In the dark halls of the underworld of the Infernal Citadel, Asura, the Demon King, stood upon his obsidian throne, his gaze cold and calculating as news of Akhekh's defeat reached him. The fall of the dragon was not only the loss of a powerful ally, but also a threat to his plans. His deep, guttural voice echoed throughout the chamber as he summoned his six guards, their massive, menacing figures bowing before him.
"It is time," Asura commanded, his eyes blazing with red fire. "Summon the Seven Chief of Hell. They must rise to restore balance and destroy those who dare oppose me."
The six guardians obeyed Asura's orders by nodding their heads, indicating that they agreed with Asura's unquestionable decision.
The six guardians moved in unison, each chanting an ancient incantation that shook the very foundation of the citadel.
The air grew thick with suffocating energy as seven fiery portals erupted in the chamber, each one summoning forth a prince of Hell. The first to appear was Mammon, his bulky, molten gold body glistening as gold wear and gold flames clung to his armor like parasites, his clawed hands gripping a scepter forged from the power of his gold manipulation.
Behind him came Asmodeus, a creature both alluring and terrifying, its sculpted upper body glowing with unearthly beauty while its snake-like lower half coiled menacingly. Its three faces—male, female, and savage—glimmered with captivating malice, their voices harmonizing in a mesmerizing song.
From the third portal slithered Leviathan, a handsome young man, with long silver hair alongside a hint of blue-green at the ends, with irises the same color as his beautiful hair. Some parts of his body were wrapped in snakes covered in shiny black scales, his serrated horns crowned his head filled with rows of jagged teeth, emitting an aura of despair so strong that it made the surrounding atmosphere darker.
The fourth portal buzzed with the buzz of flies, heralding the arrival of Beelzebub, a hideous monster whose fly-like head moved with unnatural movements. His body from the neck down was human, but rotting and dripping with bile, and swarms of locusts circled around him, devouring the air itself.
From the fifth portal, Belphegor was dragged, a woman of great beauty and seduction, wrapped in a black robe that slightly covered her face, her hands that looked very delicate and soft, gripping a rusty scythe that creaked under its own weight. Her half-closed eyes shone faintly, and an oppressive lethargy spread throughout the room as she moved.
Then came Satan, erupting from a storm of fire and ash, his crimson and black armor pulsing with a burning rage. His great, blood-stained sword hummed with fierce energy, and his burning eyes held a vengeful gaze of eternal rebellion. His aura of cruelty and rage left the six guardians unable to stand still for a moment. His incredibly muscular body gave the impression that he could destroy anything in his path.
Finally, the seventh portal shone brighter than the others, and Lucifer appeared, his presence silencing the chaos. His six black wings spread out in divine splendor, their golden edges fading into shadow. Clad in broken heavenly armor that gleamed with haunting perfection, his piercing blue eyes shone with soul-piercing pride. In his hand, he carried a shining spear, gleaming with the light of his former glory and the darkness of his fall. The beauty of his face seemed to be a sign of his charisma that masked the mystery of his limitless power.
As the seven stood before him, their combined presence exuding a malevolence so intense it threatened to warp reality itself, Asura rose from his throne. His booming voice cut through the infernal tension. "Akhekh's fall will not go unanswered. Together, you will hunt those responsible and remind the mortal realm of the price of defiance." The chiefs knelt in dark unison, their twisted forms promising chaos as they prepared to unleash hell upon the world.
As the seven chiefs stood before the guards, their forms radiating hatred and overwhelming power, the foundations of the Infernal Citadel shook. This was the pinnacle of Hell's power, and their summoning signaled the beginning of unfathomable destruction.
The room fell silent, their hellish forms radiating an aura that seemed to shatter the air itself. From the shadows, the six guardians, Mantus, Xaphan, Tengu, Set, Ahpuch, and Lilith — stepped forward, their expressions filled with respect and awe. Each guardian radiated their own unique power, but they too bowed to the chiefs with a calculating warmth. Mantus, the leader of the underworld guardians, spoke first, his voice a deep rumbling from the abyss.
"Your arrival is an honor to all underworld. Your power shall be the hammer that crushes our enemies." Mantus gave directions without losing his respect for them
Lilith, the dark temptress, moved gracefully like a snake, her fiery red eyes flashing as she smiled. "The King awaits. Bow before him, as all must bow before him." The guards stepped aside, revealing Asura seated on his obsidian throne, his gaze sharp as the flames of power danced around him. One by one, the seven chiefs knelt before their king, their imposing figures bowing in submission as Asura rose. His voice boomed throughout the chamber, a mix of authority and menace.
"Rise, you are the greatest power of Hell, and your time has come to bring chaos to the human." The seven stood, their eyes burning with purpose, as the guards watched with satisfaction, knowing that the forces of Hell were now united under Asura's command.
The air crackled with energy, their forms casting ghastly shadows on the obsidian walls. Lucifer, his six dark wings spread like blackened stars, was the first to step forward. His voice was ethereal, carrying the weight of his fallen celestial grace. "To be called by you, My Lord, is an honor that echoes through the deepest voids of Hell. We are your sword, your fire, your will. Command us, and we shall destroy the human." Around him, the other chiefs murmured their agreement, their voices a chorus of hatred.
Beelzebub's fly-like face contorted as his buzzing voice tore through the room. "Human grow bigger from their comfort, their land ripe for consumption. Their flesh shall feed the herd, and their cries shall be our music."
Leviathan, hissing in amusement, delivered his venomous words. "I will make sure to make them suffer and let them witness the destruction with their own eyes."
Asmodeus' three faces grinned evilly, his melodious voice both alluring and unsettling. "And I will infect their souls. They will beg for salvation, but none will come."
Mammon's golden body gleamed as he gripped his gold-plated scepter, his voice filled with greed. "They are nothing but dust compared to what Hell has to offer. I will make them fear me."
Belphegor, moving gracefully in her robes, chuckled. "Let them rot in their deaths. I will torture them slowly, their armies will crumble as they surrender."
Satan, clad in pitch-black armor, raised his great blade, its edge gleaming with an insatiable hunger for blood. His voice was a roar of rage, his fury barely contained. "Enough of this game! Let us march upon their lands, burn their cities to ashes, and crush their champions to dust. I will show them the wrath of Hell!" His words filled the room with an intensity that made even the guards shudder, but Lucifer raised a hand, his voice piercing the tension like a sword's blade. "Quite all of you, we will burn their world, but take our time. Human are not the weak creatures they once were. They have become wiser, and their alliances stronger. We must destroy them piece by piece, until their resistance is nothing but ashes."
Asura's sharp gaze swept across the room, silencing the whispers. "Lucifer speaks the truth. The humans have become bold, but they are fragile. We will strike at the right time, only then will we fully unleash our wrath, ensuring their utter annihilation." His voice resounded with the authority of a king, his words sealing their pact.
Satan growled, his blade gleaming menacingly. "When the time is right, I will lead the charge. Their blood will soak the earth, and their screams will echo through eternity."
Asura nodded, his fiery gaze burning with satisfaction. "Prepare your forces, and await my signal. Together, we will reclaim what is ours and vanquish them."
They bowed deeply, their immense pride momentarily fading before their king's command. As they departed, the halls hummed with anticipation, the weight of their plans promising untold chaos and destruction. The world had no idea of the storm that was about to descend upon it.