In the grand expanse of the boundless Universe, three realms stood, each a universe within itself, brimming with enigmatic wonders beyond mortal comprehension. Among them, the Chaos Realm, shrouded in an eerie reddish hue, sprawled across the celestial canvas. Its dark skies were studded with planets enchained, akin to prisoners of an eternal cosmic sentence. These cosmic isles served as both home and prison to lower-ranked demons and tormented souls of mortals, trapped in a haunting dance of eternal despair.
There was only one light source which never dwindled nor stopped in its duties. The sole source of illumination radiated at the heart of the realm. Known as the "All-Consuming Fires," this central planet was a beacon of malevolence, casting a relentless, scorching light across the expanse. Its heat seared the air, and its light bore witness to the forlorn landscapes, scattered with lifeless corpses of those who succumbed to the unforgiving environment. Its light so bright that it can be seen across the dimension by all who reside within it. Across the landscape loomed death as barrenness and desolation permeated the chaos. It rained however; but not water instead sulfuric acid fell the sky melting away all it touched. But even amongst this destructive and unforgiving world was a distinct hierarchy of authority which commanded an army of unimaginable power.
There were the demon knights, their iron armor crafted with eccentric artistry, stood as a formidable force, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. and are the personal army of that keeps order in this realm. Each one wielded an array of weapons, from long, menacing swords to sleek, deadly daggers.
Above them reigned the Matriarchs commonly known as High or Noble Demons. They were those who had a shred of the Monarchs blood running through their veins by distant relation and as such gained great abilities. Numbering a thousand they are but merely commanders in rank.
Beyond even the Matriarchs loomed the Generals of Chaos, A trio of demons who unlike those lower than them had exceptional intellect and abilities. They dwell within the infamous "Ashstone Citadel." This imposing demon castle is a monument to malevolence, its architecture crafted from a sinister and ancient material known as "Ashstone."
The Ashstone Citadel rises from the barren ground like an ominous sentinel, its ebony-black walls etched with fiery runes that seem to writhe and pulse with infernal energy. The castle's creators sought to harness the most malevolent forces of the netherworld, and the Ashstone was chosen for its unparalleled resilience to the hellish flames that often engulf its cursed domain.
The generals themselves strong enough to wipe away entire civilizations in the blink of an eye kneeled before the ruler of this domain.
The Demon Monarch, Diablo appears as a handsome and young demon with striking crimson eyes that exude a sense of wisdom beyond his apparent age. His raven-black hair is neatly combed back, and he often wears a calm and composed expression on his face. Despite his youthful appearance, his existence has been for Billions of years, which becomes evident when one looks into his eyes. The long life he has lived has caused him to lose all sense of purpose and reason giving him the incentive to do what so ever he pleases.
"My Lord the Armies are gathered and the portal is ready." Said the weakest amongst the three Diol.
"We should strike quickly to ensure no unexpected interruptions." Said Azrial.
Whilst the third never spoke. "Very well let us begin." Said the liege of demons as he stood from his throne and unsheathed his crimson blade. "The realm of mortals shall be a nice addition to my domain." He went outwards of the castle, the crimson sky filled with countless bound worlds came into clear view as he marched towards his soldiers. At the sign of his presence they parted a way for Diablo to reach the portal gate. A massive hexagonal structure that extends for over a thousand kilometers. Its constructed with 8 massive metal bars that have archaic symbols upon them. The Demon Monarch would eventually reach its base and outstretch his left arm and held his blade in the other. And with a single slash blood drips from the arm of the demon king falling unto a ruin tapestry right in the middle of the gates base. The weather intensifies as the ruin lights up red as his blood extends to all sides of the gate filling up the crevices within the archaic symbols. Then in nearly an instant a colossal portal is formed within the gate causing great jubilation among the soldiers. Once again he sheathes his blade, he marching to the backlines of his army and as he finally does so he sits in an already prepared white and crimson throne carried on the backs of demon slaves.
The armies beginning with the beasts flooded the portal ready for the onslaught to come.
In the mortal realm, there was a small blue planet filled with life, this was the earth. Humanity had survived for thousands of years by creating solutions to their problems subsequently improving their lifestyle, but there was no man made solution that'd aid them this day. As the people below where going about their daily lives a loud explosion was heard across the sky.
*BOOM*
A gigantic blood red portal opened up blocking out the suns' rays as legions of demonic beasts poured out of it. The beasts are nightmarish creations—twisted and deformed, possessing razor-sharp claws, fangs, and grotesque appendages. After the initial outpour ended there were millions of demonic beasts hovering above the skies with their set of wings and all ready to devour the world below.
Then a tremor erupted from the portal as this time battalions of demons clad in armor flew out of the portal giving off nothing but an aura of death as they hovered on monstrous steeds. These were the demon knights and matriarchs.
The world below was awestruck as humanity couldn't comprehend what was happening world governments struggled to agree on whether to attack or try to communicate.
The people were unable to move as they couldn't come to terms with reality. They were screwed. And as the looming thought of running came over them a thousand more demons wearing even more extravagant armor came out of the portal on the backs of demonic steeds.
Finally out came the Generals and the Demon monarch with their commanding presence initiating the army to get into their formations ready for war.
They loomed over the state of New York as a mass evacuation was initiated. The people panicked as they scattered in all directions trying to get as far away as possible from the monsters. Just then a fleet of fighter jets flew across the sky. Each harboring deadly hypersonic missiles. As they speed through the air at intense speeds they begin an assault upon the army.
"This is DEVCON one, we are initiating our assault on the monsters above Manhattan copy."
Beneath each craft came out a loadout of missiles which were all launched simultaneously. They sped through at neck break speeds exploding on impact when coming into contact with the indomitable bodies of the demonic beasts.
"You dare mock us, the legions of chaos." The attack only seemed to anger the matriarchs as it was an insult to their power.
Upon seeing the lack of effect the entire fleet began to retreat. "This is DEVCON one over, the targets are still standing. Commencing immediate withdrawal." "Alright boys let's get out of he-"
*BOOM*
Only the sound of destruction filled the air as the demon monarch waved his hand incinerating that portion of the sky.
"Enough, tis time we begin." Said Diablo as he smirked revealing his wicked demeanor.
As the army readied to descend another crackle was heard in the sky. This time though it was a white portal and out came armies of elegant winged men. Clad in pristine white armor that seemed like it was made of light itself. Crested upon the armor are golden patches adding further protection. Their faces as well were covered by a golden helmet suitably and stylishly crafted to give the shape of a star which twinkles in the night sky, their eyes glowing a golden shade as they readied to battle.
The entire army of the heavenly realm had arrived and behind them was the keeper of light.
There was a brief intermission as nothing but tension filled the air from the force emitted by these higher beings. Thus it began
"Begin." The rulers of both worlds spoke in unison as their armies charged towards each other.
The armies of light and dark clashed creating a symphony of wails from both sides. Those amongst the frontlines were slain quickly on the demons side as the javelins of the angels pierced through their bodies like butter, revealing the purple blood running through their veins. There are also losses on the side of light as well, as some of the brethren were caught by their wings and viciously torn apart while others had their bones crushed agonizingly slow.
Those who fashioned close combat were all already in battle from both sides as angelic champions duel with demon knights in fierce one-on-one battles. Their weapons clash, and sparks of cosmic energy burst forth with each strike. Behind the imagery of the battle a line up of archers had formed. From a distance, angelic archers let loose volleys of enchanted arrows, each imbued with the essence of righteousness, piercing through the demonic ranks. Whilst demon mages begin their assembly and thus their arrival changes the course of the battle. The battlefield becomes even more chaotic and treacherous. Their dark spells intertwine with the demonic beasts' ferocious attacks and the demon knights' relentless charges. The angelic soldiers find themselves facing not only brutal physical assaults but also insidious magical assaults.
The archers begin their own attack as hundreds of thousands of arrows which glimmer with divine energy fill the air precisely striking thousands of demons down in an instant. The angelic forces begin to struggle but amongst them are the valiant warriors… the archangels. They began their descent unto the battle just but a few moments ago and their impact was already immense. Their presence alone commands the attention of both angelic soldiers and demonic forces. As the most valiant warriors and guardians of the heavens, they are determined to turn the tide in favor of the forces of light.
(A/N): here's a description for the archangels.
Raphael, the divine healer, emanates an aura of benevolence and restoration. His wings are a magnificent display of emerald and gold, and his presence is a beacon of hope for the angelic soldiers. In this battle, he takes on the role of a vanguard, leading the charge against the demonic beasts. With a wave of his hand, he channels healing energy to mend the wounded among his comrades, allowing them to fight with renewed strength.
Chayyliel, the embodiment of courage and valor, dons resplendent armor adorned with celestial symbols. She wields a radiant spear, gleaming with the power of righteousness. With a war cry that echoes across the battlefield, she takes on the demon knights fearlessly. Her strikes are precise and powerful, piercing through their armor with ease, inspiring her fellow angelic soldiers to fight with unwavering determination.
Araqiel stands as an imposing figure, exuding an aura of unwavering righteousness. His wings are vast and majestic, shimmering with iridescent light. Araqiel takes on the demon mages, engaging them in a battle of wills and magic. He counters their curses with blessings, breaking through their illusions with divine clarity. Each stroke of his sword sends forth holy flames that consume the malevolent darkness, leaving only purification in their wake.
Finally the head of the archangels Gabriel, the celestial messenger and strategist, soars above the battlefield with majestic wings of silver and sapphire. His eyes are sharp with insight and wisdom, analyzing the demonic formations and weaknesses. Gabriel takes on the demon nobles, engaging them in a deadly dance of spells and counter spells. With his divine staff, he weaves intricate barriers to deflect the dark sorcery hurled at him, and in response, he unleashes cascades of radiant energy that threaten to overwhelm the demon nobles.
In but a mere moment the tide of the battle has turned. Together, the archangels move in perfect harmony, their actions synchronized with divine precision. As they surge forward, the forces of light rally behind them, their spirits ignited with the archangels' indomitable resolve.
Raphael's healing powers shield the angelic soldiers from the demonic onslaught, allowing them to push forward without faltering. Chayyliel's spear pierces through the demonic knights, sending them reeling and disrupting their formations. Gabriel's strategic brilliance counters the demon nobles' dark magic, weakening their offensive capabilities. Araqiel's relentless pursuit of justice cripples the demon mages' malevolent spells, shattering their dark illusions. At twilight the forces of Diablo have been reduced to nothing. His mages were rendered useless, his nobles and knights slaughtered and his beasts eviscerated. All that remains are but a handful of a few hundred compared to the Lords army numbering in the millions.
"Bring me their heads." Suddenly spoke Diablo in a sinister tone, his arm outstretched pointing towards the archangels.
"yes." That was all they said as the three generals flew towards the battlefield.
(A/N): here's a description for the generals as well.
The first of them is Diol, the world destroyer. He stands tall and slender, mocking the divine with his attire reminiscent of God's clothing. Despite his seemingly unimposing appearance, his power is terrifying. With a stoic expression, he exudes an aura of destruction. His ability to use energy beams and fire them from his eyes is legendary, capable of annihilating entire worlds with a single gaze. Diol revels in overpowering his opponents, taking perverse pleasure in the destruction he causes. Though his strength may be considered weaker than an archangel in training, his destructive capabilities are unparalleled.
Then there was Azriel the shadow knight. Clad in shadow armor, Azriel is a powerful knight who wields a greatsword that can obliterate planets with a single strike. His armor grants him nigh-instant teleportation, making him a formidable adversary on the battlefield. What sets Azriel apart is his ability to create a domain, a pocket dimension of his own, where he can move and manipulate reality to his advantage. This domain also allows him to travel at will and even send others into this eerie realm. While Azriel can face an archangel, battling them one on one is a daunting challenge even for him.
Finally, most fearsome of all is Null; the shapeless enigma. Null is a being of formlessness, a black ooze that defies conventional comprehension. His physical statelessness renders him unaffected by physical attacks, and he has unrivaled strength beyond any of the previously mentioned entities. Null can warp himself into the fabric of reality, allowing him to manipulate illusions and trickery on a small scale. He is a master of manipulating perception and bending reality to his whims. Having surpassed even the archangels, he stands as a fearsome force of darkness.
As Diol, Azriel, and Null join the demonic forces, the battle takes a dark turn. The three generals move with ruthless efficiency, each engaging an archangel in a deadly confrontation.
Diol locks his gaze with Raphael, the divine healer. With a cruel smile, he unleashes his devastating energy beams, tearing through the celestial defenses. Raphael valiantly attempts to heal his comrades even as he faces the relentless assault. However, Diol's power is overwhelming, and the archangel's efforts are slowly overcome, leaving the angelic soldiers vulnerable.
"Enough, I shan't loose, not just for my sake but for all those who have fallen." Cried Raphael as he outstretched his arms and wings releasing a wave of healing energy towards his comrades. Alas he left his guard down in trying to help his brothers. In a single swift motion Diol kicks him right in the ribs painfully breaking him in half…. literally. With his torso split in half his body is sent crashing towards the earth long side the corpses of the dead. His inners releasing a divine glow which begins to fade as tears roll down his face.
"Please… I don't want to die." He sobs as he desperately tries to heal himself, but as expected it doesn't work. Angels cannot use their innate abilities for their own benefit after all.
He looked up to see his brothers still fighting valiantly, he looks around to see the carnage on the world. "I'm sorry." He begins to sob as his body just keeps getting weaker and weaker. As he is about to close his eyes he hears something. It is faint but that was the sound of someone, a human calling out for help. With all his might he pulls himself to the wreckage, it was within a red car there was a woman in it loosing blood.
"Help me." She pleaded. "Save my baby." Raphael looked and saw that she was pregnant about 4months. He smiled "Still caring for your child even as you are in this state, humans truly are beautiful creature." He outstretched his arm and pulled off the door catching her as she fell out. He placed his arm on her head. "At least I can heal one more." A green light radiated from his palm as his body began to crack and as it dissipated he broke apart into fragments. "Goodbye my brothers, goodbye father." He was gone.
The woman awoke to the horrifying scene in the sky and immediately ran as far away as she could; leaving us to wonder what became of her.
On his throne as he watched the battle, the Lord could not help but shed a tear. "Rest well Raphael in eternal slumber."