Guardian Angel-Hell Over Heaven Completed

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 – Hell's Plans

"ALEX!" Zane's voice echoed through the dark, cavernous room, sending shivers down the spines of every demon nearby. He stood over a massive table, studying the plans for his assault on Heaven with a twisted smirk.

Alex ran into the room, quickly bowing before his master. "Yes, Zane?"

"Fetch me Ashro. And bring me my Death Sword," Zane commanded, not lifting his gaze from the map spread before him.

Alex hesitated, sensing an ominous tension in the air, but nodded. "Yes, sir," he replied before running off to find Ashro. He knew that when Zane demanded his Death Sword, things rarely ended well.

As Zane looked over his carefully crafted battle plans, he felt a thrill of satisfaction. His army had grown to 30,000 demons, and they were still recruiting more each day. The sound of tortured souls screaming reverberated through the dungeon walls, a twisted symphony that only fueled his ambition. Soon, Heaven would be his.

"Zane," came a timid voice from the doorway. Ashro entered, his head lowered.

"You failed me," Zane said icily, stepping around the table, his fingers brushing the hilt of his Death Sword now strapped across his back.

Ashro's face went pale. "Sir, please... give me another chance," he begged, dropping to his knees.

Zane tilted his head, as if considering. Then he closed his eyes, reaching out to Lucifer, his master, through the darkness. In response, he felt Lucifer's approval—silent but chillingly clear.

A cruel smile twisted across Zane's face as he stepped behind Ashro. "I'm deeply sorry for what I'm about to do."

Ashro's eyes widened in horror. "No, please! I've given you so much—"

Zane drew his sword in a single, swift motion, thrusting it through Ashro's chest. With a cold expression, he watched the life drain from Ashro's eyes before pulling the sword free and swiftly slicing through his neck. Ashro's head rolled across the floor as Zane summoned his demon dogs, who instantly pounced on the remains, tearing the body apart with vicious hunger.

"Alex!" Zane called, wiping the blood from his blade.

Alex stepped back into the room, looking unfazed. "Yes, master?"

"Bring me Corson."

Alex nodded, leaving without a word as the demon dogs finished devouring what was left of Ashro.

Moments later, Corson, a tall demon with jet-black hair and glowing yellow eyes, entered the chamber and bowed. "You called, my lord?"

Zane eyed him, pleased. "How would you feel about leading the battle against Heaven?"

Corson's eyes gleamed. "It would be my honor," he replied, running a clawed hand through his hair with a dark smile.

"Good," Zane said. "Go. Train more soldiers. Make sure every one of them is ready."

"As you command, sire," Corson replied, flashing out to rally the troops.

Satisfied, Zane left the dungeon and wandered through Hell's twisted landscape. Souls screamed as they were dragged down into the endless pit, joining countless others in eternal torment. Zane walked past them, ignoring their pleas for mercy, savoring the cacophony of suffering.

"Master Zane!" a voice called.

Zane turned to see Valac, a strange demon with the body of a man but the face of a child, landing his two-headed dragon in front of him.

"How are the soldiers and the souls today?" Zane asked, smirking.

"Perfect," Valac replied with a malicious grin. "The soldiers are stronger, and the souls... they're begging for mercy, as always."

"Good. Anything else asked"? zane arching an eyebrow

"Yes, sire. The Lord wishes to speak with you," Valac said before taking off again, his dragon's wings stirring the hellish air.

Zane felt a thrill of anticipation as he strode toward the towering structure that was Lucifer's domain. Passing through fiery doors, he walked to the elevator and pressed the button marked with an infernal "L." The doors slid open, and he stepped inside, feeling the fire scorch around him as he ascended to Lucifer's chambers.

As he entered, he saw a lifeless body lying on the floor, a sword plunged deep into its chest.

"Another failure, my lord?" Zane asked, bowing respectfully before his master.

Lucifer sat in his enormous throne by the fire, his expression one of cold disdain. "Yes. This one failed me... just like the others."

Zane smirked, enjoying the spectacle. "What do you need from me, my lord?"

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, burning with the fire of a thousand damned souls. "First, I require a new assistant to replace this one," he gestured dismissively at the body on the floor. "Second, I want Chase and Jackson dead. Send two of our finest demons after them. If they're gone, Heaven will fall easily."

Zane bowed. "Yes, my lord. It will be done."

As he left, Zane could feel Lucifer's dark energy radiating through the room. The Lord of Hell remained seated by the fire, his eyes glazed as he stared into the flames. He could still feel the pain of his defeat centuries ago, when he had been cast out of Heaven for trying to overthrow the Lord. Since then, he had been preparing for this final strike, gathering an army, plotting his revenge.

Soon, Lucifer thought, clenching his fists as his eyes glowed darker than the fire itself. Soon, Heaven would fall, and he would finally have his vengeance.

As Zane strode back to his chamber, his mind fixated on Chase—the angel who had taken everything from him. Chase, the one who had killed his brother, Trevor, and the one who now dared to stand in the way of his plans. The thought of Chase alive and thriving, of him growing stronger each day, burned like a poison in Zane's veins.

He reached his dark chamber, where shadows clung to every corner and twisted whispers filled the air. Zane sat, drumming his fingers on the cold obsidian of his throne, a wicked smile slowly creeping onto his face as an idea began to form. A dark, twisted plan—one that would not just kill Chase, but make him suffer in ways unimaginable.

What if he found a way to strike Chase through Sarah? Zane knew of the bond Chase shared with the human girl, the way he guarded her, protected her, cherished her in a way that few angels dared. If Zane could capture Sarah—hold her captive in Hell and force Chase to watch her suffer—he could shatter him from the inside out.

Or perhaps there was an even darker way. Zane's grin grew as he considered binding Sarah's soul, twisting her innocence, and corrupting her spirit until she became one of them. He could force her to turn on Chase, to be the weapon that would destroy him. To see his cherished human become something dark and vile would be the ultimate torment. And once Chase was broken—once he was hollowed by grief and guilt—then, and only then, would Zane deliver the final blow.

Zane leaned back, savoring the image in his mind. This wasn't just about killing Chase. It was about making him feel the same unbearable agony Zane felt when he lost his brother. It was about making Chase fall, not just in body, but in spirit.

"Soon, Chase," Zane murmured, his eyes glowing with dark fire. "Soon, you'll know what it feels like to lose everything you hold dear. And when you're broken beyond repair... that's when I'll end you."