"So you're the one behind this Plane" Micheal landed perfectly on his knees on the ground, breaking the asphalt and sending a whirlwind, which decimated the radius around him.

A perfect warning of power.

Well, for someone who could think rationally.

" F̴͉̖͓̈͝i̸̘̗̓̇͠g̷̖͓̩͐̈ḩ̵͙͇͚͈͒ț̴̲̟͠ "

The sound was resounding with corruption and hate, a static layer of the unknown.

The Demon reached back to its obsidian like wings and broke half of it off, the broken part regenerating at unholy speeds.

"Who are you?" Micheal put his hands to his side, materializing his swords and shields.

The weapon being half a shield with a sword at both sides. The perfect offence and defensive weapon.

The demon had but one word to say.

" D̵̗̈́̃͊̒̂̋̉̊́͂̈́̒͌͋̀̚͝͝ i̸̢͓̮͕̱̩̝͉̥̥̺͖͇̫̜̦͚̗̰͋̊͐͒̏́̈́̿͑͗̐͆̄̆̈͜͜ e̷̠̳̒̃̊̍̎̏͌͆͂̂̿ "

It opened up it's wrists and dug the wings underneath, uttering one word after another.

" Se brûler "

( Translation:To burn oneself in French )

It's whole body set on fire, providing light to the skies and scorching up all the remaining corruption near him.

The wings melted into a metallic blue crystal and welded itself onto his body, which it controlled.

Micheal just watched this chaos as he stepped back a foot but stopped.

"Can't chance it." He looked at his chain his wife made him.

The chain made up of the only thing that kept him from resurrection.

His memories. He lived a long life; a story with a lot of regrets; a history with a lot of blood; a legend with a thousand lies.

And he was not able to sleep because of precious mistakes. He looked up at the sky as he smiled.

"The end is near? Hell yeah."

He closed in the distance between him and the Demon. He analysed the surroundings.

From what he could see, the only people able to move in this Plane was him and his opponent.

"Let's get this started."

The inferno calmed down as the next moment had the sharp piercing of sword against shield.

The shield shattered as the Demon made the move first, cackling at Micheal's look of confusion.

Micheal thrusted the blade through it's body as his already broken shield have way to a broken sword.

Noticing that Micheal's guard was down for that moment, the Devil uttered the spell of death.

" §•παΔ^ "

Both the figures fighting in the Plane were sent flying backwards from the recoil that occurred from the spell.

But the devil was ready to receive this pain. It dug it's hand like sword into the ground below as it hooked into the Earth.

But it wasn't enough, it broke into a thousand shards with his own bones, managing to crash him into a nearby coffee shop, where he crashed into a couple enjoying their coffee as they dissipated into ashes, back into the thoughts.

Rule 4: Anyone in a Phantom Plane who comes into contact with someone not in that Plane, will be deported into thoughts. The thoughts will be able to re-construct when the Plane is closed.

But Michael did better. With worse results.

He reacted faster by focusing his aura into the ground and forcing it to shield him.

But the shockwave caused a wall of concrete to break into his trajectory, causing him to crash into it, causing the collision to make way for a broken arm.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" He screamed but it died down way too quickly due to the Demon making the move again.

" $'%{£~Δ¤ " It gave a smirk as it forced the bones to break even more, throwing more pain to Michael as the Archangel looked at the Demon.

" Meliorate " He uttered before the entire sky lit up in a literal lightning barrage.

He fell unconscious for a moment, but it wasn't enough for the Demon to get it's breaking life source mended and to fight back into action.

When the volley of lights ended, the crater which the Angel was in had a Micheal who was stretching his arms and doing a few squats.

"Fine, lemme get serious." He materialised a blade and carved one word into his wrists, letting it ooze out blood.

The skies rumbled to the deeds he did.

" Demonic Awakening: Reincarnation "

He muttered, as the symbol written on his wrist, a pentagram, which was thought and believed to be one of the most Satanic rituals in this world began with the blood sacrifice.

Tendrils of darkness, the same as the one the demon's host fell pray to in the realm of his father twirled themselves around him in an black blaze.

Micheal grinned and broke a few stiff muscles in his neck.

"My turn"

" B̶̢̢̡̡̨̧̢̢̢̧̨̧̢̨̧̨̢̡̛̛͈̪̗̞̮̳͕͈̞̣̭͈̹̭̠͕̬̭͔̪̩̰̳͎͉̳̗̣͙̬̪̠̳̮̤̝͙̘͖͉̩͙͕̟̗̙͇̜͓͚̬̼͈̟̘͓̘͍̫͉͎̺͈̼̥̺̺̲͕̣̬̩̜̞̦̬͎̫̜̲̙̫͈̗̮͍͇͈͙͚̲̗̜͔̠͈̗͔̤̰̠̩̩̠̺͈̯̯̺̜̦͕̫̫̪̜̪͚̝͖͈̲̲̦̙̯̟̥͉͇̩̼̯͖̗̜̦͕̱̩̖͎̰̳̲͍̦̬̭̱̩͙̘̺͓̙̭͕͙̗̮͓͇̯͙͇̹̜̘̩̣̥̘̦̟̪̯̼̙̙̲̦̗͈̭͖̻̻͔͚͇̞̣͑̐̀̉͗̔́̐͆̄̉̆̈́́͋̈̍̍̔͌̓́͂̂́͂̆̉͂͆̎͊́̓̔̄̓̂͊͗͌̎̿̽̎̏̅̇̌͛͗͌̈́̆̐̽̀̄̌́̂́͐̓͋̔͒̐͗̋͋̍̀̿́͋͒̾̑̽̏̍̌̃̌̂̔̾͊͐͌̊̓͂̑̽͆͆̔̏͐̔̃̆̅͑̅͌̆̊͌͋̋̍̐́͋̀̅̀͆̈́͋̊̃̀̂͐̌̉̓̓̀͗̉̾͆̏̈͗̇͑͆̓̈̎̏̈́̚̕̕͘͘̚͘̚͘̕͘͘͘̕̚͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͠͠͠͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅę̵̢̧̢̨̧̨̡̡̨̡̧̡̯̺̭̜̬̣̫͇̘͓͈͕̳̰̼͙͚͉͎̗̲̞͇͙̱̣̹͓͎̣̣̳͈̻̘̙̹̮̭͎͚̘͈͕̘̫͔̺̤͉͓̪̥̯̘͇͚̥͚̖̼̙̤͈̱̹͔͙̞̘̮̯̲̭͇̯̰̯̘͉͓̭̲̙͖̯̱͇͚̗̻̹̩͓̯͍̦̥͇̘̣͈̠̲̝̳͕͇̠̼̜͚̫̞͇̣͇̮͈̩̘̩̱̦̠͍̍̈͐̆̉̽͂̔̆̓̉̃̈́̌̾̾͗̈̂̽͊̿̑́̍̀̍̂̔̐́͗̔̂̿͋̔̉̾̂̽̇͋͑̾̄̓͋̊̾̔̒͛̆̈̎͐̀̈́̑̈́̓̒̚̕̚̕̕͘͜͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅs̷̢̧̧̧̢̨̨̢̧̡̡̧̢̡̛̛̛͖̦͎͇͍̻͎͔̣͉̳̳͇̫̲̜̬̗̳̠͎͉̘̙̺̩͔̥̹͚͓̜̣̝͖̱̣̭̲̳̯͚̼̤̩͚̙̯̭̝̟̗̩͓̺̝̰̪͎̞̲̼͍͇̲̝̥̥̯̱͖͍̦̠̟̠̻͙̬̣̖̱͎̣̠̟̹͕̪̭̼͇̼̪͕͚̘͙̜͇̻̣̥͔̩̤̼̖̣̳̩̖̬̖͖͈̖̖͈͕͖̣͔͕̰̟͔͎̫̦̗̭͔̙͖͕̖̺̻̫̟͎̙̥͈̪̜̭͎̖̖̤̻͕͔̥̠̳̮̺̙̪͉̙̯̙̫̮̹̝̟̹̜̲͍͖͚͔̼͔̳̠͖͉̱͓̞̫̭̺͙̦̙̞̙͇̠͔̝̓̽͗̈͛̍̈́̒̏̿̓̒̊͌͒̾̿̌͆̑̓̊͐͐̈́̾̓̿̏̑̊̓̉̒̏̾̏͐͊͂̏́͆̅͂̂̚͘̕̚̕͘͜͜͜͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅȩ̶̧̡̡̡̡̢̨̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͚̟͇̟̹̺̟̜̘̟͉͈͕̖̗̲̥̲̥̖̩̯̦͓͉͉̬͙͔͉͈̣̳̼̝͓͙̞͖̭̝͚̜̖͍̤̮̩̲̭̗͔̩͚̳͚͈̫̙̻̼̬̘̭͔̼̫̖̩̥̟̦̹͓̰̖̳̠̖͇̱̬̗͔͍̱̩̩͕̭͖̹̺̰̤̮̬̝͍͉̥̖͈̹̝̝̬͈̙̼͍̲͚͕̯̲̻͖̗͙͔̱͈͎̱̜͔̟̲͓̬̟̜̳̙̗̠̱̗͎̝̼̦̜̭̖͖͓̫̯̳̜͓̟̲̭̭͓̞͙͕̣͎̬̦̖͇̩̱͚̘̘͓̠͖͔͉̝̤̮͔̣̱͇̥̩̠̞̲͋̆̐̈́̔͗̍̈́͑̾̾͂̔̔̀̋́̌͒́͆̓̀̉͋̎̀͊̈́̓́̒̽́̈̓̄̌̈́͛́̍́̔̈̋͌͒͋̃̀̃̽͑̌̓͌͋̋̀͒͊́̀̉̈́̓̈̓̆͆͂̔̈͛̂͊̋̍̒͐͗̓̒̉̋͐͐͑̍̇̅͆̓̀̋̀̈́̇͒̅̏͑̈̎̅̓̽͊̎̈́̾͗̿̈͑̓͑͐̀̅̽̉̓͊̄̈̓̊̈́͂̂̾̂̀͛́̃̾̆̑̇͋̃̇͑͛͆͋̐̽̃̽̓̿̈́͗̀͑̀͒̓̀͂̾́̇͆̓̾͑̀́̎͐̚͘͘̚̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅŗ̷̨̡̨̨̨̧͍̗̦̥͓̗̳̰͚̗̘͕̙̤̗͈͙͎̻̗̟̤͙͇͕̜̻̯̙͓͕̜̩̪̪͉̮̠̼̮̰̠̮͓̠̪̖̺̥͖͉͎̘̤͒͂͗̑͆͜͜ͅͅķ̵̡̧̛̛̛̛̩̱̯̫͉͇̝̪̗̰̜̪͍͉̲͍̳͕̥̩͕͍̼͎̥̱͉̤̤͉̦̙̺̪͙̮̫̯̰̥͍͍͖͕̜̤̥̘̞̙̗̬̞̻̣̱̜͕͚̙̘̯͔͍̗͈̗̘̒͒̒́̽͆̏̾̓̋̎̑̅̓̄͛̀̀͌̋͗͌͂̔̅̈́̈́̏͊̆̉́͛̑̓͂̓́̋̌̃͛̀̔̍̈́͐́̊̉́̅̽͗̑̇́͗̍̔́̉̏͗͛̆̆̿̆̏̓̌̏̋́̈́̓͊̏̾̈́͒̓̀͋̀͆̀̄͛̇̅̈́̓͋͛̄̊̓̿̆̒̈́͊̄̃̂̔̂̒͌̾̔̀̓̒̃̓̇̂̓̒̀͒́̿͑̐͗̋̅͑̅͑̂̈̃̐͛̒̈̈̈́̉͐̃̆͌̑̅̅̀̃͐̌͊̒̃̆̉̆͐̓̀͛͐̄͛̊̚̕͘͘͘̕̚͘̚͘͘̚̕͘̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͠͝͠͝ͅͅ "

The unholy spawn of death itself was raised from the dead to play the puppeteer for the most powerful Archangel, Micheal.

"Two C-c-ć̶̤̦͍̫͑a̸͖͋͊n̷̖̯̩̮͑̆͊̑ ̷̙̦͚̿̃͛̌ṕ̸̱̞̣͖ḷ̵̘͚̦̓̿̀ą̴̗̺͉̿̊̐ẏ̷͓̹͔̒̑̾ ̴̜̌̑̋a̸͈͂̅̓́t̶͖̱̳́͑ ̴̹͎̈͑ͅt̴͕̮̣͉̎̀h̴̠̉̓͗̚ḯ̷̗͂̃s̸̞̋g̶̮̝̼̻̈́å̶̪̓͊m̷͇̯̑͆̀e̶̟̙̅͒̐́ ̸̣̮͇̭̇ "