Ciel stepped forward to the open window, his crimson robes billowing faintly in the night air as the cool breeze swept through the room. Without hesitation, he took flight, his form illuminated by the shimmering purple glow of his magic. The Archdemon ascended swiftly, his wings cutting through the darkness, aiming toward the faint light of a shallow star that glimmered in the sky above Verdince.

  As he neared the celestial beacon, the serenity of his ascent was shattered. A volley of fiery projectiles erupted from the star, each blazing with radiant, unearthly light—heavenly fire. The flames streaked toward him like divine arrows, their golden cores laced with emerald edges that burned hotter than mortal flames. Ciel's crimson eyes narrowed as he maneuvered deftly, twisting and weaving through the torrent of fire. Each movement was calculated, his mastery of flight evident as he avoided the dangerous flames that were known to inflict unparalleled harm on demonkind.

  Ciel’s thoughts remained steady despite the chaos. He had studied heavenly fire extensively within the forbidden texts of Hell’s Grand Library, knowing full well that its properties made it uniquely lethal to demons. But no book could truly capture the experience of facing it directly—its radiant light carried an oppressive weight, as though it sought to tear away at his very essence.

  Suddenly, the star’s light twisted, its glow intensifying as the Angel shed her concealment. She emerged with majestic fury, her blonde hair streaming behind her like a golden banner. Her orange eyes burned with righteous anger, locking onto the Archdemon with unrelenting focus. In her hands, she wielded a holy sword cloaked in divine flame, its blade shining brighter than the moon and radiating a purity that stood in stark contrast to the hellish energy surrounding Ciel.

  Her armor gleamed in the night, golden plates covering a pristine white garment beneath. Her angelic wings, untarnished and radiant, spread wide as she surged forward like a divine comet. Her beauty, though striking, was overshadowed by the rage that twisted her elegant features. She represented all that stood against Hell, and the audacity of the Archdemon’s presence had ignited her fury.

  Ciel remained calm despite her ferocious charge, his robes swirling around him as his crimson hands glowed with demonic power. His sharp mind allowed him to cast two spells simultaneously—a shield with his left hand and a counterattack with his right. The runes encircling him flickered with chaotic brilliance, arcs of purple energy coiling around his body as he braced for her strike.

  The Angel’s sword descended, a blazing arc aimed directly at Ciel. Her strike collided with his magic shield, the impact reverberating through the skies like a thunderclap. Sparks of orange and purple fire rained down over Verdince, a dazzling display that was both mesmerizing and deadly. The explosion from Ciel’s counterattack sent her flying backward, the force breaking her momentum and forcing her to retreat.

  Below, the citizens of Verdince began to notice the conflict unfolding above them. From their vantage point, all they could see were two shimmering stars—one purple, the other orange—colliding in the heavens. Their curiosity quickly turned to apprehension, murmurs spreading like wildfire as they speculated on the strange phenomenon.

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  In the skies, the battle raged on. The Archdemon and the Angel exchanged blow after blow, their powers clashing with relentless ferocity. Ciel, one of Hell’s finest sorcerers, unleashed a barrage of hellish magic, his attacks calculated and precise. Bolts of violet lightning streaked from his hands, serpentine tendrils of energy seeking their mark. The Angel countered with divine flames, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Her movements were elegant yet powerful, each strike fueled by her unwavering determination to vanquish the abomination before her.

  But as the fight dragged on, the Angel’s disadvantage became increasingly apparent. Ciel’s experience and tactical mastery allowed him to adapt seamlessly, each spell landing closer to its target. Her fury, while formidable, began to betray her—it clouded her judgment and left openings that Ciel exploited ruthlessly. The emerald barrier encasing Verdince trapped her, cutting off any avenue for retreat. To break through the shield would require time—time she didn’t have.

  Realizing the futility of prolonging the battle, the Angel made a desperate decision. She hovered in the sky, her breath ragged but her resolve unwavering. A brilliant orange flame began to envelop her, consuming her body as her divine energy surged to its peak. Her light grew brighter and fiercer, illuminating the night sky like a second sun. She prepared one final attack—a sacrificial burst of heavenly fire meant to obliterate the Archdemon and herself.

  Ciel’s crimson eyes narrowed as he observed her transformation. He understood her intent immediately and did not waste a second. His hands began to weave an intricate spell, one that would capitalize on her weakened state. The chains he conjured were unlike any he had summoned before—purple and black, they crackled with arcane power, laced with divine runes corrupted by his mastery of sealing magic. The energy spiraled outward, racing toward her just as she prepared to unleash her suicidal attack.

  The chains struck true, wrapping around her glowing figure with unforgiving force. They constricted her wings and bound her arms, their corrupted runes suppressing her power and silencing her flame. Her brilliance faded rapidly as the chains tightened, reducing her once-blinding radiance to a faint glimmer. She let out a sharp cry as the energy she had summoned dissipated into nothingness, her form plummeting from the sky like a falling star.

  Ciel surged downward, catching her before she struck the ground. His hold was firm but restrained as he cradled the bound Angel in his arms, her light dimmed and her fury replaced with exhaustion.

  The citizens below watched in silent awe, unaware of the battle’s true nature or the identities of its combatants. All they saw was the fading of the celestial clash, their curiosity tinged with unease.

  Ciel hovered briefly before descending to the tower, his robes flowing as he carried his captive. His violet wings folded behind him as he landed on the balcony, the Angel still bound in his grasp. His calm demeanor concealed the exhilaration of victory—a triumph not over a mortal foe but a divine being.

  He stepped inside the tower, his eyes meeting those of the Demon Lord, who awaited him with an air of quiet expectation. Ciel knelt, presenting the subdued Angel without hesitation. “My Lord,” he said, his voice steady. “The nuisance has been captured.”

  The Demon Lord’s mismatched eyes gleamed, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Well done, Ciel. You have proven yourself useful once more.”