"What a surprise," the dark winged entity at an obsidian throne have said.
"You shouldnt be," his visitor has declared. "You bask in destruction everytime under here."
"Are you sure you must be here in the first place? The heat can melt the strongest of weapons, burn the most righteous souls, stain even the purest of wings."
"Is that even a proper way of greeting a visitor?" The visitor's voice is challenging.
"Im not expecting any."
The visitor drew some sort of a book. It glowed and suddenly runes started to float around the visitor. "Just be happy that Im here to replace you."
"Excuse me?"
From that moment, a group of demons have entered the throne room and pointed their weapons towards the figure seated on the throne itself. The entity stood and in a matter of seconds a staff has materialized in his hand. The staff looks more of a trident, with a seasoned ruby engraved in it.
"Pardon the intrusion, Lord Lucifer," an armed demon have said. ", but we prefer to have a new face on your place."
"Asmodai," Loneliness was evident in Lucifer's words. "For many years you have been one of my greatest friends, the most important asset of the Underworld. This thing Im holding is proof of it. We have endured the Waves together, but got banished because of our contrasting ideas with the Council. But we were still together, and made this realm as what it is now."
"You are right," Asmodai said. "I am indeed your friend. But Hell has waited long enough for the retribution. The mortal realm has grown ripe for the war, and you do nothing! Our brothers and sisters, the one you rule, have grown tired of your excuses. A millenium has passed, Lightbringer, and we must act."
"But again," It is now the visitor that spoke. "You, Lord of the Underworld, have failed your brethren. Instead of preparing for war, you made a truce with the Council. I was amazed by your defiant act but not the residents of Hell. So I took pity of your poor brothers and sisters and decided to give them what they want. But that would start by..."
"... by replacing me," Lucifer cut him out. ", and in doing that you fed them senseless ideas."
"Senseless ideas?" the visitor chuckled. "What I presented them was RETRIBUTION. Even I have grown tired of the Council's benevolance. I desire destruction, yes, and war is the only way to quench my thirst. Thus, it is the only answer..."
"War is not the answer. Believe me, Abaddon, this will be the start of the end of everything!"
"Oh you dont know what I intend to do, Lucifer. You say it will be the beginning of the end? But its what everyone here seeks for! It sounds like you dont like the idea of extinguishing the Heavens."
With this, the demons have let out their battle cry. Slowly, they inched closer to Lucifer.
On the other hand, Lucifer knew this will be a big mistake. His brethren know of the truce but they never knew its real reason of existence. For a millenia, the warring forces of light and dark have raged, even in the mortal realm. The powerless humans, caught in the middle of the crossfire and afraid of what horrors are happening around them, have wielded faith, but over the years this faith has proved to be weapon. A far more dangerous weapon that when he and the Council spoke of it they had no choice but to discontinue their quarrel. Thus, the truce was born, and Lucifer, with the Heavenly General Michael, have secretly been making preparations against this threat.
So far they have contained the situation. Michael intended to disintegrate every threat but the Celestial Scribe, Metatron, stopped him, for they will not know what would the disappearances' effect on humanity.
But returning to the reality he is in right now, with his people being blinded by the Archangel of Destruction, he knew he had no choice but to make them submit to his power: in order for them to realize their stupidity. Even his friend, the Hellforge Asmodai, is about to experience the fury of the Lightbringer.
They will know, that the title Lord of the Underworld is not just for show.