"Hm. So our sister....she's finally found her."Freya laughed, the faint beacon glowing in the clouds beyond their empyrean domain marking where Serena had broken the hex.
"I figured it would be only a matter of time."She strode over to Pyra and Megara, their warlike sister scowling.
"Well. In the morning, we make for Ultima. If our brat of a sister awakens Demogorgia, I won't get my throne the moment that filth opens her mouth."
"Ooh. Can we burn a few demons?" "If we need to. We shouldn't make too much trouble, though. We need to be in and out of there. Megara, won't you be a dear and help us?"Megara simply scowled, her mouth unable to vocalise with a circle of green runes briefly silencing her. Freya smiled.
"That's what I thought. Be a good war goddess. Of course, those little people of Serena's might prove to be a little problematic, but..."Freya's eyes drifted towards the home of her faithful, where raucous chants in Freya's name could be heard, a great (but not too great) hall set up for them to live in. Mortals had their uses in Freya's vision of the world, after all. A kind goddess always offered their worshippers some boons.
"Perhaps it's time I take a leaf from Serena's book. What she can do, I can do better."
"My lord! The barrier is weakened! Only Lord Mammon and Lady Leviathan's parts still stand and we haven't seen them in so long!"
Mephistopheles had had many sleepless nights as of late.
His generals had defected en masse, not that he was sure he'd ever had them in the first place. Lucifer was always more interested in seducing the enemy than fighting them, Satan had been more concerned with protecting the man he viewed like an younger brother, Belphegor and Asmodeus were more concerned with the bottom line than the party line, and Hellrealm knew what Beelzebub was doing. His forces were being routed around Generia by the godling Serena and her mercenaries. His scouts told him that she and her allies were on their way to Penultia, the front line. The front line where hardly anything had been left, with most of the demons having retreated. He'd made so much ground only to lose it all....
Demogorgia had to be proud of him, didn't she? Proud of what he'd achieved in this war.
"My lord, what are your orders?"
Mephistopheles massaged his temple, leaning back in his throne. Ultima Fortress had been emptier as of late. Mammon and Leviathan were missing, as were most of their contingent. Only a few troops, those in Mephistopheles' personal guard, remained at the palace. This war, for better or for worse, was to be decided soon.
"Rally the toops. We will march out at dawn. Leave me."The assorted demons gathered at Mephistopheles' side vacated the room. When he was sure they were out of earshot, he stared at the casket containing Demogorgia's corpse. A spell was upon it, to preserve her body perfectly; if he ever figured out how to bring his master back, he would bring her back when he had won the war and made the goddesses pay for what they'd done.
And also because he couldn't bear the thought of letting her rot away in the ground. His master had loved the sky so dearly. Letting her rest beneath the blue skies she loved was the best he could do.
He shook away the nagging thought. He didn't want to know what she'd really say if she saw him right now; she had never wanted war, never once, and yet here he was, waging war in her name. What kind of servant did that make him?
"Milady, I swear to you, if you see what comes when we win....you'll understand why. You have to. I have to finish this."
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