THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

chapter five:The Great War 2

The wind howled, carrying with it the scent of burning iron and fresh blood.

The sky was split in two: one half torn by the wings of birds, the other boiling with demonic flames.

Beneath it, the earth was about to turn into a sea of chaos — thousands of soldiers screaming in a storm of cries and steel.

Asmodeus stood atop the rocky hill, the cold smile never leaving his face.

Before him, a sea of moving shadows… the armies of Hell.

And across from him stood the Grand Alliance, in solid ranks, each race holding its weapon with its final ounce of pride.

Asmodeus (mockingly):

> "How beautiful this play looks… legions of pathetic creatures who think an alliance can create miracles."

The demons behind him laughed, a hoarse sound like the barking of wolves.

But the laughter stopped when the air trembled, and Morlok, his father, appeared — a shadow older than Hell itself.

His voice rumbled from the depths:

> "Let them gather as they wish… we will turn this place into a graveyard for the ages."

Asmodeus (with a twisted smile):

> "Every one of their screams will be our anthem."

Across the battlefield, Hades watched with icy eyes.

He said nothing at first, only raised his gaze toward Asmodeus and spoke in a deathly calm tone:

> "I’ve found my prey… my old friend."

Phoenix replied with a side grin, sharpening his wings with glowing golden light:

> "Just don’t let me be the one to beat you to it this time."

Oungan’s voice cut through the Alliance ranks like a blade:

> "All I see before me are flying flies, icy monkeys, deformed bodies like children’s scribbles, and stray dogs!"

For a moment, silence… then the entire front exploded with laughter — humans, elves, dwarves, avians, werewolves, orcs, and vampires alike.

Even the dwarves laughed ferociously. Kolmar, the short dwarf, yelled with his face red from excitement:

> "Ha-ha-ha! This human’s tongue is sharper than my hammer!"

But on the other side, Morlok had lost his calm.

He roared with a voice that made the heavens quake:

> "You dare compare the bloodline of Hell to insects?! You filth! I’ll hang your heart as an ornament in my palace!"

Oungan replied with a cold smile, his eyes blazing:

> "Do it… if you can!"

The sparks burst between their gazes.

The battle was about to erupt.

Then…

Poseidon raised his trident high, glinting under a flashing light.

His voice pierced through the chaos like a decree from fate itself:

> "Today, we do not lose.

None of you will pass but as rotting corpses upon this land!"

The Alliance’s war cries rose until even the mountains echoed them.

Then…

The first roar of the demon armies thundered.

The earth itself trembled.

The Explosion of War

The two sides collided.

There was no line between shadow and light anymore — only a wave of flesh, steel, and blood.

The orcs, with their massive bodies, swung their hammers and shattered bones,

but the demons lunged with open jaws and serrated claws.

Screams, the crunch of bones, then explosions of dark blood.

A human soldier shouted:

> "Behind me! Take cover!"

But his voice never reached anyone — his head flew off the next instant, spinning through the air before falling into the mud.

The dwarves formed a wall of steel shields,

and whenever a demon broke through, their axes stormed upon it like a tempest of iron.

Kolmar yelled as he smashed a demon’s arm:

> "Come on, filth! Let me show you how steel is forged!"

Above them, werewolves ran and leapt,

tearing through demons and ripping their throats with gleaming fangs.

But the demons’ black claws spared no one;

every tear was met with another, and blood washed the ground like tainted rain.

The Burning Sky

The sky was no less savage.

Birds clashed with the winged Narghul,

golden feathers flying against black flame.

Each collision birthed an explosion of light and ash.

Arathon, the young commander, flew like a flash of lightning,

cutting one Narghul in half with a single strike,

then spun midair and kicked another square in the chest.

Serena, the general with golden feathers, spun her sword in a wide arc,

raining blades down like a storm of fire.

The sky lit up with every swing.

Ordog, the Narghul commander, huge and scarred, bellowed:

> "You winged lice!

I’ll tear your feathers out one by one!"

Arathon shouted back, his voice crackling:

> "Stay right there… I’m coming to cut your head off!"

At that moment, Oungan’s voice rose from the ground,

mocking even the heavens themselves:

> "Look! Even up there, they’re getting crushed by a flock of chickens!"

Morlok roared from afar,

his voice tearing through layers of air:

> "You will all regret this… I’ll make the sky bleed until the last feather falls!"

Oungan stood in the heart of hell itself.

Every swing of his sword left an arc of golden light,

slicing through bodies and soaking the soil with blood.

His smile never faded.

A soldier beside him shouted:

> "Commander! The demons are flanking us from the right!"

Oungan, without turning:

> "Let them come… I need some entertainment."

A demon hurled a spear at him,

but Oungan ducked, caught it midair,

and drove it through another demon’s chest until it burst from his back.

Blood splattered across his face; he wiped it with his thumb and grinned:

> "Perfect."

Poseidon, beside him, fought like an enraged ocean.

Every thrust of his trident unleashed a wave that drowned enemy ranks.

Water mixed with blood until the ground became a swamp of death.

The soldiers behind him roared his name:

> "Poseidon! Poseidon!"

But he heard nothing except the echo of his enemy’s screams.

His eyes saw only Asmodeus atop the hill.

> (That face… will be buried beneath my waves today.)

The Supreme Battle

Phoenix and Hades charged like twin bolts of lightning.

Each carved a path through dozens of demons.

Bodies flew, heads rolled,

but their target was one — Asmodeus.

Hades was utterly silent.

Inside, an ancient voice whispered:

> (Every time I see you, I see myself… child of Hell.)

But his lips said something else:

> "He’s mine!!!"

Phoenix shouted while blocking a demonic strike:

> "Don’t rush, my friend… that monster can only be slain together!"

Energy erupted around them like a vortex of light and darkness,

each blow creating an explosion that shook the ground beneath their feet.

The Other Leaders’ Battles

On the eastern flank, Semiviel advanced swiftly,

tearing through demons one after another,

his voice blazing with fury:

> "Ooooooodin!!! You bastard!!! I’ll tear you apart piece by piece!"

Odin’s laughter rose from afar,

clear and calm:

> "You’ll never reach me… you’re still a child chasing illusions!"

Sparks ignited between them before they even met,

and soldiers around them retreated from the force of their power.

On the southern flank,

Queen Aletheia stood with majestic composure,

her wings radiating pure white light amid the darkness.

Every foe who approached her turned to ash before touching her.

She gazed toward the heavens and whispered proudly:

> "Those two boys… they’re weaving the glory of the sky with their blood."

On the ground, Commander Ganesha laughed amid corpses,

smashing everything before him with his fists.

> "I want a worthy opponent… these gorillas aren’t even fit for appetizers!"

He laughed even as he crushed a Yeti’s skull like nothing.

On the queen’s left flank,

Dragmorr and Falkoris — her loyal wings — fought fiercely.

Their foe: Ashura the Envious, a nightmare given flesh,

his voice a mix of sobbing and laughter.

Ashura (screaming madly):

> "Why are you gifted?! Why do you possess beauty and strength?!

I’ll burn everything you are!!!"

Dragmorr replied with a mocking grin:

> "Because you’re ugly in spirit, you cursed thing!"

He charged forward, delivering a crushing kick to Ashura’s gut,

then Falkoris descended from the sky like a thunderbolt,

slamming him with his wings and smashing him into the ground.

The explosion sent dust into the heavens,

but when it cleared…

Ashura was rising slowly, his face twisted with blood and madness.

> "Why… why you?!

I’ll make you taste what I feel!!!"

He raised his arms, unleashing a flaming black skull,

screaming like a living creature, racing toward Dragmorr.

Falkoris shouted as he dove to save him:

> "Draaaagmorr!!!"

The sky exploded.

The light engulfed the entire horizon.

And the sound… was like the scream of the heavens themselves.

Time itself froze before the grandeur of chaos.

Smoke covered the horizon,

the earth turned into a river of blood.

But despite it all…

none of the heroes had fallen.

They still stood, panting, bleeding,

but their eyes — unbroken.

A final cry from Oungan:

> "We will not loooooose!!!"

He raised his sword to the heavens,

and the light reflected off it like the first dawn born from the heart of Hell.

Narrator:

> "And thus, in that moment,

the war was no longer fought between kingdoms and armies…

but between pride and fear, between dream and abyss.

And everyone standing there knew —

the end had not yet begun."