Two swords clashed, both blades gleamed in the moonlight
A lone man by the name of Atticus, was facing against an Arch Demon. The beast of Agalia. Atticus took his stance.
He looked up to the 9ft beast, it was sporting a sharp black cladded armor. You could see a cloud of flame, bursting from the eye sockets of it's skeletal face
"You are a blight upon this land demon! I shall purge you from where you stand!" He shouted. The beast gave a loud grunt, swinging up his massive blade. This sent Atticus shooting backwards, rolling on the hard cobblestone.The beast's voice was distorted from the ether swarming within its helm. "You shall do no such thing, insect. Our interaction will be as short as they come. Now get up, I have blood to shed"
Atticus slowly stood up, staggering to keep his balance. Gripping the hilt tightly, he musters the strength to push on, charging at the demon. The beast gave a hefty laugh, as he readied himself for the attack. Once again two blades meet each other in Swift motion, sending Sparks flying from the magnitude. Atticus swings his sword out to the demons side, catching him off guard. As the blade pierced into the dark armor, a black smog began to pour. The demon gave a powerful roar, his body began to change and distort, shimmering in front of atticus's eyes. Atticus took a few steps back, trying to get a read on what's happening. The beast was growing, calculating it's mistake. Suddenly, Atticus heard a familiar voice echoing from the very beast in front of him. There was a sickly hand, stretching out to reach him. It was covered in tar and smog. "Atti..cuuss.. plea..ssee.. help Mee" the voice was weak and faint, but even within this form, Atticus knew exactly who it was. "No… it can't be.. Michael? What did you do?!" Atticus cried out, shocked to his core. The demon growled, slowly sucking Michael back into his form. "He did what was best human.. He wanted power.. and might.. Here it is right in front of you!" The beast quickly threw his sword away as tar-like tendrils began to slowly break from it's armor, revealing several bladed appendages. "I will revert you to dust.. only to be blown away within the wind.." The demon slowly walked towards Atticus, with each step leaked a terrible black substance that was permanently stained upon the floor. Atticus's beaming confidence was quickly waning, he could feel his hands shake almost losing the grip of his blade. "Yeeessss.. I can practically taste your fear.. you will be consumed!" At that moment Atticus had lost all hope. The thunderous courage that roared within his heart, was now only a faint whimper. The being was mere inches from Atticus, whipping each appendage at horrific speeds. One shoots directly into Atticus's shoulder, impaling him. The beast then lifts Atticus up into the air. "I can feel your weakness.. seething inside you. Let me purge you from this infection.." Atticus grips the hilt of his blade as tightly as he could, he could feel power swelling up inside his soul. Suddenly his vision dims, coming to complete darkness. He heard a million voices speaking all at once, until a more grander deeper voice hushes them all to a stop. "Atticus, my dear boy. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now? I shall lend you my blood. Let it pour into your mind, let it flourish within your corporeal form."  At this moment, a blade slashing flesh could be heard. But Atticus saw nothing around him. Just darkness. He then could feel an acute sense or clarity and vigor, coming back to consciousness. Atticus then looks towards the beast, with a frightening sense of determination and courage. His body was glowing a strong bright blue, as if he was engulfed in blue flame. The archdemon wretched backwards, screeching in pain. Atticus's armor had changed. He stood about 9ft tall. His head was covered in thick plating with a white and gold color. His shoulders had pauldrons with gold crosses on them.
His chest and lands sported the same design. Atticus held his blade out, pointing it directly at the Arch Demon. "Za'thiin, your reign of terror upon this land has been evicted. All shadow shall evaporate under my light" Atticus stepped forward, getting closer to the vile creature with each step. "Is this fear that I taste? How does it feel to cower? Your parasitic tendency has availed you" Atticus proclaimed. The archdemon forms a blade out of the ethereal smog and tar. You could hear thousands of harsh screams and cries as it forms together. "Your light will be eclipsed by my shadow. Let me snuff you out of your misery!" The demon charges forward, whipping each and every one of his appendages forward at Atticus. Without fault, Atticus deflects each attack with his blade and flame. The demon was now within arms reach, at this moment Atticus took advantage. Gripping onto the demons skull, he began to inject beams of absolute holy light. Za'thiin screamed horribly, lashing out. But Atticus with every fiber in his being blasted Za'thiin into nothingness. Leaving only a stain from where it stood. Atticus was breathing hard, standing in disbelief as he looks around him. "I.. I did it.. but I couldn't save those it had affected.. So many souls, banished from the light.."