a Demonic first meeting.

As the beasts were ripped apart, a shadowy figure made itself known. Perched atop a nearby stone formation, Azorath protected in his Judgement armor leaped downward with a heavy impact. The ground shook beneath his feet as he rose from his crouched position. The demon he had sensed from afar and now he had come face to face with it. It's dark presence and insidious intentions apparent as it had recently consumed two beasts with little effort.

"You are a malicious being. I shall now cast judgement upon you." As the armored man spoke, a second voice echoed just behind his, it was booming and low. The eyes of the Judgement armor began to glow red as he reached back, grasping the pommel of his blade. Drawing the heap of metal forward, he would easily move it around with only a single arm. "Prepare for your execution old one. I shall send you back to Hell." Shifting in position, the now possessed Azorath would place his blade at waist height, though aiming behind him.

An aura of sanguine would begin to side of the onyx black armor, giving it a look as if it were tempered by a powerful flame. In that moment, the symbiotic pair would put their weight on their back foot, preparing to charge forward.

As the tendrils came out from the ground, Judgement would swing his sword forward all his might. The force of the swing would crack the sound barrier as the air molecules quickly clasped back together, giving off a sound like thunder. Being able to swing such a massive blade with that much speed bade it incredibly dangerous. Last Rites would cleave through the tendrils as if they were nothing but unbeknownst to Terium, his sword was not just harming him physically but his very essence as well. It existed on the astral plane as well as the mortal plane, Last Rites could damage the spirit of a person. Terium would swing his bone sword forward, which Judgement merely leaped over, his feet touching back down as he continued his sprint.

"Let judgement be cast unto you!" The demon would swing his blade with both ferocity and control, being able to uickly pull back on full swings to attempt quick stabs. For better control, the demon added a second hand onto the grip of Last Rites, now able to maneuver much more effectively. It seemed however that Terium was able to individually control parts of his body, making openings so he could not be hit. The sound barrier was broken over and over again as Judgement swung his massive demonic blade with both arms, yet to no avail. It was then suddenly Terium caught the blade mid swing in his torso, bone quickly growing around to hold onto it. The demon, Judgement, would growl as thee bone began to grow onto his armor and try to keep the sword in place as it did so. "Perfect. Was all that was said as Judgemet suddenly allowed a massive explosion to erupt from the base of his forearm.

He had fired one of the mounted underside cannons, causing a ball of corundum to be sent barreling into and through Terium. The speed it was shot at would be so quick that the demon would most likely not have noticed it until after it had passed through him. Using this, Judgement would tear his blade from the demon's torso and cleave off any connections to the bone that was attempting to grow onto him before turning for another cleave attempt through the bone armor.

The moment that Last Rites cleaved through the bone armor, the two masses of the demon formed into two separate versions of himself. The black swordsman would let out a scoff as he stood up, shouldering the massive chunk of iron onto his right shoulder, standing up. It seemed that his opponent was able to take physical punishment quite well, the only course of action when going head on against him would be to obliterate him completely. On the other hand, as all things demonic, he would have to exist on a spiritual plane and his blade Last Rites was able to cut through even the soul of a being.

"And you have lived far too long, old man." Judgement retorted as the demon Terium slashed downwards and from behind the possessed demonic armor. Using his blade to block, the force of the blow would cause a loud ring as the metal met with bone, the pressure causing the ground to crack beneath their feet. The Judgement armor would suddenly close around Azaroth's body completely, the fanged maw closing to protect him from the gas. The armor itself was magically imbued and against a demon, the effectiveness would not be to Terium's liking. Unlike he predicted, the armor would not melt, instead it would be protected by a magical ward, a wreath of red energy surrounding the ebony armor and allowing the gas to pass freely from around him. "You cannot escape judgement. Even if you repent, I shall send you to Hell where you can never return old one."

Leaping back to gain some space, Judgement would lift his hand into the air, a streak of black lightning crashing down into his palm and the skies turning black. The dark lightning would crackle around his form before he placed his sword onto his back, the eyes of the armor burning powerfully. He was going to use a powerful magic in order to wipe out the physical embodiment of the demon. The surrounding winds would begin to pick up, the clouds above flashing as lightning crackled wildly, striking along the ground. "Begone demon." He would place both arms downward, sending lightning streaking downwards to strike the flesh of Terium, this would either fry him or paralyze him as tornadoes kicked up, threatening to fling him away.

Lifting his hand into the air, lightning rained down onto the battlefield. Both the sky and earth erupted as the now bone dragon form of Terium crawled out, striking the Black Knight and causing him to be sent flying back. The chest plate had been damaged but it was not a normal set of armor. Creaking and bending back into place, the armor would fix itself, though the impact mark was still in place. It could not feel damage, instead it was Azaroth who was feeling the pain, though the armor was in complete control. Azaroth had two broken ribs, though none of which were in any life threatening condition, he would cough in pain while the armor forced him to stand up.

"Prophecy you say? Then know this demon, I car not for what you believe. Judgement comes to all sinners, demons, human, elvs and gods alike!" Moving back to his feet, the Judgement armor would control the storm,concentrating on raining bolts od lightning down to incinerate the bone dragon. While this happened, two large tornadoes would approach from either side of the dragon, aiming to bombard it with pressure and debris. It was quite literally a giant combating against mother nature herself as the tempest raged wildly. The most destructive natural force being concentrated on keeping the dragon at bay. On the inside of the armored suit, Azaroth groaned in pain, it was not the first encounter but the suit needed a physical body to operate properly. He would take the pain as the suit fought on.

"None shall escape my judgement! Accept your fate!" Two massive hands composed of lightning would shoot down from the darkened clouds, grasping at the dragon. Judgement would move his hands down, controlling them as he attempted to pin the dragon down to the ground, forced to use a great deal of his magical prowess against this beast.