Surviving Armageddon

34. The Fallen One Rises

In the darkened throne room of Tarturas, Diablo, the enigmatic ruler seated upon the grand throne, raised his hand with an effortless grace. A flicker of dark energy followed the motion, weaving into existence a table made with intricate designs. The table stood at the center of the room, a manifestation of Diablo's command over infernal energy.

As if created from the very fabric of Tarturas itself, a set of chairs materialized around the table. Their dark, twisted frames seemed to fit seamlessly with the aura of the throne room. Each chair had an otherworldly elegance. They were tailored to accommodate the number of his loyal servants who stood on the elevated platform.

Diablo's hollow eyes surveyed the newly formed arrangement, his demeanor exuding an air of authority. "My beloved servants," he spoke, his voice resonating through the chamber with a commanding presence, "you will now sit."

In response to Diablo's directive, the arch-demons, each named and devoted to their dark lord,