Of all the realms Morvius had to visit, Hell was the one he dreaded most. It wasn't fear that troubled him but rather the chaos and volatile nature of its rulers.
The Demons were powerful and essential to the balance of cosmic forces, but they were also aggressive, unpredictable, and unbound by the same codes that governed Celestials or Angels.
Still, he had no choice. This attack would required every force and the Demon race had to be tols as well.
He had sent a message ahead, addressed specifically to Demon King Bael—the oldest, and arguably the most diplomatic of the Demon Kings. If there was any chance for order in this meeting, it was through Bael.
Now, Morvius stood at the threshold of the Hell dominion.
The realm of Hell yawned open like a colossal wound in space, a vast plane of obsidian earth and burning rivers that flowed like arteries of fire.
The air shimmered with heat, carrying the scent of brimstone and ancient blood.
