Three red moons hovers above scorched plains, flaming hooves spark the ground as a calvary rides into a pit of chaos. Creatures ranging from the small slime, and the nasty goblin, to the mighty ogre and the deadly manticore. Leading the charge, a war horse unlike any other, black as night with a mane made of blue flames trailing the back of it neck and around its hooves. Spark bust from its nostrils as it gallops forward.
Its mouth opens lunching a ball of fire into the crowd, incinerating all. Clad in heavy dark armor, wilding a sword bigger than oneself. With a savage roar, it cleaves through bodies. The calvary cut the herd, swing back, once again cutting through the enemies.
The battle ended as quickly it began. The calvary returns to their encampment, several figures came out to receive their mounts. The leader pet its steed before leaving.
"Give him some meat, he's earned it." The leaders voice rattles through the helmet vents.
Entering the tent, people stand in single file lines leaving a path leading to a gaudy chain. With every step the ground thumps, once seated, the leader removes their helmet, everyone who stood there slams their right fist upon their chest kneeling simultaneously, they chant.
"We welcome the young mistress back from her victory!"
Sharp deadly eye's stares down, no one dares to raise their head. The nail on her gauntlet stabs into the arm rest of the chair, air is thick.
"Would anyone care to tell me how the monsters got out of their holding cell."
No one moved.
"Any volunteers, no, I know I'm not talking to my self!" Now her nail digs into the chair, splintering. "If I have to---"
Someone blurts out, "mistress please forgive us."
Her head cocks to the side, eyes widen with irritation.
"It's hard to forgive someone for something when I don't know what they did, don't you think, so now, tell me what am I forgiving yall for."
A wicked smile stretches across her face, air thicken even more, everyone could feel the breath of death on their neck. Sweat pours from the man face, milting under the pressure.
"We, we were deceived by activist, they infiltrated our ranks, and without warning freed the creature, which gave birth to the unsightly scene the young miss had the bring to heel." With a fix glare, her finger taps hard repeatedly, "and these activists, did anyone catch them."
"Yes, we did indeed capture some, but the cowards took their own life," the pressure in the room increase, the man grovel, prostrating himself before her. "Please my lady, we are truly not a fault, forgive us."
She burst into a hearty laugh, her voice carries.
"Forgive yall, what is there to forgive, how can you forgive someone that is not at fault."
Several figures raised their heads feeling relieved, with the raise of her hand, many in the room burst into a black flame. Flailing around as they scream in agony.
She smiles, finding joy in their agony, her mouth opens wide, jaw part reveling a bottomless pit surrounded by blade like teeth. A strong suction pulls those who caught fire into the void, she reverts back leaving no evident, sadistically licking her lips.
"Now, let me inform you, you are in charge of the gathering and managing of resources, when something goes wrong, no matter what, those who are on sight, who are on duty."
She takes a deep breath.
"ARE TO BLAME!" She yells with vigorous fury.
"You are all at fault and there will be no forgive, so when something happens, you best fix it yourself or be prepared for the consequences, now. Go restock the resources!"
"Yes Ma'am!" They scramble to leave the tent. Once alone she leans into the chair sighing deeply. A maid walks in unannoyed.
"It is unbecoming for the Spirit king of the Darksiders to make such a sound."
The Young mistress jump, "gwwoo, oh, it's just you, don't startle me like that Meme"
The maid giggles behind her hand, "So, is everything finished here Satan."
Satan leaves from the chair, stretching.
"Yeah, apparently it was another activist attack," she scratches her head, "I don't know why father or mother don't use their (Absolute Rule) ability to stop this, the preparation would be a lot more efficient."
Meme smile as she pulls out a small wooden wand with white runes, she draws a circle in the air, a door open filled with blinding light.
"Why don't you ask once you've change, we still have time before departure."
They walk through, once her eyes adjust, Satan finds herself in front on her closet in her room that's still a total mess.
"What type of maid don't clean their employer room?"
Meme smirks, "the type of maid that was told by that said employer, not to touch their shit."
Satan nods in agreeance, she changes from heavy armor to simple par of dark blue Jenes, a red halter top with a black leather jacket. A spike choker punk ring and black lipstick. She ruffles her hair in the mirror.
"Okay let's go see the Sol Emperor."
In a white room devoid of life, a black ball with floating particle hovers over a creature that stand a little over three stories tall. Standing on four legs with a tail split in two, eight arms holding various items. Its head was perfectly symmetrical with five eyes, one place at the crown, and two stacked on each side. Half of its body is black with white specs and white with black spec.
Satan approach the large figure; she notices that the dark side eye is close. The creature made subtle movement as it faces Satan, it spoke in deep hums.
"Satan, I see you are wearing human attire, are you planning a trip to twilight."
"Mom, no one calls it twilight anymore, it middle or earth realm, but yeah, I'm meeting up with Brunhilde for an event, is dad okay over there."
She looks at the dark half with the closed eyes.
"Oh, yes, your father is fine, he's resting, why?"
"Well, we were attack by another group of protesters; they are hampering our preparation, I was wondering why you or dad don't use the (Absolute Rule) to stop them, or at least get them to help."
Satan mother brought down one of her hands. In it was a large orb that shin like a star with several rings around it, "me and your father are collecting energy to create these items, there's power in freedom."
"Yeah, and a whole lot of chaos." Satan though to herself. "Alright mom, I will be going now."