The landscape was desolate and ravaged by titanic forces clashing. The once fertile and green ground was now littered with debris and corpses, a barren land where life seemed to have been eradicated. Columns of black smoke rose towards the sky, obscuring the sun. The clash of weapons reverberated through the air, accompanied by the cries of the wounded and the roars of rage. A man with an imposing silhouette, over 2 meters tall, hovered in the air at the center of this chaos. His bat-like wings of obsidian black shone with a sinister reddish glow, and his completely red eyes scanned his opponents with a haughty expression. He had short black hair with two horns protruding from his head. His black and red armor was intimidating as his cape fluttered in the light breeze. Facing him were the archdemons Astaroth, Lilith, and archangels like Michael, Uriel, and another unknown archangel.
"It's the end for you, bastard," Astaroth roared with his typical hateful tone.
