"It begins," Staxius overlooked Bohemoth from atop a castle watchtower. The wind whispered as did the sound of revolutionist on the ground empowering demons to their true affinity.
"Staxius," wings flapped, a strong man landed – a small thud crept beneath, "-are you leaving?"
"Yeah," he turned, "-Satan, I trust you will lead the people?"
"I will do as you wish," they both looked over the town, "-it's strange, I never thought I'd willingly abdicate my powers to you. Our alliance is forged on one premise," he narrowed his eyes, "-and that is the Devil."
'In other words,' Staxius read between the lines, '-if my power isn't absolute, the alliance and the coming of the new age won't follow. A lot rests on my shoulders, this is the task I set for myself. For the Aapith Nation to survive, they needed someone strong. I've come to give just that.'
