Chronicles of War (Rewritten)

All Hell Broke Loose

The oceans churned with immeasurable violence as sea deities fought amongst each other for territories and control, the world fiercely shook and ravished by the Broken Hellgates War...

Creatures and deities of the Underworld gathered at the gates of Hell to assemble and prepare to wage war against Heaven.

Many of those gathered have been waiting for millennia to exact revenge on the gods of order or were eager for bloodshed and violence. The gods who mercilessly destroyed their once normal lives of joy and happiness. Their dreams and hopes crumbled into dust and ash. The gods whom some once referred to as their lovers, friends or family. Some worshiped them as their idols, but could never see them the same again after hearing of the atrocities they committed. Maybe that's why they say you never meet your heroes...

Deities of chaos and the Underworld were gathered as well to contribute to the war, though some only wished to use the war as an opportunity to cause more trouble. Hariva, Manok, Vauri, Yurta, Miral, Geauo, Zavis, Shakir, Koreus, Sthen, Otrova, Delia, Hystria, Moro, Oras, Golar.

One goddess stood out as the general of this dark army, Imelda, the daughter of Lord Reyine, the ruler of the Underworld. Born from his unbridled rage and hate, created a being made from said pure hate was Imelda. Known by many names, such as the God-slayer, Daughter of Blood and Hate, Spiteful goddess and many others.

Overwhelming sadness and anger filled Reyine after he was exiled to the Underworld and cast out of Heaven by his own brother, Olasir. Confusion and rage washed over him, unsure of why his very own brother and kin would do such a thing to him. As if to make things worse, most of his powers were drained by Olasir. An intense amount of hatred formed within him, so much overwhelming hate that he clutched his chest from the pain of it. Thoughts running through his head in circles like a never-ending train. All that hate had then formed into the goddess of war and violence, Imelda. Imelda was the embodiment of hatred and the physical form of Reyine's desire for violence, allowing him to return to his peaceful self but all the terrible memories were never forgotten...

Let's return to the beginning of the war...

The troops consisted of thousands of demons, devils, spirits, monsters, dragons and other mythical creatures while their fearsome commanders barked and shrieked out orders to get their troops ready for battle. The cracks of whips echoed through the air in order to get mischievous spirits and demons back in line. The menacing blessed silver spikes lined along the leather whips that the legion commanders brandished, struck fear into the troops as it could easily shred them into pieces. They needed to ensure that all the troops were adequately prepared and had a clear understanding of the battle plan, so that they could have a quick and efficient response to any changes on the battlefield. Although eager to roam the world above and spread chaos and destruction, they needed to make sure that their troops were all in formation; in fear of being obliterated and struck down by the short-tempered Imelda. Imelda wasn't going to allow mistakes to happen, not even the smallest and slightest of ones.

The commander of one legion ordered his miasma-producing swamp spirits to form two lines positioned behind the undead legion, which were given orders to be on the frontlines and to spread out to attack from the flanks.

Above the surface, the mortal soldiers and demigod children of Underworld deities were given instructions to form into lines and have the same orders to be placed on the frontlines. Terrifying demons, such as the Nuckelavee, could leave brave warriors petrified from fear and were placed into groups. Monstrous children of Underworld deities were summoned to fight in the Broken Hellgates War as well. The airships gleamed in the sunlight as they were loaded and armed with numerous weapons and cannons. Lean armored and spiked hulls glinted as they were refueled. The variety of mechanical war machines were powered by cores full of magical energy and their metal shells glinted dangerously under the flames of the fiery Underworld.

Finally, the legions were ready to set out.

She took a deep breath and mentally prepared for the battle ahead. Confident as usual, having won countless wars before this one, and that confidence had never wavered over millennia. In the end, coordinating so many restless demons and divine beings who were all bursting with hate and excitement was tough, but Imelda's head was steady and cool, and her voice was firm and fierce, commanding everyone's attention easily. She held her head high, proud and sure that after careful planning and preparation, victory was most definitely certain. The plan involved brutal slaughtering of any enemy and to win the war by any means.

Fighting isn't pretty after all and war is brutal and life-changing.

She knew that the success of winning the Broken Hellgates War depended solely on her ability to deliver a unified effort. Knowing that she had to be able to anticipate and destroy any potential conflicts before they arose and stood in her way.

Ah yes a wonderful plan indeed, full of brutal violence and carefully planned tactics..

Powerful dragons and monstrous winged creatures circle in the dim blood red sky, roaring and screeching proudly as if ready to wreak havoc and cause chaos. Battle flags snapping in the wind while mischievous spirits leave cold bites onto unsuspecting soldiers, snickering as they joke around and disappear from the infuriated demons. An acrid sulfurous scent drifted from the barrels full of gunpowder and crates of dangerous substances. Some soldiers murmur amongst themselves about how great it was to finally be allowed through the gates. A few complained of the weight of their armor pressing on their bodies. Most of this dark army consisted of undead warriors so the place was deathly quiet, safe for the growls and sounds of monsters and the chatting amongst the gods.

The ferocious beasts roared with frustration at the gates that prevented them from reaching the surface world. Their sounds quickly silenced with an even louder roar that completely covered up the monsters' growls. It was a battle cry from Imelda that resonated with threat and dominance. All fell quiet and they left the gates alone, the beasts backing away from the ashy-gray gates while bowing their heads low as a sign of submission after the warning.

The primordial gates were fashioned from black iron ornate engravings of twisting and thorny vines and chains, an eerie yet majestic sight to behold. Indestructible and mighty, to stand against The gaping mouth of a snake that intimidated anyone who laid eyes on the gates was on the doors of the gates, the fangs glinting eerily in the dim light. The eyes of the serpent were made of a special glass. Whoever dared to stare into them were met with unpleasant illusions and terrible nightmares, as if reminding them that there was no escape once entering the belly of the beast..