THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

Chapter Eight:The Hell of Gluttony

The ground shook beneath Asmodeus’ steps, iron chains spinning around him like savage serpents, sparks flying with every movement. His eyes glowed with madness, his voice mocking:

"Is that all you’ve got?!!"

Hades advanced with his twin daggers, the chains attached to them, his eyes as cold as the ice of hell:

"Words change nothing… show me your skill."

Phoenix smiled, his sword gleaming in the air:

"Calm down a little, Hades… I’ll turn that arrogance of yours into screams."

Asmodeus roared in anger, striking the ground with his iron chains. The rocks beneath their feet split, and the soldiers’ cries echoed across the arena:

"Arrogant insects! Filth like you will never understand the meaning of power!"

Hades lunged with lethal agility, his daggers moving like snakes, and his chains coiled around Asmodeus’ limbs.

At the same time, Phoenix descended from above, his strikes falling like thunder, each blow smashing the ground, splitting and igniting it.

But Asmodeus remained unfazed, his black chains deflecting the attacks and sometimes wrapping around them to immobilize their movements, roaring:

"You will never bring me down… I am hell itself!!!"

Narrator:

"This was not just a battle of muscles, but a clash of wills. For Asmodeus, power was crushing the weak; for Hades, it was confronting fear; for Phoenix, it was sacrifice to protect others."

Elsewhere in the arena, the ground trembled with the arrival of Beelzebub, the Prince of Gluttony. His massive body twisted like the belly of a black swamp, his mouth always open, teeth sharp as saws.

He laughed disgustingly:

"Flesh… blood… souls… I will devour you all to the last breath!!"

Three of the greatest leaders stepped forward before him:

Verculac, the Vampire King, with glowing red eyes and gleaming fangs.

"Don’t block my way, you cursed wolf… step aside!"

Tarok, the Orc leader, massive in build, wielding a huge axe beneath tongues of flame.

"Let the drums of waaaaar sound!"

Volker, the Werewolf leader, bare-chested, growling like a starving wolf.

"Grrr… don’t command me, vampire."

Verculac smiled coldly:

"Tch… hey fatty, let’s see how long your rotten stomach can withstand our blood."

Beelzebub coughed, saliva dripping from his mouth, laughing:

"Weaklings like you cannot defeat me… I will devour you all!!!"

Volker growled:

"I’ll tear your guts out before you swallow a single bite."

Tarok raised his axe with a roar:

"Orc blood will blow up your belly… until you explode like a carcass!"

Beelzebub opened his mouth like a dark abyss, his scream deafening:

"All of you… a delicious feast!!!"

Narrator:

"A different kind of confrontation began… a struggle against endless greed, against gluttony with no limits. A war between a beast that cannot be sated, and warriors who swore to be the last wall before the fall of the alliance."

Hades’ long chains shot forward like the fangs of a hungry snake, piercing Asmodeus’ body with his twin daggers.

The latter screamed, unleashing his hell from his chest:

"Damn youuuuu!"

Asmodeus’ flames engulfed Hades’ left arm, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.

Hades screamed in pain:

"Gaaaah!"

Phoenix descended from above, his strike ablaze, piercing Asmodeus’ shoulder, black blood gushing.

But Asmodeus roared, his black chains coiling around Phoenix and smashing him to the ground, his foot crushing Phoenix’s chest:

"You will be the first to die… you chicken!!!"

The battlefield plunged into a storm of destruction.

Aletheia launched her spear at Ashura, but he deflected it with his scythes, sparks flying from the impact. Dragmor charged behind her, releasing a massive wave of fire, while Falkoris struck a decisive blow with his sword.

Ashura grinned madly, taking all three attacks head-on. His body tore slowly, blood scattering in all directions, yet he shouted:

"Is that the best you’ve got?!!"

Then he retaliated with a devastating counterattack:

A direct stab into Dragmor’s chest, drowning him in blood.

Dragmor: "Gaaah… that hurts, you madman!"

A hellish punch sent Falkoris flying several meters away.

A blast of energy struck Aletheia, forcing her to kneel, gasping for breath.

Aletheia: "Hah… hah… hah… hah!"

In the arena, soldiers faced ghouls, demons, and cursed monsters.

Oungan decapitated enemies relentlessly, his steps leaving piles of corpses.

Poseidon unleashed waves of black water, turning into blades that tore through the ranks.

The werewolves fought to the last drop of blood, tearing dozens of demons with their fangs and claws.

The dwarves built an unbreakable wall, each axe strike shredding the demon army.

Morlock shouted in rage:

"I will annihilate you all, you weaklings!"

Oungan smiled madly:

"This is hard for a dying old man."

Poseidon calmly:

"We will defeat you today, here, on this land."

Narrator:

"The war was approaching its peak… who would endure in the end?"

The arena became a whirlwind of blood, fire, and weapons.

Asmodeus faced Hades and Phoenix, his chains intersecting with their daggers and sword, each clash creating an explosion of sparks and blood.

Ashura fought three of the strongest warriors, each of his strikes shattering the ground, each counter throwing blood into the sky.

Beelzebub devoured ghouls while Verculac, Tarok, and Volker resisted him, their bodies covered in blood and wounds.

Oungan, Poseidon, and Morlock clashed at the heart of the army, destruction surrounding them from all sides.

Narrator:

"At that moment, every soldier, every leader, every warrior… was part of a symphony of hell, where strength, courage, and madness intertwined at the peak of chaos."