to rip apart the very world they intended to take back

" Arktorius, I suggest you contain yourself as well, less all be destroyed before we are given the chance to reclaim it "

He said to his brother in a stern tone without even looking his way. His expression remained stoic as he glanced around at the fissure spilling a ghostly blue light, with his brothers release it would seem the boundaries between their world and the underworld were blurring, an issue that required immediate attention. There was no telling what kind of chaos would be caused next when the rest of his brethren followed from their confinement, from what he could see their immediate weakened states caused their powers to spiral out of control as the crossed over into Athera.