Guardian Angel-Hell Over Heaven Completed

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Plans Continued

"Alex!"

Alex jolted at the sound of his name, quickly running over to Zane, who stood on the edge of a rocky platform under the shadow of the dark castle. Fiery rivers of molten lava cascaded down the sides of the fortress, illuminating the gloomy sky with an eerie red glow. Shadows of ominous, winged creatures circled above, occasionally dipping low to let out piercing cries that echoed through the dark.

"Yes, sir?" Alex replied, his voice steady as he looked up at Zane, his superior.

Zane's face twisted with a cruel grin. "How close are we to completing preparations?"

Alex shifted, his eyes flicking to the castle walls. "Nearly there, sir. But... when are we planning to attack?"

Zane's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing with dark resolve. "We'll strike when they least expect it," he said, his tone laced with malice. "How many demons have pledged themselves to our cause?"

"About 5,000 so far," Alex replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

Zane scoffed. "It's not enough. We'll need many more to truly overpower Heaven's defenses. Ashro needs to be here—I have new orders for him."

"Yes, sir," Alex responded, flaring his wings as he took off to summon Ashro.

As Alex disappeared into the smoky sky, Zane turned, lost in thought. His mind drifted to memories of his brother, Trevor—a younger demon he had trained and mentored, almost as if he were family. Zane had been a teacher, a friend, and even a brother to him. But Trevor was gone now, slaughtered by Chase in the heat of battle. That angel had taken everything from him, and Zane's hatred had only grown with each passing day. This time, he swore he'd kill Chase, even if it took every ounce of his power.

A familiar flapping sound broke him out of his thoughts. Zane looked up as Ashro landed in front of him, bowing slightly.

"You called for me, sir?" Ashro's voice was low, a trace of unease beneath the surface.

"Yes," Zane said, his voice laced with authority. "I want you to recruit more demons. We need numbers—thousands more. Spread word throughout the underworld that we're amassing an army to take Heaven."

Ashro nodded. "Consider it done, sir."

"One more thing," Zane continued, his eyes darkening as he looked directly at Ashro. "Send out a team of hunters. I want Chase dead. And while they're at it, they can deal with that human brat he's so determined to protect."

A flicker of fear crossed Ashro's face, but he quickly concealed it. "Understood, sir. I'll send our best hunters."

Zane stepped closer, his gaze icy and unwavering. "Oh, and Ashro... if you fail me, you won't live to see the end of this war. Is that clear?"

Ashro swallowed hard, bowing deeply. "Perfectly clear, sir."

With a final glance, Ashro took off into the darkness to carry out his orders. Zane watched him disappear into the clouds, his thoughts consumed with vengeance. His gaze drifted to the tallest spire of the dark castle, the Lucifer building, where the king himself resided, hidden from sight but always watching. The building pulsed with sinister energy, and Zane could hear the muffled, tortured screams of souls trapped within. They echoed through the fortress, adding to the unrelenting atmosphere of dread.

The king was growing stronger, amassing more souls to fuel his final strike. Soon, Zane thought with a bitter smile. Soon, they would unleash Hell on Heaven, and not even the angels would survive.