John stopped using his other powers and decided to use his Hell power.
The moment he made that choice, Satan felt the throne’s authority settle over the battlefield. He tried to teleport, though the space around him locked shut before his power could form a path.
"Also, I'm the new King of Hell or Proxy King of Hell, whichever you prefer," John stepped forward, black-gold lightning fading from his skin while a darker pressure gathered around him.
“And you see, before the King of Hell, all demons are just mosquitoes,” he said. “It doesn’t matter whether you’re an ancient lord, an archdevil, or the First of the Fallen. You’re all small enough to crush when you become annoying.”
Satan’s eyes burned as red-black fire spread across his hands. “You dare call me an insect? Me? The Great Satan, the First of the Fallen, the true ruler of Hell." He screamed loud enough for his voice to boom across hell. "I ruled this realm from the beginning of time and life? Me alone. I AM THE TRUE RULER.”
John looked at him with a cold smile. “You ruled Hell once, then got locked inside a prison because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”
“Kneel before your King,” John said. "Bitch."
Satan’s body slammed into the fractured ground.
His knees hit first, followed by his hands and chest as Hell’s authority forced him down. The impact opened a crater beneath him, and his skeletal wings scraped across the black stone while he fought against the pressure.
Satan roared and forced himself upright through raw power. Red-black hellfire exploded around him as he broke free, sending cracks through the empty battlefield.
“How dare you?” Satan snarled. “I fought Morningstar to a stalemate. And you think you can keep me down?"
John stared at him for a second before laughing.
“You really believe that shit, don't you?” he said. “Allow me to give you a reality check. Lucifer never fought you seriously. The Presence stands above everyone, and Lucifer is second only to Him. If Lucifer wanted your existence erased, you would’ve vanished before you finished screaming.”
Satan’s face twisted with rage.
“You were never his equal,” John continued. “You were a tiny bitch he got tired of dealing with. He sealed you because he showed mercy. No, wait! Considering Lucifer's temper, he probably wanted to torment you for eternity. And you spent ages pretending that made you important.”
Satan vanished in a burst of crimson fire and appeared directly in front of John. His fist crashed forward with enough force to split reality, while black veins crawled across his hand as Fatal Touch rushed toward John’s body.
John caught the punch with one hand.
The impact rolled through the Sepulcher like thunder.
Satan’s infection surged into John’s wrist and climbed toward his heart. Disease, rot, madness, and despair rushed through his veins, carrying images of Luna dying, Harley screaming, Maureen trapped in hell, Hippolyta watching Kahndaq burn. He pushed every ounce of corruption and rot into John's body and soul.
John’s grip tightened around Satan’s fist.
“Get the fuck out of my body,” he said.
His body rejected the infection.
The black veins ripped out of John’s arm and flooded back into Satan’s hand. He tried to pull away, though John held him in place while the corruption tore through his fingers, wrist, and forearm.
Satan screamed as his own Fatal Touch burned through him.
John pulled him forward and smashed his forehead into Satan’s face.
"Gaahhhh! Kugggg!"
One horn shattered.
Before Satan could recover, John twisted his arm and slammed him into the ground hard enough to deepen the crater beneath them. Satan’s body bounced against the broken stone, though John grabbed him by the throat and threw him through the nearest boulder.
Satan tore through stone and vanished beneath the ruins.
John appeared above him as Hell bent distance around its ruler.
“You keep acting like a rabid dog,” John said as he grabbed Satan by the hair and dragged him from the rubble. “You bark about old victories because you can’t accept that nobody gives a fuck about you anymore.”
Satan swung with his free hand. But an invisible force bent his arm backward and snapped it at the elbow. Satan roared through clenched teeth as his healing tried to restore the damage.
John slammed his face into the ground before the bones could reform.
“You had armies,” John said as he dragged Satan across the broken stone. “You had contracts, rituals, followers, and enough idiots willing to die for your pride.”
Satan’s wings spread as he forced red fire through the battlefield.
John grabbed one wing near its base and tore it from Satan’s back.
“But you and the rest of the demons miscalculated one variable,” John continued while throwing the ruined wing aside. “Me. Unlike Lucifer, I don't show mercy to my enemies. I'll tear apart your body and rip out your soul from your core, and then I'll extinguish your existence from this reality."
Satan screamed and summoned the souls bound to his power.
The ground split open around them as thousands of trapped spirits rose from the darkness beneath the Sepulcher. Their faces twisted together into a towering mass of claws, mouths, and screaming bodies as they reached toward John.
However, it was useless.
John ripped apart his other wing and threw it away before stomping his foot on the ground, releasing a wave of Infernal Judgement, erasing them in the blink of an eye. Then he grabbed Satan by his neck and pulled him up in the air.
"Didn't I tell you?" He punched a hole through Satan's heart. "Before the King of Hell, all demons are just mosquitoes. You're no different." He ripped out Satan's heart.
Satan’s heart beat once in John’s hand. His body twisted violently in the air, his feet kicking at nothing while his remaining arm swung uselessly through the empty air ahead of him. “Put that back,” he rasped, forcing demonic power through the broken remains of his body.
John simply crushed his heart before pouring the lightning into his body.
Satan's healing surged again, trying to rebuild the destroyed flesh inside his chest, though each new layer immediately crumbled under the lightning spreading through his body. “You can’t destroy me,” He snarled, his voice straining as his strength began to fail. “I am the First of the Fallen."
"Nah," John said, watching his physical form fall apart. "You're just a little bitch."
Satan’s legs vanished first. His arm followed moments later. The rest of his body disintegrated from the chest outward until John’s hand closed around nothing except fading ash.
Then Satan’s soul tore free.
The twisted mass shot toward a dimensional fracture opening above the battlefield, trying to escape into a dead realm beyond Hell’s borders. John vanished before it reached the opening.
He appeared directly in front of Satan’s soul and caught its core in one hand.
“You can’t erase me,” Satan screamed through countless broken faces.
"Yes, I can," John replied.
"I curse you, human!" Satan's soul screamed.
John’s eyes glowed dark red as he clenched his fingers around his soul. Black-gold lightning swallowed Satan’s soul just like that.
“Hakai!”
Satan’s soul vanished completely.
'Hehehe,' John grinned, looking really satisfied. 'I got to say the word. Ahem! Let's go back and see what Maze is up to. Hope she jammed a couple of monster dildos in Blaze's holes.'
...
[Meanwhile...] [Maze's torture chamber]
Maze strapped Blaze to a BDSM cross, naked, and she looked horny as hell. Maze must've used her charms again. Maze picked up a giant blue dildo from the vast arrays of sex toy storage and looked toward Blaze.
"I'm gonna make you my bitch, then you'll please my man like a filthy sex slave for the rest of your pathetic life," Maze said as she walked close to Blaze with a sinister smile.