IN THE REALM OF THE FIERY PIT....
They were bracing their selves for the arrival of their new king.Asmodeus the Devil,the one with dominion over evil.Satan was ranting to Lucifer as the demon of pride stayed quite seeming to be lost in his thoughts,"Are we really going to let these fools choose that premature idiot of a brother to rule the ultimate kingdom of hell.We have to do something. Lucifer!,come on are you just going to sit there doing nothing".Lucifer suddenly whispered,"Asmodeus doesn't want the throne,he doesn't want any responsibilities related to our fight.I think this will be good for him".Satan's eyes opened wide and he gaped at Lucifer that instant,"What!!,don't tell me you are on his side, accepting this silly idea"."On the contrary,am on no one's side", Lucifer replied.Satan was just too shocked and flustered to say anything else.He walked away and left Lucifer pondering.Why would Lucifer want Asmodeus to have the throne?.Only he knew and considering the fact that he was the first ever Devil,it had to be a very diabolic reason😈😈👿.Or maybe for once in a lifetime Lucifer wanted to do something good.He was probably still feeling guilty for what happened with Lilith.He had tried to use her to keep his brothers tied to the cause. Asmodeus ended up falling for her. What happened next was a history Lucifer never wanted to repeat.He did the most logical thing to he could.He let Lilith,his first and only love go .She was too dangerous to be left in the wild so he handed her over to someone who could handle the Queen of hell.They called her Muzan and she was one powerful demon.He felt sorry for Lilith but she deserved it.Yes he did tell her to seduce his brothers but he didn't expect her to use them as pawns to protect herself.Satan wanted to teach Lilith a lesson after she stole a weapon purposely made for him.He almost butchered her but Asmodeus stepped in to save his lover.Thats were Satan exposed what Lilith had been doing.It took Lucifer and Mammon to restrain both of them from ending her there and then.She was banished for her own safety into a different timeline where Muzan was in control.Muzan who took the form of a woman for centuries knew how to deal with troublesome ladies like Mrs Lilith so she assured him that she was going to be okay with her.He brought his thoughts back into the present.He had to find a way to bring Asmodeus back for good without driving Satan mad.He devised his sinister plans carefully and when he was done,he called for Satan and informed him with a classic whisper in his ear.We don't hear what he is told but Satan smiles despicably and said,"Lucifer this decision of yours, I think I like it.Killing to birds with one stone was always my favorite game".😱😱😱. Well, killing two birds with one stone was supposed to be an expression right,so what did Satan actually mean and what did Lucifer exactly tell him.Bad vibes were written all over Satan's face as he walked out almost beaming with joy and satisfaction.Lucifer stood up and looked at the throne he adored.Was he really going to give up the throne to Asmodeus just like that.No!!!,the first king of hell was cooking up something so evil that it made Satan,who hadn't even smiled for a decade to break into laughter and smiles.What was Satan told and what the hell was up with Lucifer. Didn't he say it would be good to have Asmodeus back."The throne is not deserved,it is rather earned.You will have to learn that the hard way little brother and I will make sure you do.If that's the last thing I will ever achieve for Lilith",he said to himself with a sort of determination that was emotional.Lucifer was never emotional.Wait a second,did he blame Asmodeus for the banishing of Lilith,was he going to use this as payback or was he going to serve Asmodeus his revenge served cold.Only he and Satan knew or it would be better to say only the devil knew.They were the first and surely with his posture Lucifer intended that both of them would be the last. Lucifer and Satan were twins, synonyms and last of all irreplaceable.He would show all those idiots out there that.Because the same way they cheered Asmodeus was the same way they condemned Lilith.He only stayed quite to study every single face that lifted a voice to utter even the smallest insult at his first love.Their day was coming and it would all be Lucifer's decision.As the explosion's echoes faded, Mark emerged from the smoke-shrouded house, Lucia's limp form cradled in his arms. The bright night light emitted by the moon began to shine clearly after the ceasing of the storm.It cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the carnage that littered the grounds. Mark's Crusaders awaited him outside, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. With a nod, they presented him with the fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies strewn like puppets cut from their strings.Mark's voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Arise!" The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as the deceased warriors stirred, their wounds knitting together with an unnatural speed. The leader's eyes widened in awe, his query tumbling forth, "Who was the one you carried out, Mark?""A human," Mark replied, his tone low and enigmatic. The leader's surprise was palpable, his words spilling out in a rush, "A human? Living among demons? What sorcery is this?" Mark's gaz
Mark's gaze swung around, his eyes scanning the sandy island with a mix of frustration and disbelief, as he realized the lifeless body he had left behind was now gone. The sand seemed to stretch out like an empty canvas, devoid of the gruesome brushstrokes of Chuck's corpse. Mark's mind raced with the implications - Chuck, or rather Mara, the ancient demon king, was still alive. The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.Mark's sigh of frustration was like a deflated balloon, his breath escaping in a slow hiss as he recalled the countless times he had tried to kill Mara.The memories were etched in Mark's mind like scars, a reminder that he had unfinished business to deal with.Mara's dark history unfolded like a classic horror show. His reign was a masterclass in tyranny, as he ruled with an iron fist, his kingdom a dystopian realm of fear and subjugation. Mara's daughters, equally corrupted by their father's influence, wer
The darkness of night shrouded the sandy island, the only sound the crashing of waves against the shore. Mark stood firm, his shotgun at the ready, as Chuck's demon minions emerged from the shadows.Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, their twisted forms seeming to shift and writhe in the faint moonlight. Mark gripped his shotgun tightly, but instead of firing, he used the weapon as a club, swinging the handle with precision and force.The first minion stumbled back, his head cracked and bleeding, as Mark struck him with a swift swing of the shotgun's handle. The second minion lunged, his claws snapping wildly, but Mark dodged and countered with a swift strike to his chest, sending him crashing to the sand.The third minion charged, his eyes blazing with fury, but Mark was ready. With a swift swing of the shotgun's handle, he struck the minion with a crushing blow, sending him stumbling back into the darkness.Mark stood panting, his shotgun still at the ready, as the minion
Lucia struggled to her feet, the deafening explosion still echoing in her mind like a lingering nightmare. As she rose, Mark's taunting voice cut through the air, his words dripping with malice. "Lucia, I don't know what Mara told you, but this island isn't what you think it is. Even though I'm not sure why he brought you here, I will assume that you are innocent and worth saving."Lucia's response was a fierce scream, her voice shattering the tense silence like a shards of broken glass. "I don't know who Mara is!!!, but I doubt a psychopath like you would understand!" The words tore from her throat like a primal cry, her anger and fear boiling over.Mark's laughter was a cold, mirthless sound, a chilling contrast to the warmth of the tropical air. He materialized in the same room, his sudden appearance making Lucia's heart race like a wild animal. "Let's just stop the game of cat and mouse," he sneered, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "I'm not the enemy here."But Lucia was
As they returned to the island, the staff encircled Lucia, their worried faces a blur of questions and concerns. But she dismissed their inquiries with a flick of her hand, forcing a bright smile onto her lips. "I'm fine, really," she assured them, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside. Yet, her eyes betrayed her, revealing the depth of her fear and anxiety.Longing to escape the suffocating attention, Lucia made her excuses and hastened towards the familiar haven of her bed. Her feet carried her with a sense of urgency, as if seeking refuge from the world. As she collapsed onto the soft mattress, her eyelids drooped, and she surrendered to the all-consuming darkness of sleep.But her slumber was short-lived, her mind conjuring a vivid dreamscape that seemed all too real. She saw the world through a stranger's eyes, her vision limited to a narrow field of view. The shady man once again appeared before her.He loomed ahead, his gun trained on a face she couldn't see. B
As the boat churned through the turquoise waters, the small port and outskirts of the town materialized before Lucia's eyes like a canvas painted by a masterful hand. The sun cast its golden rays upon the rustic buildings, imbuing them with a warm, inviting glow. The sound of seagulls filled the air, their melodic cries intertwining with the hum of the engine and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.The port drew closer, its worn wooden docks and faded buildings rising from the shore like a worn, comfortable shoe. The scent of saltwater and seaweed wafted through the air, mingling with the faint tang of diesel fuel and the sweet aroma of exotic spices. Lucia's excitement grew, her heart racing with anticipation as the boat docked with a gentle thud.Without hesitation, Lucia sprang from the boat, her feet pounding the worn planks of the dock as she eagerly drank in the town's atmosphere. But her enthusiasm was short-lived, her lungs rebelling against the noxious air that fi
A woman lay in her bed, her sleeping form a graceful curve, her body relaxed, trusting in the bed's embrace. But then, her body began to stir, her legs twitching, her arms flailing, as if trying to outrun the darkness that suddenly began haunting her dreams. Her eyes snapped open, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short gasps, as if she'd been running from the shadows that chased her.This woman went by the name Lucia.She was a woman with a past shrouded in mystery, her memories fragmented, her mind a canvas of confusion. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a rich, chestnut waterfall, and her piercing green eyes shone like emeralds in the morning light. With a graceful motion, she threw off the covers and rose from her bed, the soft rustle of her silk nightgown whispering secrets to the morning air.As she moved towards the door, her slender legs carried her with the fluid grace of a deer, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cold floor. The warm sunlight
Asmo paced back and forth in the dimly lit corridor, his anxiety growing with each passing moment. "How much longer will they deliberate?" he muttered to himself.Finally, the doors to the courtroom creaked open, and Michael emerged, his expression solemn.He ordered the Transcendant guards,"Guards, tell Asmo and Lucifer to return to the courtroom."Asmo's heart raced as they reentered the courtroom. Michael cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Lucifer and his brothers, you have been found guilty of unspeakable evil. Your punishment is to be dropped into the unforgiving bottomless pit... or..."Lucifer didn't seem surprised by the verdict at all.He acted indifferent as usual but he couldn't stop himself from asking what was on everyone's mind.Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with intrigue as he asked,"Or what, Michael?"Michael's gaze locked onto Lucifer's. "There is a way for all of you to avoid your damnation. Come with me."Asmo's eyes widened as Mi
As the dust settled, Michael and the other Archangels burst forth from the rubble, their powerful presence evident as they levitated into the air. They landed gracefully on the outskirts of the battlefield, their eyes scanning the horizon as they gazed out upon the army of demons that stretched before them. The demons were armed to the teeth, their bodies laden with an arsenal of sophisticated weapons - grenades, machine guns, rocket launchers, flamethrowers, and even suicide bombs strapped to their bodies.The demons unleashed a hail of attacks, a cacophony of gunfire and explosions that shook the ground. But the Archangels stood firm, their eyes blazing with divine intensity as they weathered the storm. Michael raised a hand, and the onslaught froze in mid-air, suspended by the Archangels' collective power."Who's ready to end this?" Michael asked his brothers, his voice low and commanding. His eyes flashed with determination, and his brothers nodded in unison. Their faces were set