THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

Chapter Four:The Great War

Narrator’s Opening

That night, the sky was nothing but an open wound.

The stars had vanished, and the clouds split apart as if afraid to witness what was happening below.

The horn’s cry echoed like the sound of Judgment Day, shaking the earth until it bled from its cracks.

In that echo, the beginning of the end was born.

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The sky trembled and shattered like fragile glass when a terrifying sound broke through it—

a roar coming from the south, like a storm straight from hell.

It was not merely a sound… but a shiver that crawled into the bones,

making even the hardest of hearts stop beating for a single dreadful moment.

Poseidon stood in the middle of the field, his trident tilted toward the ground,

his breathing uneven, as if hearing death itself approaching.

Poseidon (trembling voice):

> “Impossible… what is that sound? It’s closing in—too fast!”

Oungan raised his head, his black sword glowing with a mysterious golden light,

his eyes narrowing, as if trying to pierce through the horizon to see the coming disaster.

Oungan (furious):

> “What in hell’s name is happening?! What is that thing approaching?!”

The air changed—

soldiers began to retreat, looking around in suppressed panic.

One of them fell to his knees, mumbling:

First Soldier:

> “It’s the end… they’ve summoned the armies of hell!”

Another Soldier, trembling as he grips his helmet:

> “No… impossible… nothing in this world could make a sound like that…”

As fear spread like wildfire, Phoenix lifted his golden wings,

his eyes fixed on the south, sharp and burning.

Phoenix (in a low, grim tone):

> “That energy… I know it… this isn’t just an army—

it’s a full invasion from the underworld.”

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Only then did Odin lower the horn from his lips,

its echo still trembling through the heavens until the very mountains cracked.

A mad smile spread across his face—

as if madness had finally found its home.

Odin (hoarse with ecstasy):

> “It’s over for you… you pathetic insects!”

Semiviel (shouting in fury):

> “You traitor… what have you done?!”

But there was no time for answers—

for darkness had arrived.

Dust rose from the horizon,

and behind it marched endless legions.

The hellwolves came first—

their bodies ablaze, eyes glowing like living embers.

Their howls tore through the sky,

followed by the ghouls:

the Devourers, with mouths that never closed, shrieking loud enough to shatter the mind.

The Rippers, running on all fours faster than the wind, leaving trails of blood behind.

The Crushers, whose steps ground stone into dust.

And the Cursed Skeletons, whispering blasphemies that snuffed out the weaker sorcerers’ spells.

Young Soldier (screaming, clutching his shaking sword):

> “They… they don’t stop! How many are there?!”

Another Soldier (choking):

> “Their number… can’t be counted…”

Then came a heavy crash—

and from it emerged the Trolls, hulking beasts wielding massive hammers.

Behind them, the Yeti—giants of frost leaving glaciers where they walked.

And finally, the sky itself turned into a black storm

as the Narguls descended—blue-winged demons that devoured light itself.

Hell had descended upon the earth.

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The darkness split apart to reveal seven towering shadows,

each step they took making the earth quake.

Garok the Bloody, laughing as crimson poured endlessly from his wounds:

> “It’s been too long… since I smelled the true scent of war.”

Ambaros the Destroyer, slamming his spear into the ground with contempt:

> “Let’s end this quickly. I can’t stand the light of this miserable world.”

Beelzebub the Glutton, drooling as he eyed the lines of men:

> “Ah… how I adore fresh meat.”

Okylloth the Corruptor, rubbing his hands as the plants around him withered:

> “Let’s turn this land into ash… an eternal desert of decay.”

Lilith the Temptress, moving with deadly grace, her whispers intoxicating:

> “Every man here will be mine… body and soul.”

Ashura the Envious, glaring at the kingdoms with venom in his voice:

> “Why do they bask in the light? I’ll steal everything from them.”

Varuna the False Justice, lifting a broken scale:

> “Let’s see how long their ‘justice’ lasts against my truth.”

And above them all—

two wings spread wide.

Asmodeus, King of Demons, stood revealed,

his features a fusion of majesty and madness.

Asmodeus (calm as a blade):

> “It has been a long time… fragile beings.”

Beside him stood his father—Morlock.

His mere presence made the air suffocate.

His eyes were black voids, his voice a whisper from the abyss itself.

Morlock:

> “Don’t rush, Asmodeus… slaughter is meant to be savored.”

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The earth trembled, the sky blackened, and fire spread across the plains.

At that moment, Poseidon raised his trident, his voice roaring above the chaos:

Poseidon:

> “Enough hesitation! Unite, or we’ll all be crushed before dawn!”

Oungan (grinning through blood, his sword trembling with power):

> “We’re doomed anyway… but before we die, let’s make this land a slaughter worth remembering!”

Semiviel (furious):

> “Odin, you damned bastard!”

Odin, laughing maniacally, grabbed one of the Narguls and shouted:

> “From this moment—my blood and yours are one!

Let’s burn this world together!”

Silence fell for a breath—

then the battlefield erupted once more.

Hades charged forward, his eyes burning with black lightning,

while Phoenix descended from the sky,

his golden wings blazing like the sun amidst hell.

Phoenix (roaring):

> “Forward, Hades! Let’s hold the line—for now!”

Then—the ground quaked again.

From the north, elven legions advanced, their arrows shining like stars,

led by Marin, Liaria, and Eilan.

Eilan (shouting):

> “We’re here, Phoenix!”

From the mountains came the dwarves,

their hammers striking the ground like thunder,

led by Balgrim, Karadan, and Kolmar.

Karadan (roaring):

> “You damned bird! Demons weren’t part of the deal!”

Phoenix (furiously):

> “I didn’t know they’d attack! Hold your lines!”

Above them, the skies gleamed as Queen Alethia and her maid Seraphina soared overhead.

Alethia (screaming):

> “What in the abyss is going on, Phoenix?!”

Phoenix:

> “This isn’t the time for questions, Your Majesty!”

Then—a new roar.

The orc legions stormed in, led by Tarok, Ragnar, Kargal, and Drogan.

Tarok (bellowing):

> “Forward, my warriors! Drench the earth in blood!”

From the shadows emerged Verculac, King of Vampires,

accompanied by Lamia, Zephyr, Nosfera, Mortian, and Valric.

Lamia:

> “My King… shall we join the fight?”

Verculac (smirking arrogantly):

> “We have no choice… we fight beside humans—though I despise it.”

And finally, a howl split the plains—

the werewolves had come, led by Volker, Skyel, Dravon, and Erwin.

Volker (snarling):

> “Grrrr… damned vampires! What are they doing here?!”

Verculac (laughing lightly):

> “I’m fighting demons, not you, moon mutt.”

Around them, soldiers screamed, trembled, fought.

Each strike tore new scars into the earth.

Each cry became another note in the symphony of war.

Amid the chaos, Oungan shouted to Poseidon:

> “Don’t you dare die yet… because I’ll be the one to kill you!”

Poseidon (coldly smiling):

> “The feeling’s mutual.”

Hades, raising his dagger, eyes glowing like burning coals:

> “And I… will cut off death’s escape route itself.”

The sky blazed.

The ground split open.

Blood covered everything.

And thus began the Great War of the Races—

the war that would decide who would remain…

and who would be erased from existence.