Malice of a Demon

An invisible heaviness hangs in the air of Hell. It cannot be touched or seen, but it is felt like a burden weighing on every demon’s shoulders. This is the anxiety of war and the bloodshed that is ensured to make rivers run red. Fear is already set in the eyes of demons who dread watching their loved ones march to battle. Veterans of past wars sharpen their swords. Innocent children unable to understand their changing world lie awake at night scared of what is to come.
Even though the unsteady treaties have yet to be broken by the Provinces or the Elemental Homelands the war has already begun. The Elementals seek more power from their element that will make the heavens rain down fire and ice. That causes massive quakes while skin ripping winds bellow. The armies of the Provinces prepare what they lose in powers with numbers of elite soldiers that train from sun up to sundown.
One more crack is all it will take for the foundation of Hell to crumble. Which of the thirteen territories will draw first blood? Who will be the victor? There are so many questions that have yet to be answered.
The only things that can be for certain are bloodshed, cruelty, and sorrow. They will wash over all of Hell once the first war cry is shouted on the battlefield. It will be grotesque and a war that will change Hell forever.
When the victor is at last proclaimed will there be peace? For me it is truly the only thing I wish for at the end. It seems unattainable for me when the demon I love thirsts for chaos. Araken Astrales you will be the death of me. I give you my life willing for you and your dreams.