Utter turmoil

The skies have turned into a dark gray, and when the earth cracks open, flames lick the sides of broken ground.

A platform made of brimstone, and smell of salt emerges from the ground, the earth trambling at what it's birthed.

I must look crazy, or crazy cool, as I sit on the throne made for me. It's made of the bones of the damned, and I grin, flashing the terrified humans a scary smile. Loss is on one side of me, Amon on the other.

The replacement leader of Sorren, Roxas, stands behind the throne, facing towards the the crowd, laughing like a maniac at them. I fight an eyeroll, knowing he's doing too much.

One of the reasons that the sky has blackened is the wings of the fallen angels, and Nephilim flapped, looking like crows ahd overtaken the skies.

Demons waited for my order, as the desire to run chaos ran high. They extend long forked tongues at the humans, licking their lips.

I feel their hunger as my own, and my eyes change color, my body preparing to at