Eligorr picked up the mask,
And decided to go on with his task.
The mask then merged with his face,
And after making sure it merged perfectly,
He decided to continue what his Master had said.
He wore his master's attire,
And even copied his tone and mannerisms,
He made sure that he was the exact copy,
Made sure that there won't be a single problem.
And after he quickly adapted,
He left the room,
While his master smiles giddily,
"They'll see me soon..."
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Selaphiel sighed at Lucifer's question,
Well...why did he left his former section?
He looks away, pretending he's angered,
Upon remembering his very reason.
"Well? I'm waiting, come on,"
"Michael...he...just don't listen a lot.
I wanted to be free from whatever we have,
I wanted to do what I want.
But as long as I'm under their wings,
I would never be free to do what I want to.
I'll always be their soldier.
Obeying what He told me to do.
My life should not simply revolve on those fools,
And I, shouldn't be just His mere tool.
No matter my rank, I will never be heard,
Their hearts will always matter the most.
Those humans, it was a mistake creating them,
They do not deserve to be protected.
Why were they showered with more affection than us?
When we're all that had been there, from the very start.
I'm sick of following all my life."
Selaphiel replied bitterly,
His acting making Lucifer believe.
The demon soon clapped his hands,
"Your dream will soon be achieved."
Selaphiel felt fear upon hearing him,
As Lucifer walked closer, his face plastered with a grin.
"I'll eradicate their humans soon,
And such massacre, is so close to begin."
Selaphiel's salmon-colored eyes bulged in shock,
But Lucifer was busy leading forward that he did not saw the way he react.
He lead Selaphiel to one of his deepest chambers,
So huge, any human could be lost.
He looks at the place, quickly filled with pity upon seeing the slaves,
They were thin and already exhausted, almost on the verge of death.
But Lucifer showed not a single hint of stress.
They were making human weapons, and Selaphiel could not believe his eyes,
Lucifer didn't even care about honor, so long as the angels and humans die.
But, what were the guns for? How will Lucifer seriously injure angels with normal bullets?
But Lucifer is not stupid, he's now sure it's something else.
Selaphiel gulped and tried to ignore their pleas,
It felt too harsh though, he was not used to this.
Hearing them cry and beg for mercy,
His heart crushed to a thousand pieces,
Internally saying sorry.
Lucifer watches as the humans continued to make him weapons,
Not daring to slack off, as they were guarded by monsters.
The place was filled with grief, but all he could do was smile,
"Just a little longer, and all of the world will be mine..."
Soon, Lucifer was called by one of the lower demons,
Making it known, that Satan had not yet returned.
Worry soon painted Lucifer's face,
Wondering where Satan truly is.
He quickly looked at Selaphiel,
Suspecting him about the unusual event.
He was about to confront him directly,
When Selaphiel quickly cut off a man's head entirely.
Selaphiel then turned to Lucifer,
"That man, is not doing his work.
It pissed me off, so forgive me,
But we must dispose the weak."
Lucifer's doubt soon faded away,
Selaphiel in his eyes, was no longer an angel.
An angel would never kill someone with such reasoning,
There's no way Selaphiel would fake the scene.
He smiles and quickly tells him to dispose those he deemed weak,
So Selaphiel continue with his kill.
Lucifer laughs and looks back at his messenger,
"I know Selaphiel had nothing to do with it, so for now, just send three batallions.
Make sure Satan is found before dawn,
If not, then I'll quickly join the war."
The demon quickly nodded his head and walked on,
Gathering the three batallions for an important mission.
Their only goal was to confirm Satan's location,
And after such, Lucifer promised to handle the situation.
He decided to call Selaphiel back, for other important matters,
And Selaphiel, hands already bloody, followed without question.
In Lucifer's eyes, what Selaphiel did was a demon's deed,
But in Alethea's eyes, it was something in between.
The slave saw how much those beside him are suffering,
Coughing off blood, barely fighting, and extremly thin.
They could barely stand, could even barely continue,
Their faces already stained with dust, and blood from all their labor.
Selaphiel chose the weakest he can find,
Those he knew, would rather die.
Their bodies are already giving up and begging,
So he gave them a quick death, their pain quickly leaving.
The poor woman even knelt at the angel's feet,
Begging, to also be released.
But the angel, knowing she can still survive,
Left her, and prayed she gain a strong mind.
The woman never saw the angel smile,
But she swore, that the angel was kind.
He only passed by her, but her vision became clearer,
And those the angel had passed, became a bit stronger.
Lucifer may not have noticed,
But he only killed those who weren't able.
Those he knew won't survive the war,
Those he knew would rather be over.
But so long as he can see hope in their eyes,
He will always, deny taking their life.
By the time Selaphiel came with Lucifer,
He looked exhausted from giving half his power.
Lucifer soon noticed his pale expression,
And quickly asked what could be the reason.
Selaphiel quickly lied and said it was nothing,
"Don't mind me, just a bit fed up with everything."
"That's unfortunate, but since you're a strategist,
How about help me plan our attacks?
I'm sure you'd be pleased."
Selaphiel only smiled,
But his temperance is about to fleet.
Yet he reminded himself to stay put,
So he could get more hints.
...
Satan quickly opened his eyes,
Sensing grave danger about to arrive.
It was no help that he had recently dreamt,
And not wanting it to happen,
He tried to free himself from the chains.
His voice was not heard,
And so were his efforts,
Which made his heart beat more,
Almost as if, it was about to burst.
He yelled a bloody cry,
Warning the angels and demons alike,
But they were only faintly heard,
As it was muffled, by the sound of thunder.
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Stacy happily walks towards the demons,
Busily following Lucifer's orders.
"Where do you think Lord Satan went?"
"Where was he last seen?" "Do you think he's dead?"
Questions continued to take turns and spread,
Which made Stacy a bit angry, as she wasn't even acknowledged as present.
She quickly yelled at them, like a child demanding attention,
And after making a mistake of looking into her eyes,
Her control over them took hold like poison.
She smiles giddily, happy of her stolen abilities,
Excited to flaunt it to Jacob, ever as quickly.
After recovering from the shock and happiness,
She then faced the crowd next.
She firmly told them to fight for Azazel, to listen to her so long as she lives,
The demons all agreed in unison,
No longer the master of their own beliefs.
She walks confidently to the battle field,
Ignoring the thunder continously cracking in the skies,
She rose her hand and pointed at the tower,
"Make sure all that resides there, die."
With a snap of her finger, the slumbering Azazel opens his eyes,
He stands up from his seat, and gave a wide smile.
He walks to his cages, where his abominations wait,
"Oh, sorry for the disturbance, but now I ask you to wake."
The cages soon were filled with howls,
Hungry already, ready to gnawl.
They kept tapping their feet and salivating,
Oh, the many flesh they could consume till morning.
"My children, I'm happy to annouce,
Our battle, officially starts now."
He opens the cages, and they all roamed free,
Leaving his room, ready to cause casualties.
His excitement could hardly be contained,
But he'll only reveal himself,
Once all are in the verge of Death.
He felt quite teary though,
Seeing the fruit of his hard work,
It was music to his ears,
Once he finally heard their bloody screams.
He peered at the window,
And like a proud father,
Admired the way they go.
"They stop at nothing,
Oh, let their fury be known."
...
Meanwhile, the angels quickly panicked at the sight,
Seeing the huge monsters, already joining the fight.
Michael quickly tried to locate his other soldiers,
When he saw a huge fire, building up in the sky.
He felt confused, because it wasn't even aimed at their enemies,
Not to the palace, not to the opposite army,
It was unmistakably,
Pointed towards the tower itself.
He felt conflicted,
Should he tell his angels to escape?
Or was it better to trust and wait?
He hoped he gets an answer soon,
before it's too late.
"Sir Michael! The fire is coming our way!!!"
An angel in panic, exclaimed.