The Revenant vs The Demon King

Year 100,349 – The Battle of Varrhaen Gorge   The skies rip open in fire. The Demon King descends like a living apocalypse, his body blotting out the sun. Flames crawl across his mountainous shoulders, and his molten claws rake through the battlefield, scattering Juggernauts like leaves in a storm.   Demon King: “SUFFER AS I HAVE! YOUR BONES WILL BE MY THRONE!”   The Asiendalian line withholds. Shields splinter. A thousand warriors prepare, thinking the end has come.   Then a single voice cuts through the chaos.   Nev: “Pathetic.”   A girl no taller than his knee steps forward, her black hair whipping in the inferno. Green Crai’Gai erupts from her body, emerald fire screaming into the heavens. The air warps. The earth cracks. The soldiers feel their blood ignite.   Nev: “You think you know suffering? I’ll show you what it means to stand against Asiendal.”   The Demon King swings his colossal arm, a blow that split mountains in ages past.   Nev catches it.   Her muscles tremble like steel cables under strain, veins glowing emerald, but she does not move an inch. The ground beneath her cracks — yet she holds.   Nev: “Is that it? That’s your full power? You’re weaker than the sparring dummies.”   She twists her hips, lets out a guttural scream, and throws his entire arm aside. The momentum shatters the Demon King’s balance, and in a blur Nev leaps.   Flying Knee.   His jaw cracks like thunder. The sound wave scatters the soldiers on the field.   Tornado Kick.   Her leg spins, tearing flames from his chest like paper. The sound breaks the sound barrier and he flies into a mountain in the distance at the speed of light.   Int the distance he roars, stumbling. For the first time in centuries, he bleeds.   Enraged, the Demon King unleashes a maelstrom of hellfire. It scorches entire battalions, turning stone into glass. Nev walks through it, her tank top in tatters, body slick with sweat and blood, eyes glowing like twin infernos.   Demon King: “HOW DO YOU STILL STAND?!”   Nev: “Because I’m Asiendalian. And you? You’re nothing here.”   She leaps onto his chest, fists a blur.   Elbows cave in his ribs.   Hooks and uppercuts rip through shadow and flame.   Every strike detonates like artillery, each word punctuated with violence.   Nev: “This!” (Strike)   “Is what!” (Strike)   “Strength!” (Strike)   “Really is!” (Strike)   The Demon King, staggering - gathers all his might, raising his colossal blade of fire. The weapon hums with power enough to end continents.   Nev steps forward. She raises both hands. And she stops the blade mid-swing.   The world gasps. Her feet dig trenches into the earth. Her body bends under the impossible pressure. But she does not break.   Nev: “You should’ve stayed in the pit. Because now…”   She lifts him.   Her muscles scream, her Crai’Gai howls, and before the eyes of gods and men, Nevianna Mordos lifts the Demon King by his sword.   Nev (laughing): “…you’re mine.”   And with a bellow, she slams him into the earth with an Asiendalian Suplex, the shockwave erasing an entire valley.   The suplex left a crater miles wide, smoke and ash choking the air. Soldiers cheer, believing the nightmare is over.   But the ground rumbles.   From the pit, a new roar erupts. The Demon King’s molten body shatters, black armor forming from his burning flesh. His wounds seal, horns lengthen into jagged spears, and a second pair of arms erupts from his torso. His flaming sword dissolves into raw infernal energy, coalescing into a weapon larger than a fortress.   Demon King (voice like a thousand graves):   “CHILD… YOU THINK YOU’VE WON? I AM ETERNAL SUFFERING. I AM HATE INCARNATE. YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT NEVER DIES.”   The temperature spikes. Soldiers collapse from the sheer heat. Demons howl in triumph.   Nev just grins, blood dripping from her mouth.   She wipes her lips with her thumb, tasting iron.   Nev: “Good. I was getting bored.”   Her Green Crai’Gai explodes, doubling in size, emerald fire ripping through the sky.   The Demon King blitzes forward, his blade screaming with hellfire. He cleaves through mountains with every swing.   Nev doesn’t dodge.   She takes the hit.   The blade carves into her shoulder, searing flesh, bone snapping audibly. She screams — but it’s laughter, raw and manic.   Nev (laughing): “YEAH! THAT’S IT! MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE!”   Her broken arm snaps back into place, Crai’Gai stitching flesh faster than it can burn. She launches forward, fists a blur.   Combo Flurry (SS Style):   Left hook to the ribs   Spinning back elbow to the jaw   Flying knee to the chest   Into a full roundhouse kick to the head.   Each hit detonates like a meteor. The Demon King staggers, cracks forming along his infernal armor.   The Demon King bellows, stabbing all four arms forward at once — a storm of molten claws.   Nev plants her feet.   She catches two.   The other two pierce her stomach and shoulder, blood spraying.   She doesn’t flinch.   She leans forward, forehead smashing into his face.   Nev (snarling through blood):   “You think pain makes you strong? WRONG. Pain ....is ......all MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”   She rips his claws out of her own body, blood gushing — and uppercuts him so hard his jaw unhinges.   The soldiers roar in disbelief.   The Juggernauts nearby slam their fists into their chests, chanting:   “REVENANT! REVENANT! REVENANT!”   The Demon King reels, but his size is overwhelming. He grabs Nev in all four arms, crushing her like a vice, bones snapping under the pressure.   The world holds its breath.   Then, Nev’s Crai’Gai surges. Her veins glow emerald. Her muscles bulge with godlike force.   She roars, exploding out of his grip, tendons tearing but healing instantly. She grabs the Demon King’s flaming horns — and throws his entire body over her shoulder.   The ground quakes.   Volcanoes erupt.   And Nev spine-snaps the Demon King with a suplex that shakes the planet.   The Demon King is on his knees, fire sputtering, armor cracked. He stares at her in disbelief.   Demon King (rasping): “Impossible… you are but a child…”   Nev (smirking, blood-soaked, unbroken): “I am HIS child.”   Her Crai’Gai ignites one final time, brighter than the sun. The battlefield is bathed in green fire. Her body is broken, her clothes in tatters, but her grin is feral.   She leaps.   Tornado Kick.   Flying Knee.   Hit after hit after hit after hit, jab, cross, elbow, kick, jab, cross, elbow, kick, jab, cross, jab, cross.....   A thousand strikes in a single heartbeat, each fueled by pain, rage, and joy.   The Demon King’s body detonates into black ash, his roar cut off mid-scream.