Soaring through the skies, covered in ash and shoot stinging against my eyes for about a month and a half, I began to frown, noticing bodies of animals and humanoids alike littering the grounds. Rivers were no longer clear, the lake dark and puggy, and a single scent in the air overtook the ashy aroma, Brimstone.
It was a wasteland of death and destruction, and the Demonic Army was taking no prisoners. According to the holocube network, each major force, while trying to defend themselves against the demons and Devils, was desperately trying to pull as many resources from the planet. It was a shit show all around.
Pushing out my senses, I hastily landed on the ground, next to a village no more than a half a day's journey away, but only one step if I were to teleport via the darkness. Moving with a single step through the shadows, I appeared outside a large village and eyed the several angels hung on crosses.
Stripped bare, their eyes, tongue, breast, and genitalia were gone. Almost like someone had scooped them up, their moans carried a heavy weight in my heart as I stealthy moved closer, noting the dead villagers torn limb from limb littering the ground.
When the grunting sound of pleasure reached my ears, followed by the whimpers of mercy piercing deep into my heart, I could hear her fingers clenching into the soil as she clawed her way forward, the sounds of her whimpers followed by laughter.
"Angelic puss just keeps getting better and better! Shall we sacrifice them to Lord Moloch? Five live angels, a little damage—"
"Shit can wait; we still haven't tried the men and woman on the cross yet. I never got to fuck someone with their puss and cock removed; shit might be fun. You know, slapping that shit through their blood spots is like a fucking wet dream of mine. You down?"
What the hell am I listening to?
"BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOING!" A tall demon that looked like he had come out of Tartarus bellowed, piercing his claws through the skin of the young angel's booty and dragging her back as she kicked and screamed.
"NO! PLEASE!" She cried, as in between her legs, I saw a black liquid flowing down her thigh with a similar consistency to semen.
"You killed several of my brother, bitch! Not that I'm complaining, you gave us something to eat, but I did love them fuckers; now I've got to eat you till I'm bored."
"Please~" She whimpered in a whisper as she gave a prayer.
Indifferently watching, I was about to leave when one of the seven Balforgren Demons, who had been watching on guard, stood up with a large spear in hand. Horns pierced up, and a draconic tail that carried a jungle of bone spike around the tail minced.
He pulled out a small bowl and scooped up a bit of blood off the ground, gathering a few other demons' attention. He clapped his hands together, giving a small player in infernal.
"About time," The familiar voice of Drar echoed.
"We've found Greyson Snow near the Valley of Ser'ven; he's gained the attention of Lord Moloch."
A/N: Moloch is the Fallen of Sacrifice
"A meeting is to be had,"
"Oh really!" I shouted, stepping out from the shadows, startling all seven Balforgren Demons, known for their inhuman strength that is said to rival high gods if there are in the stages of Empyrean.
"YOU!
"A demon?"
"You look familiar," Drar'ethoal calmly said.
"Drar, why does Moloch want with my uncle?" I coldly asked.
"Arsene?!" He said as I got close. Close enough to smell the fear radiating off the poor female angel beneath my feet.
"H-e-l-p," she weakly said in a voice so soft I could barely make it out.
Making sure I didn't get any cum on my feet or cloth, I made sure not to get too close; that shit looks toxic.
"How scary," Drar said, carrying a smile as he narrowed his eyes, " You are truly one of a kind; I'd almost assume you were a pure demon."
"Not devil?"
"Devils have tails."
"So does a Balforgren Demons."
"One of the few pure variants that have a tail." I'd said. Demons rarely had tales, but when they did, they were always a force to be reckoned with, especially Balforgren Demons, whose defenses and strength were almost mysteriously high.
"But we're getting off-topic. Why is it you wish for my uncle."
"You needn't know."
"Drar, you've been involved in my family's line for a long time. I will warn you now, as I kill these pests here if by the time I arrive in the valley of Ser'ven and my uncle is harmed, death with pour over this world like fucking rain.
"Your not strong enough to stop us, Lord Snow," Drar calmly said, startling me for a moment. Was this respect, Recognition perhaps?
"If you appear, our army will be there to kill you. No more games, Arsene." He said, but it was then I moved, like a bolt of light piercing through two of the heads of the demons, ripping a large chunk of brain matter out before they could speak a word.
Dropping to their feet in a matter of seconds, I surveyed the now five demons as the bowl of blood fell to the ground.
"Drar, I don't play when it comes to family. Touch him, and I'll subject you to a new form of hell; we're in the Abyss, remember that."
I wasn't sure if he had heard me, but I also didn't care. My heart was cold, and my hands were trembling for the taste of more blood.
The Balforgren Demons all laughed, taking their comrades' deaths as a joke. Their bodies built like minotaurs were bulging a fearsome air, and I felt divinity ripple, like a wild storm that had me caught in the middle.
"Heed my call, Moloch," All five said, bellowing in laughter.
My brow scrunched; what the hell is going on? Balforgren Demons were the bastard spawns of Belphegor who had forced the Mother of Demons Lilith into creating. They were deadly loyal to him, to a point, it was ingrained into their bones. How is it they worship Moloch?
Does Mephisto know, or is this part of his plan? AHH! No time for that; I need to focus on the two Fallen I can handle. The Order of Chaos will control the others.