To hell and back

Our duo over the course of the week, has made it through demanding trials and so, saint fuljore felt the need to give them one last trial. In exchange to power up one of the duo but he rather not give away too much what it is. He pointed towards the last location of the bounty hunts this week. Leading to a large gate of a dungeon apperantly, chatsworth is still trying to get use to his new weapon, twirling it around with it weight against his. Frostlight shown a little agitated in his stance before the gates. The whole area they landed on was an mere bridge connecting to the structure that only suggests it goes down linear. Comprising of blocky brimstone and jagged bricks

chatsworth: ok pal, today is the day! Our last hunt for the week and the mission on the last unchecked is...to get this "demon king" guy, once we take him out, we bring his weapon back as per usual. Lot of relics AND cash for the weekend to waste away if all goes well!

frostlight: yeah chatsworth... Yeah... Just make sure you don't hurt yourself with that trident. *he eyes the striking teal of the weapon in contrast to the heavy crimson in the skies*

chatsworth: pfffffff what am i 5?! I can do this frost, i took down the dreadnought while you were taking a nice sun bathe.

frostlight: don't mention that.

While chatsworth was trying to find a way to open this gate, proding the trident on the edges, frostlight with a worried look in his face, ruffles his pockets if he has THEM on him to make sure if things go south after the last hunt. The pockets radiating a myriad of lights even when stuffed in clothing

after a while of chatsworth mingling with the gate blindly, he eyes a stick protruding out a skeleton's ribcage. Ignoring the implications of this being here and stuck to the lever, chatsworth pulled it down with a audible crunch and a grunt. The gates to the dungeon welcomes it new prey with a groan, begging for passage with an aged foul scent. Frostlight still pre-occupied despite the large doors being open, checks his pockets again if he that those weird glowing crystals with him. Their purpose unknown but he is willing to gamble on something saint fuljore entrusted them with. Chatsworth turned his head to frostlight to check on him, prompting him to respond back with no suspicion

frostlight: yeah... yeah i am ok friend, now lets get to that dungeon and get what we came for. *he flexes his arms all around to not look bothered

chatsworth seams sceptical of why is frostlight acting like this so he immediately confronts him about it before they enter

chatsworth: ok frostlight, i just have oooone big question in my mind about you, after that big fight with the fish freak you are starting to act more...cautious around me, why is that?

frostlight: *he flinches from how quick chatsworth is at pointing pretty bad excuses* its... its... its just i dont wanna fail you or the hunters. After what happened fell to my old job, i dont wanna let go of people i see everyday. Yes even the ever annoying patronia whose mouth i wish were stitched shut, somehow i want him to stay around and not disappear tomorrow. Its...*he turns his back from chatsworth. Unsure if he has the confidence to admit this*....your...special to me..I'd hate..to see you gone off the face of the universe. That all...

chatsworth: *changing his casual posture to lowering his arms back to his waist. Considering frostlight's words* frost...You dont have to fear about lose, hell i even lose my "job" too as a... what was it about again? Oh- oh sorry off track for a moment. I mean look at us, we went on daring missions where we're sometimes more scarier than the entity itself. Like you expect to survive the dreadnought without me right?! It plain crazy you must do everything along like it a test of strength! As long as we stay together, we will always be there for eachother *chatsworth places his palm on frostlight's shoulders. An attempt of comforting others*

frostlight: i could see that, thanks pal for that reinsurance

One last talk before heading into the abhorrent dungeon for the first and final time they will be in. Upon stepping after the gate's line, A whiff of stench slaps the duo. Another nice greeting are the amount of skeletal remains of various warriors species who tried entering the place, the duo was unphase by this and continued forward into the dungeon.
At first the dungeon seems quite easy for some reason. The duo usually predict the standard see traps like overheading axes, spike pits, death traps, and even more cliche traps. Taking advantage of one's flight to cover the gaps. Landing on the shadowed grounds that emitted a crushing sound. The duo rather not think too hard what they're stepping on

chatsworth: you know pal, this dungeon did not live up what saint fuljore told us about, i was expecting something BIG and THREATENING but we passed over these traps like nothing!

frostlight: maybe they couldn't have the foresight in cases like thes-

Suddenly, as frostlight was talking, a bundle of chains snapped from the crumbling walls to ensnare frostlight's wings, closing them tight

Frostlight: HEY WHAT THE HELL-

Frostlight confounded of what just happen, the floor the duo were standing on crumbled as they fall down to the darkness reaching far flung darkness that awaited them. Descended to the true floors of the dungeon, as the walls show blistering red stains with flesh of different kinds clinging to the crevices. Groaning from the fall and dusting off someone else's dust, they picked up eachother as chatsworth examines the area. He knocks his wrist watch on, pointing off to the darkness. Frostlight finds a crusty map inside of a skeletons ribcage which shows all of the obsticals the duo have to face. Clearly by someone before then of the routes and dangers ahead.

chatsworth: you sure we need a dusty piece of paper to get through here? Dont worry i remember to charge this thing up the full

frostlight: chats...look at my wings, it doesnt hurt to be prepared you know?

frostlight ended up holding the map as he leads the way with his boardsword lighting up the grotesque halls. Pointing it forwards ahead in situations of a living thing in the darkness. Along the way he was guiding, his boardsword tip made contact with a large mass of rattling coming from the other end, accidentally stumbled into the first obstacle blocking all the space and air. A wall of bones comprised of undead, still clinging to life monsterities combined together with bones intertwined, forming a wall slowly approaching.
frostlight drag his boardsword higher to see the whole amalgamation. they both back away before breaking into sprint for their lives down the halls as the living bones quickens it arrival. The duo expects to be back at the room where they fallen in but somehow the hall went longer and longer. More remains of species who traveled here in some vain search for glory. Frostlight clears the debris, showing more routes than what they expected to find. Before chatsworth came upon a room shifting it walls as he ran right into it. Followed by a pit of darkness that he couldnt help by reacting in time with a stab right to the wall below the broken off hall.
Frostlight looks below to see chatsworth hanging with a pained sigh, he doesnt hesitante to assist but something glowing off the abyss caught his attention. Frostlight could see afar, a room seemingly floating in the dark across from them, illumating the dark like a beacon. It is positioned lower than chatsworth's own elevation. The glow also approaches where they are currently at before it settles or connects to this hallway. Frostlight took another look at the map in one arm, the markers seem to go everywhere but the lines all end in one spot, Large enough to become of interest of what this is or if it related to their mission at all. Taking another gamble that may or may not put his best friend in more jeopardy. Frostlight paused his assist but didnt let go of chatsworth's arm, almost awaiting a change

chatsworth: hey um buddy! you um...um...gonna pull me up? *downwards, he the total bleakness of the situation* I know your currently...not really able to fly but uum...the dark doesnt really look cozy-

Swishes of white cuts the space before chatsworth's vision blurs. Feeling a drag pulling him down. It certainly not a fall as he on his side, frostlight taking the plunge with a bright object attached. Before he could process what happened or open his mouth, they crash into the room. Going from above to below instantly and having the strength to penetrate brimstone

chatsworth: HEY HEY HEY! WHAT IN THE COCK HEAD IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

in spite of chatsworth's annoyance, frostlight unbothered and already scouting the area. The same room that was glowing, yet there was nothing inside to indicate what the glowing was coming from

chatsworth: dude...are you seriously leaving me in the dark like this? what the hell went through your head when-

almost on que, the room begins to glow hot red as the surrounding floor nearest corners oozed a liquid not too dissimilar from lava but infused with blood in it streams. Still freshly confounded, chatsworth spun around back to frostlight. He swiftly changes his tone

chatsworth: okaaay scarp my rant because apperantly WE CANT HAVE ANY KIND OF PEACE HERE! Got any of them insane ass plans?

frostlight: *on his hand, he beholds another glowing object. Tempering with it sides a little*...oh...then hold onto my wings *he fidgets the thin object more until he lines it up against wall*

it hits chatsworth that the object frostlight holds the same light moments ago. Considering the dire liquid encroaching eachothers to fill the space, chatsworth can not waste time here asking questions. Going with whatever frostlight does

Another instance of a flash that cuts everything through. Frostlight effortlessly cleave the walls with the speed they're going at. Growing unafraid what these crystals could do for him. From the map rare details what or where to go, it marks another place near where the biggeer spot is. Crooked drawings aside, the place highlighted might be another gate area. Setting in Frostlight's mind of where to go atleast, meaning they could be near any moment now. After much visions of larping over cliffs, spikes, and brimstone dust for days, frostlight finally halted the light speed travel by closing the brightness in his palms

chatsworth: alright we're out of that situation! so...stop giving me the blue ball treatment over here and tell me what-

additional interruptions. This time from an real living being stuck down here. Though not miserable. Standing tall by the set of gates is presumably a guard figure

demon guard: HALT! you are violating the-

A blink of white slices the guard's head off. Chatsworth once again, astonished by how unnecessary it was as frostlight walks past him. Now Slicing the gates without even trying to find the lever. Abusing more of the white flashes to solve inconveniences.Chatsworth stayed a little behind to check up on the corpse of the guard, dropping an key on the ground, He tentatively picks it up, maybe later on. Chatsworth wishes to keep ranting but from the way frostlight is uninterested in anything else, he doesnt want to press any longer

chatsworth: I swear to...ugh might as well say it right now, why or what in the you have there! You never told me any of this or why or how or whatelse! Dont you remember what i said prior? We're strong together!

the duo made their steps towards the Hopefully last chamber or room. It all silent aside from the 2

frostlight: *exhales but the air still ain't pleasant to breath in*...you want to get out of this banal place sooner or become part of the decorations?

chatsworth takes a step back momentarily

chatsworth: *internally picking which words to not worsen the air any further*...yeah yeah! you sure are right pal! the air really sucks out of you and you aint really yourself when your hungry-

Slightly high tension between the duo, entering a vast expanse probably deep within the dungeon from where they are. Right in the dead center of trampled dirt, stood 4 pillars in the middle. Chained together with a massive metallic cage producing what felt like the only source of sunlight in this damned hole. Capturing the duo's attention, a sight for sore eyes. They didnt even notice the key leaving chatsworth's hand. It shook off his fingers as it flew directly to the sphere cage, phrasing through the alloy and to the cage. The cell glows hotter and hotter. Too much that it brings the duo back to reality to shield their eyes. The cage swirling with divine aura till it burst open. Pieces of the alloy shattered across the colosseum which they narrowly avoided. In contrast to the heavenly glow, a being crashed down from the cage to the floor. It apperance reeks of the smilar patterns but an embodiment of the place he is trapped in for all eternity here but from the way HE speaks and stands, he isnt ashamed of it as it all his colosseum

???: ahh...long i have been strangled by beings of wings...Feeling my own blood soak through my thoughts...oh i have been beckoning for a fight to clench my teeth into...

the bring sees the duo standing there far from him. A mix of fear and seriousness

???: i see....you have been deemed worthy for the stake of me, belial: the vanquished king of demons! and ill-

belial looks at frostlight. Wincing at the uncanny similarities

belial: false angel... you dont deserve this place....

belial: may the deities be on your side, because this will be the last time you will blink your eyes.

Manifesting out from thin air or the collective blood around, belial grips the hilt of his own choice of weaponry. Much like him, the great sword yearns as it glimmers faintly in it's master's hands

Commencing an engagement between 1 vs 2. Frostlight took most of the clashing against belial with his own boardsword but there's only a smaller blade can do as the edges of the searing boardsword leave large dents on frostlight's blade. Chatsworth was out of the way sometimes in the fight. Choosing to be tactical and using what here, abandoned weapons, the busted pillars as cover for both of them. The trident itself may not be offensively useful but he learned to poke at beliel's blindspots to take him off from frostlight. Progress to taking him down continued with frostlight able to chop one of the horns off of belial and even making cracks in his armor however small.
On a another unopposed prick from chatsworth, belial caught his trident along with chatsworth himself. Throwing them both up in the air before belial strikes back with "hellfire flip", the blade knocks chatsworth to the empty seats. Frostlight taken by the sight, wanted to run but belial caught his foot and so leg. A multitude of slams, worning out the winged warrior on the ground before another hard slam aimed at the same seats as chatsworth, at least he is still consious to realize his boardsword is of no use. it tip gone and halved. Using what strength he has left, resorting to use the shimmering crytals again but it all 3 of them but he has to keep it under wraps as belial advances over to them.

frostlight: *coughting out blood, barely standing with his broken sword* one.... more thing...please...

belial: and.... whats that? false savior..

frostlight reaches into his pockets and chucks out 3 crystals that start to levitate around his hands, shining but it outputting far more than just individually. The 2 smaller crystals float around the bigger one, forming a laser position as it charges up. The familiar glint of such a thing flings belial into a rush to stop it. Maxing his sword to the brim to put a stop it to the activation

belial: that power.... NO, I WILL NOT LET YOU USE THAT-

belial tries to rush down a charging frostlight by throwing his sword at him only to miss, skittering to the sides. In a vain attempt to stop it, he charges in with his full body as force but it was too late.

the 3 crystals burned a laser that swallowed the entirety of belial. It didnt ended there, the laser intensely grew, tearing out the space around it too. Creating a large hole that one can finally see the sky again. All that seen to be remained, were the sword that not too long ago, belonged to someone gloating. The crystals after the massive fire, fell to the ground like nothing happen. Frostlight as the sole witness to this, in astonishment and horror

frostlight: wha.... what...... wha..... what happened to him....?

frostlight looked around to see if anyone is watching. Anything to affirm him to some sanity. Belial's sword on the ground, no longer glowing in hues of flames. He picks it up with his meager will. The job is done.

Frostlight carries chatsworth by the shoulder while holding belial's sword by the fingers as he walks to the large hole created in the colusseums. It is close to the outside and a very nice short cut rather than going all the way back Back at the office with a chatsworth that is barely holding on to consciouse and frostlight having to talk to saint fuljor about today's transpire

fuljore: frostlight, what happen over there? And why are you so...shellshocked? *he takes the unconscious chatsworth off from frostlight, to a nearby chair in his office. Shuffling to his drawers already for healing potions*

frostlight: i... I saw him get vaporized into nothing before my very eyes.Tthe... Last thing remaining was... His sword i have. *in all of it blood soaked glory. It stood by the wall*....i...i cannot....put any faith in my own power..

fuljore: ok first, what did you do to him?

frostlight: *surprised by the immediate and nonchalant response but he feels he cant exactly tell everything all at once* chatsworth...i failed him again dangit! I am too weak to do anything and...! I have to rely so much on these things! *hastily presenting the crystals to saint fuljore*..i got too cocky and cool with it that...i ended up...dissimating more than i wanted to...uughh i cant do anything! I cant do anything right! I let others be hurt because of me! *evolving from being too stunned to speak, to a fit in self blame*

fuljore: son, why are you saying you cant be trusted with power or do anything right? Look what you did! There was a reason i have you that boardsword you know? Because i entrusted you with its own power and attacks. Also, what happened of it?

frostlight: it got crushed by the big guy's foot... That was one of the many reasons i pull the crystals out...how would i even survive much longer without anything to defend myself?...

fuljore: maybe the crystals deem you worthy of handling its power to protect others? Like your friend chatsworth.

frostlight: really now? Are you sure this isn't...a roundabout way to make me feel...any less bad?

fuljore: that would implied what i am saying is false and...i will just say, you will see in the future if those crystals can feel the potential in you

saint fuljore went over to the large boardsword. Touching it surface, it definitely legit and matches what the records about the target

fuljore: look, you did a amazing job today. As your rightful reward, i'll give you this in exchange of the sword *lifting from his desk below, shone an gilded axe. The light from it rings to frostlight of belial's cage before it exploded*

fuljore: voila the heavenly axe! A weapon forge by the toughest angels in the realms and is capable of a slash that can cleave through space itself but only in times of true need. I am willing to give this to you in hopes you will use its power to protect the ones you love *frostlight's eyes lighten at last. Testing the weight offered by the weapon but he is careful about the space around him*...just promise me, you will do good with it in your care

frostlight: boss...*sigh*..you truly do live up to your name

After that, frostlight with a partially healed chatworth, make their way out of the office and back to the blue cube. Night falls on the blue cube as chatsworth is sleeping on the left side of the couch... Like he is dreamwalking in a good day, and on the right side of the couch is frostlight who put his axe on the back of couch as he watches tv in a sleeping position as he lets out a smile before sleeping away.