The Path of the Absolute (HSR x Male OC x Various Universe)

Azrael currently wears a black compression shirt and a black sweatpant with a black combat boots overlooking the horde in the middle of the night. In his hand, Azrael holds a fire module katana, a weapon that him and the witch had built three years from now, and in his other hand is a modified desert eagle which has doubled firepower and doubled recoil, however, with Azrael's strength the recoil became irrelevant.

On top of the rooftop of their house, the witch is laying down on her stomach with a scoped sniper in front of her, ready to give support for the son that she raised with love and care.

The horde moves forward while Azrael only looks at the monsters with such calmness, "Well, I guess I better get started... This will be fun", Azrael chuckles and shoots the monsters, obliterating the heads of three undead, then he shoots again killing three undead with one bullet again. The method continues until Azrael runs out of mags, then he puts away his deagle and readies his fire module katana while the witch readies herself to give support when needed.

Azrael charges forth with a smile, slicing the heads of four undead as their necks ignite with flames. Azrael kicks to the right, pushing the undead away as he stabs one of the undead and a fire ignites, then he twists the blade while still inside her undead, swinging it horizontally to cut through and burn the torsos of some undead.

One undead pounces at Azrael from his right, but a bullet coming from. the witch's location burst through the skull of the undead, killing it and three others. Meanwhile, Azrael side steps an undead that pounces on him and cuts through the torso of the undead, killing it and burning its torso.

Azrael cuts down the undead just as easily as mowing grasses, mowing down their numbers, but the undead seem endless as more and more comes out from the forest, but no matter how many the undead are, Azrael continues forward, his tenacity reaching great heights as piles upon piles of bodies fall down from Azrael's blade, bringing down death upon those enemies in front of him.

On the roof, the witch shoots down any undead that comes near Azrael where he can be surprise attacked. The witch shoots down one undead behind Azrael and then shoots another lunging at him, and then another is shot down by the witch and another, and another, and another while Azrael keeps killing undead, stacking up on each other, forming piles and piles of burnt corpses.

The battle continues on as the stars illuminate the sky.

After hours of fighting, the exhausted Azrael heaves a sigh as he sits atop the piles of corpses that he had created, watching as the sun comes up and gives light to the world, his fire module katana plunged on the pyramid of bodies.

Azrael sighs for the final time as he pulls his fire module katana out of the bodies and walks down the pyramid of bodies, smiling as he looks back at his masterpiece.

Azrael looks at the house, walking up to it to rest inside the house. The man opens the door and walks in, feeling sleepy and tired after long hours of continuous fighting.

Inside the house, the witch walks out of the bathroom with her white robe on after she finishes showering. Just as the witch walks out of the bathroom, Azrael walks in with a smile, "Well that was a fun night", Azrael says with a grin as he takes his shirt off, revealing his toned body.

The witch looks at her son, looking at him with worry, "Are you alright? Are you bitten? Are you hurt", just like a mother would, the witch asks with a worried voice as she checks her son's body for any injuries or wounds.

"I'm alright mom, you don't have to worry too much", Azrael reassures the witch, smiling at her worry while hugging her.

The witch hugs back, sighing as she smiles while burying her head on Azrael's chest, "Alright... Just... Just do what you need to do now...", the witch says as she lets go and smiles at Azrael and then walks away to get dressed herself.