Let's be clear, he wasn't the most intelligent of devils, but he certainly had an extraordinary courage that was higher than average. He was known as one of the strongest devils and given nicknames like 'Fucking Shitty Bastard' by other gods and devils, but for what exactly? For the simple fact that he had destroyed worlds and dominated large lands.

So, as soon as he discovered Siralos's existence, he immediately thought, 'Why not steal his powers? It'll be fun! Nothing will happen, as always.' That's exactly what he thought when he went to face Siralos head-on. Within days, he was winning the war, and this clearly only boosted his indestructible ego, so his ego was inflamed enough for him to go head-to-head with Siralos. Everything changed in seconds, as if the world wanted to see the humiliation, the terror, the fear. Pure despair set in as he realized the grave mistake he had made. The mistake he should NOT have made.

Several soldiers, subordinates, people, civilians, and creations died. As the days, weeks, and some months passed, his control had completely lost itself amidst his pride, while Siralos, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it, reveling in the war. After all, it wasn't every day that a proud devil appeared trying to destroy the oldest and strongest god in existence, right? Right.

As soon as the last recruit was felled, Siralos launched an all-out attack, leaving him disoriented, confused, and certainly terrified of Siralos. He finally decided to pack his own things, saving everything precious to flee and go to another world. He needed to recover a little, enough to compose himself. He was already discouraged and unhappy about being forced to depart for another world. Who wouldn't mourn seeing their creations and subordinates die before their eyes? Just after he had placed all their hope and trust in them.

Just as he had organized to flee his world, one of Siralos's creations found him already at his world's port. Still shaken by the death of his subordinates, he clearly tried to fight back. He tried to fight back against Igls, but as the minutes passed. The small 'fight' was already turning into a pathetic display of pure blood, tears, and surely entrails being thrown everywhere.

Igls easily defeated him and dragged him to the world of Siralos, where the god himself awaited his arrival, eager to see the tears and pride drain from his eyes.

Igls opened the great gates of Siralos Palace, slowly entering and pulling out his body, which looked more like a carcass of pure flesh and exposed organs. He was slowly regenerating as he was dragged to his next, and possibly final, end.

Igls kicked his body hard, and it fell and rolled across the ground, landing beneath and in front of Siralos's black boots. Siralos slowly smiled, his strangely comforting smile soon becoming a disturbing one that yearned to feed on every single drop of someone's suffering. Of someone's pain.