It was undeniable—the Powers had indeed arrived.
The Royal Demon families, lords of vast empires spanning the cosmos, ruled much of the known universe. They controlled entire planets, solar systems, and their inexhaustible resources. Their might was not just in their power but in the armies they commanded, the ships they wielded, and the fear their very nas instilled. To challenge a Royal Demon was to wage war against the very forces of the universe itself.
The void of space trembled as it opened, and their ships descended into Hell. The arrival of their armadas was an aweso display of their collective strength even though its unity was false.
It was a good reminder of the power they wielded.
Hell itself, was a plane unlike any other, and it was prepared to receive them.
From a distance, Hell’s shape resembled a massive, kneeling human figure—its head bowed in eternal supplication to the heavens. This image of penitence was the eternal form of the place, representing the view that the one above all should rember that those within were in eternal suffering.
Although one could see its form from above, it is said that not even the Morningstar himself had ever ventured to its true edges. Hell was truly boundless, a labyrinth of tornt and secrets, and now, it was about to beco a battleground.
The void groaned as the first to arrive was the fleet of the Mammon family, lords of Greed. Considering that they was benefits to be had in this place, it was only natural that they made arrival for the sake of interest.
Their ships glittered with gold and polished tals, massive and ornate, resembling floating vaults in the void. Each ship was shaped like a hoard of treasure, their hulls adorned with coins, crowns, and jewels that sparkled ominously. Their armies were clad in armor that reflected the light of distant stars, their eyes gleaming with insatiable hunger.
Naturally, they sought not just to defeat Leviathan but to claim what remained of his power for themselves.
Their ships emitted beams of light, each one symbolizing the greed that defined their essence—devouring anything in their path like cosmic parasites.
Next ca the forces of Asmodeus, lord of Lust, now ruled by the power known as Lustrinia. Her ships flowed into Hell like serpents slithering through the void, their forms graceful yet predatory.
These vessels were sleek and seductive, their surfaces shifting as if alive, a constant ripple of movent. Made from obsidian and dark crimson tals, they pulsed with a disturbing red allure.
When it ca to a mix of technological and biological advancents, they were the best in all of the cosmos, as such, this was demonstrated in all their work.
Each ship carried legions of beautiful yet deadly demons, their forms shifting between ethereal beauty and nightmarish horror. The very essence of Lust dripped from them, intoxicating and suffocating, ready to seduce and destroy. Even their n were no exceptions.
This was yet another reason why Cuban in his ti did not get along with this people. His cousin sister Everbee was much more in touch with her true nature as a mber of the Asmodeus family.
The air around the Asmodeus family shimred as if reality itself was blushing under their presence. (author’s note: See what I did there?)
The embodint of Gluttony, ruled by Baaldrith was next. Their arrival was heralded by the imnse, lumbering ships that dwarfed all others. These vessels were grotesque, bulbous and swollen, like living entities that had gorged themselves to the point of bursting. Their surfaces were uneven, oozing strange liquids and gases as they drifted through the void.
Baaldrith’s armies poured forth, monstrous demons with bloated forms, consuming everything they touched. Their weapons were cannons that fired globs of corrosive, devouring matter, designed to engulf and digest whatever stood in their way. Their hunger was endless, and their purpose was clear—devour Leviathan’s realm and so more, if possible all of hell, including the other royal families until nothing remained. And then so more.
The Satanic legions, representing Wrath, arrived next. Their ships were jagged and brutal, forged from black iron and brimming with weapons of war. They were designed purely for pouring out malice, each vessel a floating fortress bristling with cannons, spikes, and blades. Red flas flickered from their exhausts, leaving trails of burning plasma in their wake. Malacho’s armies, clad in spiked armor and wielding massive weapons, were the embodint of rage. They howled and roared as their ships breached the void, eager for the bloodshed to co.
The Belphegor family of Sloth, now ruled by the Power Zolgorith followed, though at their own slow, deliberate pace. Their ships were ancient and moss-covered Whales, like ruins that had drifted through the void for eons. Massive, sluggish, and unmoved by ti, they appeared almost asleep as they approached Hell. Yet, within their stillness lay imnse power. Their armies were lethargic, seemingly indifferent, yet they possessed devastating strength. After all, they were indeed the slowest, but for this reason, also the fastest.
Their kind could not even be bothered with building ships and the like.
Then ca Abaddon, the embodint of pure destruction, now ruled by Astraelia. Their arrival was marked by a tremor that echoed through the fabric of Hell itself. Abaddon’s ships were massive, blackened vessels of war, each one a monunt to annihilation. They were not sleek or beautiful like the others; instead, they were jagged, broken, and scarred, each one a relic of a thousand battles. Their weapons were simple—obliteration.
Where their cannons struck, nothing remained. Abaddon’s forces were terrifying—soulless, relentless, with a singular purpose: to bring Leviathan to ruin, to raze everything in their path to the ground.
Finally, the Leviathan family’s ancient realm awaited in Hell, silent and still. To say that they were ready for battle would be a lie. Imprisonnt had sapped a lot of their strength, and they did not have access to resources like the other families and had therefore not thrived like they had.
aning that this had more chances of being a one sided massacre than an actual war. But would it? After all, the Leviathan family of Envy were all undead. aning that no blade could truly end them. This was were their true strength laid.
But now, the forces of Envy stirred. Leviathan himself, though vulnerable without his heart, was still an unpredictable force of nature, one with the potential to consu his foes in his cursed undead form.
The Powers had gathered, their fleets filling the skies of Hell. Each one a force of unimaginable destruction, each one representing the deadliest sins known to demonkind. Though they had co for a common cause—to eliminate Leviathan and claim his power—they did not trust one another. Suspicion hung in the air as thick as the sulfurous mists of Hell, for each family had its own agenda, its own lust for power. And in this gathering of demons, betrayal was always just one step away.
This was of course a weapon that the mother of hell was well aware of its existence.
Just as the Royal Demon families readied their armadas for invasion, the very ground of Hell seed to crack open, as though the infernal plane itself was alive and reacting.
Out of the depths poured forth the devils of Hell, but not just any devils—these were the Cupbearers, the highest-ranking elite of Hell, beings feared even among their own kind.
Their presence alone was enough to give pause to the mighty demon families, as these were the servants and warriors of the highest order, bound by ancient pacts and loyal to Hell’s reigning power. And also because of the effects that chaos energy had on Demons.
After all, there is a reason that Devils had once been the police of the royal families.
The Cupbearers assembled, forming an impenetrable wall between the Royal Demons and their intended target, Leviathan.
What struck Lustrinia, the power of the Lust family, wasn’t rely their united stance, but the unnatural cohesion between them—a rare sight in Hell. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and then the realization hit her with certainty.
**Lilith was free.**
Not only free but in control.
As if to confirm her suspicions, a figure erged from the midst of the Cupbearers, floating gracefully above the battlefield. It was none other than Virgil, the one known for his wit and sharp tongue, second only to Lilith in his cunning.
He wore a smile that seed out of place, as though this entire event was a grand performance for his amusent. His presence caused a ripple of unease to spread among the assembled Royal Demons, but before they could react, Virgil’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"Have the Principalities and Powers of the Royal Demon families," he began, his tone mocking yet poised, "co to bow before Queen Lilith, the Mother of Hell?"
His words were chosen with care, designed to strike at their pride, and indeed they did. Rage flickered in the eyes of many, and a murmur of discontent spread through their ranks. The notion of bowing to anyone, especially Lilith, was an insult of the highest order.
But before the fury of the Royals could fully take hold, Lustrinia, ever composed and calculating, replied from within her ship, her voice resonating through the void. "Have the hosts of Hell co to offer surrender?" she asked with icy calm. "We will only accept if you bring Leviathan’s heart."
Virgil knew Lustrinia. Her nature was one of pleasure, as such, it gave the edge of tongue and incredible advantage. However, his battle today was not with her quick mind.
No! it was with the elent of each of the royal families.
After all, the best way to defeat a man was with his own house hold.
And so Virgil turned to his prey, the easiest of them to attack. "Gramlion," he called towards the Power of greed, "if you are here, then who is it that protects your Primary plane and all its riches, or have you placed it in a lock under your bed?"
"Fuck!" Lustrinia cursed. After all, she knew what Virgil was about to do.
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