An air of fear invaded as the ghosts emerged. Their temporary rage of killing a few enemies had vanished as the ghosts scurried towards the vast demon army. Ghosts descended from large sand hills, covering fast a chasm beneath the hill’s feet. The demon army’s bellowing had dampened, cowed with the ghastly sight. The demons’ faces now turned sour, their bravery escaped their expression. The once battle cry that shook the bed of sand was suddenly in question. “The ghosts of Leechway!” One demon pointed at the far left. The army halted their approach. All of them glanced at the crawling distorted images of ghosts, appearing and reappearing as they moved. “The ghosts in protest. Maybe they are on our side!” One demon responded. “No, they seemed to be on the attack! They do not have sides.” “What are we going to do?” “Shall we fight them or run?” “Escape while we can!” “We can’t escape them. We have nowhere to run. We face them to the death!” More of them struggled in believing in

Manuheim, Heaven *** Nidas had a surprised look on his face. Alketh had a disconsolate look upon Rthur who just had un ruefully attacked Heaven’s military. Nethaniel knew what was coming and had the intention to do a little skirmish to deliver a big knock on the Angel Hall. He knew Lord Arkeus held a scheduled meeting amongst the Continent Monarchs as the god's presence emanated profusely outside the structure. “It’s a big mistake, Earthling.” Alketh taunted. He started to saunter slowly towards Rthur but halted his steps as a dark chasm or a blackhole, as large as a soccer stadium, appeared in the white feathery skies. A cracking sound loomed, followed by appalling thunder and lightning that reached the grounds. “It’s a portal!” Nethaniel said. Every one of them had their eyes on the black hole and anticipated a Hell dweller would emerge before the skies. “It’s impossible. This is only possible if..” Alketh was interjected. “If chaos is at hand. Portals would emerge anywhere in

War Chambers, Manuheim, Heaven *** Nethaniel stood across Arkeus with a large oval table, ten meters in its longest diameter, in between them. The war table held the map of Heaven, a large mass of land represented the continents and the rest were bodies of water. Oshengard and Hornstrong represented the Eastern continents, Centennia and Millenia were the Western Continents, Decadia was in the south, and the largest amongst them all and found at the center of the landmass, also covering the Northern part was Manuheim. It was a 3D representation of the land that showed contours, mountain ranges, land depressions, lakes, and altitudes. The map seemed to be a satellite view of all of Heaven and in real time, the water seemed to be moving in waves. The five continents were almost of the equal land area except for Manuheim, the capital of all the continents, which was almost twice one continent. Around the table consisted the Continent Monarchs, wearing grayish-white garbs that draped up

A day passed as Dreygo and his comrades were transported to Heaven undetected with a portal. The first angel they sought was Zudkiel as the intruders expected to grasp knowledge of the procedure of executing a forbidden spell – the only possibility to defeat a god. They wore shoals of white and grayish tunics that could blend with the Heavenly souls in Manuheim. Zudkiel stayed in one of his weapon foundries where he employed two skilled Heavenly souls in molding weapons for the Warriors. Viriel knew the place and he took Dreygo and Elaine there, together with King Davyd. They sauntered together with the crowd unnoticed as they had covered half their faces and their head bents as slicing through the Manuheim market. There were uneasiness and fear on their faces, women and children alike. Male souls did the heavy lifting as families went out from their whitewashed homesteads. It was crowded that day as souls started to prepare for the evacuations, scavenging and hoarding for a month o

Decadia, Heaven *** “Half a mile. They are coming fast.” Davyd said confidently as his eyes were closed, feeling or hearing beyond the others’ comprehension. “Wonderful lad you are, King Davyd,” Dreygo praised. “One minute.” Davyd estimated. Then the humming of machines loomed from afar and beyond the clutch of the tall trees. Startled, the Demons shouted to each other, delivering commands. They were unorganized. They took their weapons out and lowered whatever they were looting. The Kraken roared, and a demon stabbed its neck with a fork. It was their way of treating the monsters of Hell, hurting them to awaken and engage in a fight. “Thirty seconds.” The portals emerged below the vale, ten of them, surrounding the cluster of five hundred demons. A few demons came out from the Carrier’s opening with their weapons as they reinforce whatever battle that would ensue. No Demon Lord yet had surfaced. If not a Demon Lord, then it could be a Death Harbinger below the ranks of the rem