Seasons in the Abyss (Book 4 EptaBorromean Realms)

Chapter 4.22

Four cloaked figures, donning golden masks, stood watching the last of the demon legions' forces being decimated by a combined Nephilim and dragon army. The two groups converged and slaughtered everything in their paths as though reaping sown fields. Demons fell in droves, their bodies barely hitting the ground before the ochre weeping from their injuries became a fine red mist that flowed and swirled around the Nephilim and Dragon fighters. 

"What are they doing?" A man's voice inquired from behind one of the masks.

"Clearing the battlefield," a deeper voice responded.

"I know what they are doing! I meant how are they absorbing an entire demon army? Not even Azraelle has that kind of control!" the man retorted.

"What's the matter, Ezequiel? You didn't give two shits about your demons before this. What does it matter now?" a woman goaded.

"I never thought I would see the day the mortal realms would unite to fight side by side. Look at them. Man, khoeccean, dragon, beast, and shifters alike, fighting to hold off an endless army," a third man commented.

"It isn't an endless army if they can't regenerate in Limbo! What in hell is Mammon thinking?" The first man lamented.

"He thinks to take control of the seven realms," the deep voice responded. "But you already knew this, didn't you, Ezequiel?"

The first man shifted uncomfortably. "There's a difference between a demon's delusions of grandeur and actually initiating a demon uprising! I had nothing to do with this!"

The woman snorted. "This isn't your fault, Ezequiel. If our parents had done their jobs, none of this would have happened."

The four observers were the gods of Oxa and Lords of the Mobocracy: Erebus, Azraelle, Eoghan, and Ezequiel. The three siblings had planned to assist the mortals, but arrived instead to see the scene before them. Five legions of demons were held back and controlled by a combined Nephilim-human force one fifth its size.

Each time the demons attempted to push forward in an effort to gain ground, the defending forces would surge and cut them down.

"Don't just stand here watching. Go end this mess you created," the deep voice of Erebus growled at his three children.

With a small nod, the three disappeared and reappeared on the battlefield, slaughtering everything in their paths.

Angeline felt the shift of power as the three golden masked fighters appeared before her. Her lip curled in disgust, but she could not turn her attention away from the demon prince before her.

"You're out of time, it would seem," she growled at Beleth, prince of Zegrox tower.

Beleth chuckled, eyeing Angeline's figure behind her leather armor. "This is a futile effort, little girl. Rather than fight me, why not live eternity in pleasure?"

Angeline grunted in disgust. "As what? A sex slave for your enjoyment? You've lost your way, demon prince. You and your sycophant father!"

Beleth wanted to comment further, but the woman surged forward; her twin blades breaking through his defense and slashing his body open. Momentarily stunned, he stood stock still, staring at the woman in disbelief.

"What are you?" he asked, as ochre gurgled from his lips.

"Your end!" Angeline growled, turning quickly with her blades and liberating the demon prince's head from its body.

Her eyes turned to the masked trio as the last of the demon's fell. They were siphoning the blood essences of the fallen around them. With a snort of disgust she waved her hand and dispelled the energy around them, funneling it into the injured and weakest of the fighters around her.