I stagger up. My body feels like it's just been through a washing machine or a blender. I spit out blood. I'm glad no one sees me in this weak state. I grip my sword. Blood and sweat drips from my head. I feel like a couple more things are broken, specifically my ribs. Lucifer flies down.

"I told you you would lose." Lucifer says.

"No..." I cough.

"Oh, come now Limier, it was over for you before it had begun." Lucifer says. 

I shrink back into my other form. My brown cloak was shredded. My white shirt is painted red. He walks over. I turn. My vision now starts to go muddle. It feels like I'm sinking down into a muddy pound. 

"I'll see you in Hell, my darling." He walks in front of me. 

He bends over. His pitchfork lowered. He smiles at me. He moves his hand around in my hair. I glare at him. No... I'm not dying like this. What kind of butler would I be if I didn't complete this mission? What kind of butler would I be if I didn't complete my master's orders. I grab his leg and drag him down. I get up quickly and a raise my sword.

"Go on." Lucifer smiles.

I was about to slice his throat, but my hand stops inches away from his neck. No... this whole duel is a farse. I can't kill him like this, he simply wouldn't die. A mere blade like this can't kill the great king of Satan. I drop the sword. My breath falters.

"I won." I hiss turning.

I walk only a little distance before falling to my knees. I cough up more blood. 

"Master..." I mutter.