In one part of Hell there was a prison, the walls of the prison were jet black, worn and covered in inscriptions that spoke of ancient punishments and betrayals. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced through the halls. A cold, thick air permeated the place, almost palpable, as if the prisoners' own screams still echoed in every corner. The guards, despite their brutality, could not hide their unease; they knew that those they guarded were not simple demons, but the embodiments of chaos.
"Why is the silence so heavy today?" a guard muttered, looking around nervously.
"It's just the pressure of keeping these monsters at bay," another replied, with a wry smile. "But if any of these beasts dare to move, I'll show them what true hell is."
Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the hallway. A guard vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed. Unease gripped the others, and a demon disguised as a guard, with a dark gaze and an air of confidence, advanced down the hallway. With a swift movement, he scanned his keycard into the prison terminal and a passage to Belial's cell opened.
Belial's cell was unlike any other. The walls seemed to absorb the light, darkening the surroundings even further. A towering figure stood in the center of the cell, his laughter echoing through the air like a mad echo.
"I am glad to see you, Moloch," Belial said, his eyes shining with an evil light. "Have you decided to free our people?"
"Of course, dear Belial," Moloch replied with a calculating smile. "But today, chaos will reign in hell."
As she spoke those words, Belial, a woman in her twenties with red hair and black eyes, extended her hand, and a circle of energy appeared, vibrating with power. A burst of light erupted within the cell, as she unleashed her true power. The chains holding the demons captive trembled and broke, freeing the prisoners, who charged toward freedom like wild animals.
Suddenly, the warden appeared, his metal armor gleaming despite the gloom.
"Stop, Belial!" he shouted, his voice ringing with authority. "I will not let you destroy the harmony of hell."
Belial turned slowly, a wry smile on his face.
"Harmony? Isn't this place a feast of pain?" he said disdainfully. "Prepare to know the true essence of hell!"
The warden launched a series of metal projectiles at her, but Belial raised a hand. The metal began to flow as if it had a life of its own, transforming into metal birds that launched themselves at the warden.
"Impossible…" the warden muttered, his mind reeling from the magnitude of the power he was witnessing. "What they say about you is true."
"My ability to alter reality is just a fragment of what I can do," Belial replied with a mocking laugh. "And now, you will be just another piece in this game."
With a subtle movement, he compressed the warden into a sphere of energy, crushing him with brutal force. The room echoed with the sound of his agonized scream, followed by a deathly silence.
With the warden defeated, Belial turned to the prisoners, his face alight with the excitement of impending vengeance.
"Listen to me!" he shouted, his voice filled with power. "We have been locked up for too long. Today we begin a civil war in hell! Chaos and destruction will be our banner!"
The demons, filled with excitement and anxiety, raised their voices in a war cry.
—Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!
"Come on!" Belial ordered, determined. "Wreak havoc throughout hell. Unleash the fury of the oppressed."
As she retreated into the war zone, a shadow of strategy and vengeance loomed over her. Belial knew she must gather energy and allies, but the time of vengeance against Lucifer was fast approaching.