7. Pity to the Weak

The rivers dried in drought sorrow riveted to the wide world for the realm of mortals was soon to be invaded. Of herald of carries of souls of wretched shall carry the bidding for the saketh of the worldeth.

The cry to wills of the weak despair towards the unfortunate. Such was the tune of whimpering and cowardice. The call for the hero of the swordeth remained unspoken towards the masses. A time forgotten to the world but revised to the ancient. A call that so ancient ,a being so ancient. The world went to a new fold.

Of Dragons and Monsters, of hero and villains and of angels and demons.

Black and white will clash. The result will be the damnation of the entire world. But why would you care? Are not thy a mere watcher or is this pleasure merely a succumbing addiction to thine. But nevertheless the world will reach utopia.

For the great war in the history of mankind is about to unfold. It just remains to be known of who will dictate history first and set an example to others.

Lord Lucifer POV:

Sirzech was a man of war. As long life held to him he never saw a clean pasture of sheer purity. A fight between gods ,angels, heroes and different pantheons removed all and every shred of purity to his world. Once he thought to mimic the over world or earth. But even this dream was not something he could afford.

Wearing pure extravagant dark red clothes two horns and an aura befitting the maou stood in front his army caring none for the weary but of the one's who survived the horror. His predecessor would cry of what a mess underworld had become in his absence . Even then he had to strive for the benefit of his people, For the hard work bestowed by the children he needs to work .

"General. What do you think of the current climate of this place"

He looked at the Asmodeus heir to know of what he would do in this hopeless situation. It seemed to dire to be left alone here. the stench of death permeated in the surrounding.

"Lucifer. I...."

He knew that there would be no such thing as salvation but still he hoped. Even though god hated them he hoped for a news. A light in his deary world. fighting for hundreds and thousands of years left his mind battered and bruised.

"Enemy attack."

It seemed that his thoughts would have to end once again.

Sirzech's charged with his cavalry of devils to the enemy territory.

A meeting between the two,

one light and other dark ,

Piercing the shadow of dust,

Kindling hope to the destitute and remorse to evil,

History will be written once more,

For the world will give birth to a new saviour, A demon ,a god ,a monster.

That's how they both met.....