Heaven And Hell

Nefarious Plans

Downstairs, a demon awoke in a lush room with a succubus laying in bed next to him. He stood and walked over to his closet, putting on his royal uniform before walking through to the dining hall, a breakfast feast for him already laid out along with a pot of coffee.

He took a deep breath and sat down, slamming back the entire mug of coffee, placing it down and tucking into the various meats and sweetbreads in front of him. Lucifer had been living like a king, as that is what he had become, down in Hell. He was mildly upset that it had taken so long to take over Midgard but he knew that with Kolgod up there, he had to be careful what he did. One wrong move could end this whole thing, so he refused to let his emotions overtake him.

In his head he went over the plans for the day. Clean up some riff raff that had sided with Kolgod, add to the population of Hell, send up several more battalions of Demons, and then rest.

A servant entered the dining hall with a messenger. The servant refilled Lucifer's mug with coffee, bowed, and left the hall, letting the messenger to talk with Lucifer.

Lucifer puts up a finger to the messenger, signaling him to wait, and knocks back the second mug of coffee, before allowing the messenger to speak.

"The plans for today have been going well so far, as we've taken over another settlement in Midgard. The Arctic is almost thawed out completely and Antarctica's melting processes have been progressing nicely, although quite slow." The messenger reported.

Lucifer thought about this report for a while, chewing slowly on a chunk of Bratwurst. When he swallowed, as it was rude even for demons to speak with their mouths full, especially royalty, he asked the messenger about the settlement Kolgod was in.

The messenger rolled his hands together nervously, before responding. "They acquired a new vehicle 3 weeks ago, a Corrupted CH-47 Chinook. The walls have expanded 3 times, 3 artillery pieces were acquired, and 2 anti air emplacements have gone up. It's unclear if they have the necessary munitions, but we can no longer risk aerial reconnaissance, as the C-RAMs have been reported as moving autonomously. Their largest generators are focused solely on running them."

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, eyes closed and thinking over these new developments. "The next attack wave we send should focus on the generators, not killing. Try to destroy anything essential to living, but leave the structures. If we manage to overtake that settlement, the structures can serve as deadhouses until we burn them down. If we cannot overtake it, they'll be weakened and demoralized at the very least. Put one of the aircraft out of commission for as long as you can as well, preferably the Stuka. Something that won't be easy to repair as the parts are long outdated and are only found in Museums, which we have overtaken. Don't destroy the parts, instead lay traps and ambushes, along with patrols, inside and outside of them. We can kill quite a few that way. What's their current population count?"

"200 able bodied men, 50 children, and 100 women, sir."

"Kill some of the children. That's the biggest thing we need to worry about. Those children will have grown up in the wasteland we've created, and will be a bigger threat than the previous generations, and it'll take more resources to support a pregnant or nursing woman than a newborn or young child."

"Are you sure sir?"

"Yes. I am. Now get out before I have you executed for doubting me."

The messenger bowed and quickly left the room, leaving the ruler to his breakfast.