The Demon King Vermos Horti sat on his throne, his mind consumed with thoughts of war and conquest. His attention was drawn away as his personal aid, Sabas Merm, entered the throne room. Sabas Merm was a shadowy figure, lurking in the shadows, whispering dark secrets and manipulating events from behind the scenes. His loyalty to the Demon King was absolute, and he would stop at nothing to protect his master, even if it meant sacrificing his own soul.
"What news do you bring, Sabas?" the Demon King asked, his eyes fixed on the shadowy figure.
"My lord, I bring grave news," Sabas replied, his voice hushed and urgent. "One of our generals, Savon Alastabar, has been defeated by the chosen hero John and his companion, Princess Isabella of Delfiora."
The Demon King's eyes widened in surprise and anger. Savon Alastabar was one of his most powerful and trusted generals. He harbored a deep-seated grudge against the human kingdom of Delfiora and had been slowly planting seeds of corruption in the minds of its people. The thought of his defeat was almost too much to bear.
"How could this have happened?" the Demon King growled, his voice filled with rage.
"It seems that John and Princess Isabella were aided by a powerful and mysterious helper," Sabas replied. "His magic proved too much for Savon to handle."
The Demon King's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of vengeance. He would not let this go unpunished.
"Summon the remaining generals," the Demon King commanded. "We must discuss our next move."
Sabas bowed and quickly left the throne room to carry out his master's orders. The Demon King leaned back in his throne, his mind consumed with thoughts of war and retribution. The defeat of Savon Alastabar would not go unanswered.
Sabas bowed low and hurried out of the throne room to carry out his master's orders. The Demon King remained seated on his throne, his eyes fixed on the vortex of dark energy swirling above him. His mind raced with thoughts of how to crush the human kingdom of Delfiora once and for all. He had long dreamed of taking control of the realm of Arathia and subjugating all its inhabitants under his rule.
The Demon King knew that his remaining generals, Azil Junkrat, Abaddon Urion, and Osfia Liandero, were his most loyal and powerful warriors. They had proven themselves time and time again in battle, crushing all who dared to oppose them. The Demon King was confident that they would have a plan to deal with the threat posed by John and Princess Isabella.
As the Demon King waited for his generals to arrive, his thoughts turned to the mysterious helper who had aided them. He wondered who this powerful helper could be and what his motives were. The Demon King knew that he would have to be cautious when dealing with him. He could not let any more of his generals fall to this sneaky individual.
Finally, the generals arrived, their imposing figures towering over Sabas as he led them into the throne room. The Demon King stood up to greet them, his eyes fixed on each of them in turn.
"Welcome, my most trusted generals," he said, his voice resonating with power. "We have much to discuss."
The Demon King Vermos Horti sat on his throne of obsidian, his piercing yellow eyes scanning the room. He was surrounded by his three remaining generals, Azil Junkrat, Abaddon Urion, and Osfia Liandero, each one standing tall which appeared like specters, their visage dark and hidden and ready to receive their master's commands. Vermos' expression was grim, and a heavy silence hung in the air.
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"Gathered here today, I bring grave news," Vermos began, his voice low and menacing. "Our brother Savon Alastabar has been slain by the chosen hero John and his companion Princess Isabella Delfiora."
The room erupted in a cacophony of shocked whispers and angry hisses. Azil's eyes narrowed, Abaddon's grip on his battle axe tightened, and Osfia's beautiful face twisted into a mask of fury.
"Those foolish humans," Azil spat, his voice filled with contempt. "How could they have defeated Savon? He was one of our most powerful generals."
"Indeed," Vermos said, his eyes narrowing. "But it appears that Savon had grown overconfident in his power. He underestimated the strength of his opponents and paid the ultimate price."
Abaddon let out a low growl, his eyes blazing with rage. "We cannot let this go unpunished," he said. "We must avenge our fallen comrade."
"Patience, my dear Abaddon," Vermos said, holding up a hand to calm his general. "We will avenge Savon in due time. But first, we must deal with the aftermath of his demise. The humans will be emboldened by their victory. They will think that they can defeat us, that they can destroy the demonic realm. We cannot allow that to happen."
"What do you propose, my lord?" Osfia asked, her voice laced with a hint of seduction.
The Demon King Vermos Horti rose from his throne, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "You have my permission, Azil, Abaddon, and Osfia," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Execute your secret mission and bring the continent to its knees."
The three generals bowed low, their faces twisted into grim smiles. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time, plotting in secret, and finally, their plans were coming to fruition.
Azil, Lord of Illusions, felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of battle. He relished the opportunity to show off his powers of deception and trickery, to outmaneuver and confuse his enemies. He was confident in his abilities and knew that he could play a key role in securing victory for the demon army. As he nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, eager to get started on the upcoming battle.
Abaddon, General of War, felt a fierce bloodlust stir within him. He longed for the thrill of combat, the adrenaline rush of cleaving through enemy ranks with his massive battle axe. He was eager to prove himself in battle, to demonstrate his strength and prowess to the Demon King. His eyes gleamed with an almost feral intensity as he nodded in agreement, eager for the chance to shed blood on the battlefield.
Osfia, Mistress of Seduction, smiled wickedly at the thought of the upcoming battle. She relished the opportunity to use her powers of seduction and manipulation to sow discord among the human ranks, to turn their own desires and fears against them. She was confident in her ability to manipulate even the most stalwart of opponents, to leave them helpless before the might of the demon army. As she nodded in agreement, her eyes flickered with a dark hunger, eager to use her powers to their fullest potential.
Despite their different personalities, all three generals shared a deep loyalty and reverence for the Demon King. They were willing to do whatever it takes to secure his victory, to serve as his trusted and devoted servants. The thought of failing him was unthinkable, and they were determined to prove their worth on the battlefield.
"Thank you, my lord," Azil said leading his two companions, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "We will not disappoint you."
Abaddon nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the Demon King. "Our victory is assured," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.
Osfia, always the quiet one, merely inclined her head, but her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. She had her own reasons for wanting to see the continent plunged into chaos, and she knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for.
With a final nod to their lord, the three generals turned and strode from the throne room, their minds already working on the details of their secret mission.
The Demon King watched them go, his eyes glittering with a mixture of pride and malice. He knew that they were dangerous, but he also knew that they were his greatest weapons in the war against the humans.
He settled back onto his throne, his mind already working on the next phase of his plan. The humans had no idea what was coming, but they would soon learn to fear the power of the demonic realm.