HIGH SCHOOL DIARIES (A Tale Of Love And Deception)

Note: The chapter is divided into two so read and enjoy the action so far.

DAMIAN VS ABIGAIL (CLASH OF TWO POWERS)

The tension in the air was suffocating as Damian and Abigail faced each other in the heart of the ruined Ivory High. The wind howled, carrying embers from the burning debris around them, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Abigail's golden eyes burned with malice, her power crackling like live wires around her as the knowledge of the ancient Book of Shadows guided her and her movements. Damian, with his piercing hazel gaze, stood tall, his body surrounded by the dark aura of the dead witches' bloodline.

"Give up, Damian," Abigail hissed, her voice echoing unnaturally, laced with the power of centuries of forbidden magic. "You are but a minor in this game, I am an ancient goddess so I have the power to beat you in this game ."

Damian smirked, his muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike. "You underestimate me, Abigail. Let's see if your 500 years of stolen knowledge can withstand my legacy."

With a guttural roar, the battle began.

Abigail moved first, slamming her hands together to summon jagged shards of shadowy energy from the knowledge of the Book of Shadows. They shot toward Damian like deadly spears, splitting the air with deafening cracks. Damian raised his hands, summoning a whirlwind of dark flames that incinerated the shards before they could touch him.

He retaliated with a wave of fire and wind, the two elements spiraling together in a destructive vortex. Abigail twisted her hands, and a barrier of pure shadow absorbed the blast. The ground around them split open from the force of their attacks, sending rubble flying in all directions.

"You've gotten stronger," Abigail admitted, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "But not strong enough!"

She raised the page from the book shadows where her destructive forces are, chanting in a language older than time itself. The sky darkened, and a storm of shadowy tendrils erupted from the earth, aiming to ensnare Damian. He dodged with inhuman speed, the tendrils narrowly missing him as they left deep scars in the ground.

Damian retaliated with brute force, slamming his fists into the ground. The earth obeyed his command, erupting into massive spikes aimed at Abigail. She floated above them, laughing mockingly, before hurling a ball of concentrated darkness at him. The explosion sent Damian crashing into the rubble.

For a moment, it seemed as if Damian might falter. Abigail's mastery of the Book of Shadows was unparalleled, and her attacks became relentless. She conjured a fiery serpent from the book, which lunged at Damian with fangs dripping venom. Damian countered by summoning a massive wall of water, extinguishing the serpent with a hiss.

But Abigail pressed her advantage. She manipulated the shadows to form chains, wrapping them around Damian's limbs. He struggled, roaring in defiance as the chains burned into his skin.

"Submit!" Abigail shouted, her voice booming with power. "You were never meant to win this battle."

Damian snarled, his body glowing faintly with an ominous light. "You talk too much."

With a surge of strength, he shattered the chains and launched himself at Abigail. Their clash shook the very foundation of Ivory High. They traded blows, each strike accompanied by bursts of raw energy that left craters in the ground.

However, Abigail's centuries of preparation began to show. She moved faster, her strikes more precise. With a well-timed attack, she blasted Damian into a fallen building, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Before Damian could recover, the ground trembled violently. A massive crack formed, and from the depths emerged demons as tall as mountains, their grotesque forms wreathed in fire and shadow. Their guttural growls sent chills down the spines of the remaining students who watched from afar.

One of the demons, wielding a massive sword, charged at Damian. Abigail, seizing the opportunity, joined forces with the demon, her powers now aimed solely at Damian.

Blow after blow rained down on him. The demon's sword slashed across Damian's chest, leaving a deep, glowing wound. Abigail's dark magic struck him like a thousand knives, each attack more ferocious than the last. Blood dripped from Damian's wounds, his breathing ragged as he fell to one knee.

Abigail smirked triumphantly. "It's over, Damian."

But as the demon raised its sword for the final blow, something snapped within him.

With a deafening roar, Damian unleashed a torrent of wind that sent the demon flying. He rose to his feet, his body convulsing as dark energy consumed him. Black scales began to spread across his skin, his eyes hollowing into endless black voids. Horns sprouted from his head, curving upward like a crown of darkness. Around him, the four elements—fire, water, earth, and air—spiraled chaotically, reflecting the storm within.

The air grew heavy, charged with raw, uncontainable power. Damian's voice echoed, layered as if a thousand souls spoke through him. "ENOUGH!"

With a single gesture, he summoned a massive inferno that incinerated the approaching demons. Abigail, unfazed, launched herself at him, her dark magic coiling like a serpent. But Damian had lost all semblance of control. He commanded the very fabric of the universe, channeling it into a beam of red light that struck Abigail with devastating force.

She screamed as the light enveloped her, her body convulsing as blood poured from her nose.

Damian's voice resonated through the ruins. "I hereby bind you, Abigail. I cage you forever of your powers."

A wave of blinding light surged from his body, encasing Abigail in a cocoon of energy. She collapsed to the ground, weakened beyond recognition.

Damian stood over her, a sword of pure energy materializing in his hand. "Finally, Abigail, you're going to die by my hands."

Before he could strike, a monstrous shadow descended from the sky. A massive demon snatched Abigail, carrying her away. Damian roared in frustration, his rage shaking the ruins.

PART 2 ARRIVAL OF ASMODUES

Damian turned toward the portal, determined to close it. But as he approached the altar, a barrier of candles surrounded it, pushing him back with immense force. He gritted his teeth, realizing Abigail's last act of defiance.

"That bitch," he spat, summoning a red beam of energy. Chanting in ancient Latin, he directed the beam at the altar:

"Exuro vincula! Solvo portas inferni!"

(Burn the chains! Break the gates of hell!)

The beam struck the altar, but it reflected back, throwing Damian to the ground. The altar crumbled, and the ground split open further. From the depths emerged a shadow so dark it seemed to consume the light around it. Twenty colossal demons followed, their forms grotesque and terrifying.

And then he appeared.

Asmodues stepped out of the shadows, his beauty both mesmerizing and terrifying. His skin was flawless, glowing faintly like molten gold. His hair, black as the void, cascaded down his back, and his piercing crimson eyes seemed to see into the very soul. A pair of massive black wings unfurled behind him, each feather shimmering like obsidian.

"Ah, Azriel," Asmodues purred, his voice sweet yet dripping with malice. "It's been 500 years."

Damian froze, the name striking a chord deep within him. Asmodues smiled cruelly, his aura suffocating. "Let's see what becomes of your world when I burn it to ash."

As he spoke, darkness thickened, and the remaining buildings of Ivory High crumbled. Screams echoed as demons poured from the portal, signaling the beginning of hell on earth.