Burning Soul

"It's time to overthrow those arrogant Gods and reclaim what is truly ours." In the upper plane of Nine Hells, a minion spoke with determination causing an uproar. "Then what about the primal plane, there are some powerhouses we can't overlook." Another minion raised a question to which everyone got silenced. "Those flies are not even worth bothering with, our master can clean them up if you wish so." This time an old minion sitting in the dark corner spoke draining everyone's attention. He was no ordinary minion as he had a royal crest on it, meaning he was a subordinate of a demon lord. Which demon lord, no one could figure that out. He continues, "My master wishes the wellbeing of Nine Hells, anything that comes across will have to suffer." Everyone could feel a sharp chill in his words. "Whom do you represent, and how can you be so sure? Those planar powerhouses once sealed us all here, who knows what trick they have up their sleeves." One of the minions on the table spoke to which others nodded as well. About some 300 years ago, demon-lords were the most formidable creatures and their minions and Demonoid were also frightening, though they were suppressed by Planar Forces. "I serve the only true Demon-Lord, Defallages. And he has a plan in motion, if you want to go to the surface, you may consider joining our forces." His words felt like sharp arrows to everyone, 'true demon-lord? What does he think of himself?' All of them burst into laughter. "That damn bastard, the weakest of the Demon-Lords, he thinks he's the true demon-lord. Such a creature hasn't evolved in centuries. And about joining your forces, go screw yourselves. We are as good as we are." The elder minion spoke. To his words, others started causing an uproar. "And here I thought you could understand. Anyway, the plan is already in motion. We will unite the forces across the Nine Hells, with or without you." He said so while getting up from his seat and walking to the doors. No one saw the smirk on his face as he left. A few moments after a messenger walked in and spoke to the elder minion. His eyes widened as he started to shiver in fear. Sweat started building upon his body and he fell from his chair, "No way!" Other's started murmuring in low voices, 'what happened? What did he listen to?' After a brief moment, a minion spoke, "What is it? What is going on?" To his question, the messenger answered in a serious tone, "Retaliation!" Everyone was startled, no one heard such a term in ages. "Whose retaliation? What is happening?" Everyone could only see the fear in the elder Minion's eyes. "Defallages, he has assassinated his own archdemon and has seized his domain. After doing so he launched a full head-on attack on Arch Demon of the upper plane, Diablo." Hearing this everyone went pale. Becoming an Arch Demon meant gaining total control over a domain. The domain of Defallages was Slaughter, gaining total control over it meant his strength would increase dramatically. Not only his, but his subordinate's strength would boost up as well, allowing him to take on stronger opponents. This time the Demon Lord of the higher plane, the 8th Demon Lord Diablo, known for his strength. He was the younger brother of the 3rd era True Demon Lord or Demon Warlord Bellafus, who had conquered many planes under the demonic flag. Going against such a powerhouse was waging war against the whole demon race. If Defallages dared to attack Diablo that meant he had the strength and confidence in turning the tables.

Though this was ridicule in many minion's eyes, their expressions changed when they saw the Elder Minion glowing from the inside. The mark of his master on him started fading. The only meaning of such an event was that his master must be in a life and death situation or may have died already. Other's started panicking. The gathering in Nine Hells was in chaos. "What a mess these filthy creatures are." A god from his domain spoke to his fellow gods. It was the domain of the God of Games, Regis, 'They are still after the enlightenment?" A fellow New God asked him. "Their ambitions are a bit too greedy, yet they are necessarily evil." He answered. "But what about the Primal Plane? Wouldn't they suffer?" The New God asked Regis again. "My responsibility is not to interfere with their matters. The Goddess of Justice will see to it, and as for the people there, I'm only concerned about that last piece. As long as it's down there, we cannot rule the world the way we want to." Hearing this the fellow gods sank into question. "Why did he put it there? Did he not believe in us?" One of them asked to which Regis replied, "We can't question him, and he is the god of creation after all. Everything he has done has meaning. Once the barrier is weakened, we will personally be able to go down to the prime material plane and get our hands in the last pieces of the Heavenly Ruler Chest, till then…" He was interrupted by the entry of the goddess of war, Valkyrie. "Regis, we need to go. Milo is waiting for us, you wanted to tell her something right?" She asked him. "It's time then, let's go, Val, I mustn't make her wait or she'd get mad at me again." He stood up from his seat with an awkward smile. As he stood up, he looked quite young, so young one might take him as a kid. But he was one of the most formidable gods in terms of strength. He never fought on the front but, after all, he was the greatest strategist of all time. "But what is it that you want to talk to her?" Valkyrie was a bit curious, as he never interfered in any godly matters. "Oh that, I actually want to talk to her about the Planar Barriers." Hearing this Valkyrie startled a bit. "Are you serious? That's a heavenly secret and it's something that is related to upper planes as well. You sure you want to talk about this with her?" She asked with a worried tone. "Yeah, that's what I seek." Saying this he walked through the portal. As he walked through, Valkyrie followed him after glancing on the Prime Plane from the viewing portal in the room.