Waking up with a headache was worse when you were a god. The pain was more intense and seemed to last longer. Using ten percent was way harder; he had yet to use his full strength. God was really strict with him, only using that much power. He thought that my body might still be going through a phase where using my whole strength at the moment would kill Lucifer, but it would also kill all life in the universe, including both of them. So he had put a strict limitation on his strength. That included his healing factor. It was healing at a fast pace, but it would be nice to have instantaneous healing. He just thought to himself, If I can take this, then when I’m able to use my full strength, it will be that much sweeter. He let the pain hurt through his body and accepted it. He sat up, and his blue athletic shirt was placed in the chair next to him. He had on his blue jeans, black socks, and leather steel toe shoes. Out of the whole selection, this was what he loved to wear. He strode and walked to the door. He opened and started to step out, but was met with two angels; their attire was what looked to Alex to be knight armor. There, they examined him and walked on either side of him. They escorted him to Arella. Cassandra, who, for the moment, was in chains. She was spitting venomous words from her mouth, and the both of them just tuned her out. Her attire was less provocative and more casual; she wore the robes of a heavenly acolyte, which were made of pure white cotton.

“Hello Cassandra, I knew you were probably wondering why you’re here; well, you’re just half and have to wait”. He looked at her and said, “I’m sorry for that night, but you never said that he had a gun”. He went to Arella, who was holding a gold apple. "Seraphina, come in, please". He shouted at her.

She stepped in wearing her white robes dragged on the floor. She stood in the center of the cavernous room; it was huge, and an inscription was written on the wall. The writing was in Enochian and glowing in a bright, glimmering green light.

"Yes, sir, I’m here”. She said this as she walked to the center and stood at attention.

“Tell me, Seraphina, what do you know about souls”? He asked her.

"Well, not much, sir, just the basics; souls go to heaven or hell based on their deeds”. She replied.

"Well, that is almost true. When a person dies, their soul is split in two. The majority of deeds they do on earth determine where your consciousness will stay: to suffer for all eternity or to serve God for all eternity”. He closed his eyes and just shook his head. “For me, I was just a guy who was born at the wrong time and in the wrong place. I was born in Edda; my father had been killed; my mother died at childbirth; and I was taken in by the gods Valkyrie’s”?

He turned; he’s back to the ladies; even Cassandra had stopped moving her mouth. He stared at the wall.

“You see, I was raised by Odin and the other gods before they attacked him and tried to take power. In some legends, he's called Zeus, some Jupiter, but he is the same person; he ultimately won, thus he killed some of them, others he locked away, and I was sent to live among humans”. He sighed and turned around. “But before he abandoned me, he let me eat from the orchard of Eden; he also let me pick a quarter to last me until I got tired. It wasn’t until I actually died that my soul was captured by Lucifer, or, should I say, my dear great uncle”.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded. Cassandra was about to say something but was immediately gagged. Arella stuffed it in her mouth.

"Ok, so to clarify, you got adopted by the gods, then were kicked out for doing nothing, and why did you die”? Arella said.

"Well, at the time I was mortal, when you eat from the tree, you are a god; you have to continuously eat from the tree every so often to keep your immortality. Once the effects of the apple wore off, I began to age, lost my memory due to old age then died”. he said, “when I went to heaven I was able to eat from the fruit and I remembered a majority of my life, but we can talk about his another time”. He pointed at the gaged wild woman who was trying to kill everyone there.

"She, believe it or not, is your other half”. He said, and he then pulled an apple from out of nowhere, “But with the apple I offer to you, you will fuse with your other half and allow you to be a god; you will have control; and you will also have access to your old memories. Trust me, I'll teach you how to use your power”. He handed the Golden Globe to her.

“If I do this, will I still be me and not her”? She asked him as she pointed at the wild women.

“Yes, look at me”. He gestured towards himself and said, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t eat it myself”.

“Fine, I trust you somehow; I just know you are telling the truth”. She grabbed the apple and ate the crispy fruit.

When she ate the fruit, Cassandra, who had been chained, was now turning to ash, starting from her head down to her shoulders, moving down her slender body, completely turning her entire legs to black ash, and then crumpling down because of the wait. The chains rang and clanked to the ground. The evil deeds that made up Cassandra were ash. Seraphina was now having her memories flood back all at once. She fell to her knees, grabbed her head, and screamed. When she felt better, she looked up sharply and had a murderous intensity in her eyes.

“You son of a bitch, you left me to die; if it wasn’t for you turning me into a goddess, then I might not have slept with you that night, but tell me how did you..." The world was now being opened to her mind, just as Alex’s had. She dropped to her knees in pure bliss.

"Yeah, that first step is a real head-turner. Now you see why”. He walked to her and introduced her to her future husband. Well, a picture of him “This is our next target. Just sit back and remember your training when you first trained for God's army. I need you to start doing that again, but using ten percent and staying out of the way”. He said she was hoping she would not ruin the bet by accidentally using her full strength.

The picture that Alex held for Seraphina was of a man that appeared on the map. The name read Patrick Gibbs. He was a fat demon with spikes coming off its body. He had two long, slender horns that met with a glowing blue flame. It was always naked and had no shame. Its manhood was always displayed. He held a club with spikes on it.

“This is my friend Patrick; he and I go way back; we met under the flag of King Arthur”. He looked at me with a grave expression and said, “He was the one who taught me how to use a sword; you might be surprised who he is in heaven's ranks”. He turned to the hall and said, "Orifiel, come in, please”.

Orifiel stood six feet, three inches; he had four wings with a few gold feathers in his wings. His body armor was gold, and his face was covered behind a golden mask. He hated gold. He walked in and stood next to Seraphina.

"Yes, sir,” he said with a deep voice behind his mask.

“Seraphina will no longer lead the army. You well, she will train under me and stay out of battle, is that understood”? He ordered him to turn to Sera and say, "Seraphina, you are no longer in God's army or under his service; you are for all intents and purposes a goddess now”.

"Yes, sir, wow, habits are going to be hard to break”. Seraphina said she still had her wings and tucked them into herself, something she could now do. To everyone else, it looked like she had no wings.

"Also, Sera, tell him about our mission and report back to me with a plan. We move out tomorrow; Aurella will secure the rest of the apples and meet me in front”. He said that and left; everyone else did as well.

Alex walked through the hallway. He met with Elyon, who was dressed in his robes that matched Sera's. The rest of the army was fortifying their position.

"Sir, we got word that there are ten legions. On their way to attack”. He said.

“I see. How many soldiers do we have currently”? Alex asked as he ran from the hallway that led to a watchtower. Elyon followed quickly behind Alex, their boots thudding as they skipped three steps at a time. They managed to reach the three-story-tall building. Both men walked to the wall that allowed them a better view. Each saw ten legions of demons made up of weaker, lesser demons used as Accensus, followed by tortured souls that made up the Ala.

The Bucinator’s could be heard in the distance; the sound was deafening if you had been near the epicenter. The formation began to break into smaller fragments, and they began to erect their bivouac. The campsite was up and behind a fully erected wall. The only thing visible were the sounds of screaming souls being tortured.

"Well, sir, we have eighty-five men. And women who are willing to fight”. He had to manage after being out of breath just trying to keep up with the pace Alex was setting. "Sir, did you hear me”?

“Uh yes, sorry, I was thinking and thought I saw something; never mind”. He said.

"Yes, well, that is our current situation”. Elyon said.

"Damn, with those numbers, we are dead, fuck”. He said, "Sorry, Elyon, it’s just that I’m new to this war stuff. Let me see if I can do something. Hope for a miracle”.

With the threat looming closer, he managed to see two riders riding ahead of the legion that had set up camp. They were about three hours away from arriving. He turned to Elyon.

"Well, at least they are sending riders to establish their terms; come on, send for Sera; maybe she will learn something”. Alex said

"Ok, meet up at the stables ”. Elyon replied back.

Alex climbed down the ladder from the patrol wall and went to the nearby horse stable. The stable stood twenty feet from the ground and was separate from the castle. It was located near the courtyard. He ran to the enclosed building and found horses. Not just any horse no, dead zombie horses looked similarly to mortal horses back on earth, just that in hell they were zombie horses that didn't attack you for your internal organs. They were dead and had no functioning organs to digest anything. Most of the horses in the stables had their flesh rotted away; only their muscles and bones were exposed. In the doorway, Sera and Elyon stepped in, and Sera was dressed in her gray robes that flowed down to the floor. She was completely shrouded in them, and her presence was also masked. They were meant to conceal her growing godly power.

"Over here, guys, I'm just startling my horse". Alex shouted.

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"Wow, nice, so how do you know how to sattle a horse"? Sera asked him.

"Well, that's something I learned from the Valkeryies". He replied.

Sera found some sattles and handed one to Elyon; he accepted and found a horse to sattle. They both quickly buckled and checked everything. They mounted the horses and led them outside the gate. From there, Alex looked at them, yanked his reigns, and squeezed the inside of the horse. The dead beast burst into lightning speed. Sera and Elyon did the same thing; Elyon was much slower; he noticed it when his horse was almost on the verge of collapse. He slowed down and let the horse catch its breath, and he saw both gods speed off into the distance.

They reached two and a half miles before they saw there messangers from afar. Elyon came riding with he's horses head stooped down. Alex was in the middle with his earth clothes on; on the right was Elyon, Seraphina had no trouble keeping up with Alex; both her And Elyons robes were flapping in the wind. There horses trotted to a stop, on the desert ground.

"So Elyon, don't mention my name or Seraphina's name; just let them think what they want to think". Alex asked.

"Yes, sir, I'll just say you're my useful servant, and you like nothing more than to serve me hand and foot". He said it with a smile.

"Very funny," Alex said.

"I thought it was a good one, plus we are just souls, so let him have it". She stood up for Elyon.

"Oh, now I see you two want to take over the whole siege on hell without me". He joked as he let his horse slow for a while.

The emissary from the Demonic Legion had sent two lesser demons mounted on death horses; both demons had bat-like ears that extended out six inches from their heads, which were shaped like imps, and yellow eyes, that pierced your soul. Their backs had ebony bones coming out and curved upwards. Both had battle axes mounted on the side of their horses. There battles axes were from the black metal that was deadly to immortal beings. The wooden spear that was being used to hold the axe, was black and looked like its was from the Forest of Suicides. They brought their horses to a trot and slowed them down once they had gotten to the three beings sitting on their mounts. The demon on the right placed a clawed hand into its leather bag and pulled a golden scroll case. The case had been decorated with an artistic expression of demons forcefully whipping souls. Their souls expressions was one of agony and despair. The middle section looked like it was a small piece of a Roman column.

Alex trotted forward and began to lock eyes with the first demon. When he was on his right side, the demon broke eye contact. Alex looked behind their backs; they had no other weapons. He kept circling them; he was on the left side of them now, and the left-seated demons were now eyeing him up and down. He walked his rotten horse to face them and went back to his original position.

“I don’t know, boss, they don’t look to be tough". Alex shouted to Elyon trying to antagonize the two.

“We are here on behalf of the general of the ten legion army right behind me”. He handed the golden case to Elyon.

Alex had continued to circle them again; he leaned forward and snatched the case. The demon pulled his hand away with an angry expression. The yellow eyes began to flood with red.

“What’s wrong there, rodent”. He tossed the case on the air while he teased the thing.

“Slave enough, toss me the case”. Elyon said it in a deep voice.

Alex continued to circle the two demons; he tossed the case to Elyon, who then placed it in a leather bag.

“I’ll hand this to our master”. He said.

“That would be prudent of you”. Hissed the demon, “And as for you, I would enjoy watching you suffer just for pure pleasure”.

The two yanked their horses back, and they rode off at top speeds to their camp. Alex looked at them and waved goodbye; he even kissed them goodbye.

“Alex”! Shouted Sera, “Are you crazy? Do you know what you just did”?

“Of course I have no respect for those two; if the generals refuse to come out and meet us, then I’ll just take it out on their messenger." He looked at the two distant riders, who now looked like ants. “Let’s go; they might have spies out here”.

He yanked his dead, rotted horse and began to turn in that direction. He kicked it in his side, and the horse kicked off at a demonic speed. Elyon and Seraphina both did the same, but Elyon's horse wasn’t as fast, and she wondered why that was. Seraphinas and Alex’s horses seemed to be possessed; he just shook his head and tried to keep pace with the other two at top speed.

Seraphina rode up to Alex to talk; he was looking back at the legions that had made camp about five to six miles out. Seraphina's dead zombie horse fell into pace with Alex’s.

“So I was thinking that the moment I remembered who I was, I still decided to go by Seraphina”. Sera began, "Well, I was wonderful. Why don’t you change your name? Why not go by? I don’t know Lord Dunas”?

They continued to pick up the pace when Elyon tried to catch up. He and Sera marched on their dead mounts, and Alex began to talk.

“I was thinking the same thing; I was going to ask you if you had a name”? He asked her.

"Well, here is one Dunas, Lord Dunas”. She replied, “It was my mother's father's name”.

“Mmm, I like it”. He looked at the trail, kicked the inside of his mount's side, and the beast began to run at full speed.

“Come on, Elyon, you need to catch up”. He looked back at the angel teasing him.

Elyon just shook his head and kicked his horse to run faster. It inched slower but closer to the two new gods riding their horses, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

The ride didn’t take long; they entered the castle’s metal gates and closed them shut. The sounds of horns and gates clicking on the mechanical gears Elyon had handed the message to Alex. When he opened it, the contents of the message were rolled up, and the tops of them had golden round tips. The paper was made of human flesh. He grabbed the ends with his left hand and pulled them out. He tossed the now empty holder to the ground and unrolled the human skin scroll.

It read…

The terms of surrender are here as follows:

One: You shall give up all silly notions of freedom.

Two: You will suffer forever in torment for all eternity.

He rolled the scroll up and tossed it to Elyon, who was sitting on his dead horse. The horse seemed to be bumping up against the other dead horses. As he read the message and passed it to Sera, she read it and handed it back to Alex. He then tore the message and tossed it into a campfire that was lit. It burned with a green tint, and then screams erupted when the whole parchment was burned.

“Are you serious? Do they think we are souls who have taken over the castle”? Elyon managed to say before laughing.

“I know I shouldn’t laugh, but they think we are damned souls trying to escape”. Sera continued on, “But what are we supposed to do about the seven legions that are camped out just three miles away”?

“I got that taken care of”. He said as the three of them dismounted their horses, "Elyon, go and help Orifiel, and tell everyone to call me Dunas”.

“Sir, at once”. He ran to the side door, out of sight.

"Sera, I need you to follow me and help me convince the war council of the plan I just sent into motion”. He patted the horse; he really enjoyed the beast and was hoping to keep it, but knew that he would have to eventually abandon him. "Sorry, boy, maybe when I’m running back from my mission”.

The horse nibbled his palm and nudged his body. The horse seemed to understand him; he bowed his head and blew raspberries, then trotted back to the middle of the pin, laid down, and waited for him to come back for him. Alex thought to himself. Ok, did he just…Deeper within his subconscious, he heard the voice.

Of a female again He was, in fact, Lord Dunas, which I think is what you want to be called.

"Yes, it is. Wait, you can understand him”? Alex said out loud, “And you said he understood me; is this some kind of metal telepathic ability”?

Deep within his thought, the voice rang out in a feather voice:No, unfortunately, it is not my ability, but simply a golden apple-given ability. One bestowed on you by a latent ability you had yet to gain. He rubbed his chin and thought long and hard about nothing. Especially since he really didn’t have any free privacy.

“Hey boy, how would you like to venture into the deepest depths of hell and help me put an end to Lucifer”? He asked the horse, “I can’t promise you will survive, but what I can promise is that I won’t abandon you”.

The horse jumped up and started to walk towards the open-top horse door. He stuck his decaying head out and bumped Alex’s chest. Alex began to pet his new horse and saw that the horse was now regenerating its dead skin, and the once broken bones had begun to grow and stop. Muscle began growing around the bon, along with veins, tendons, and skin. Black and brown fur began to grow. A long black tail is about five feet long and very silky. The horse had come to life; he was amazed. Okay, I’m taking it from her now. Just lay down, and I’ll be back.

On the second floor of the building, next to the horse stables, they had set up a temporary war room. It was basically empty except for a table that was made from the trees of the first suicide, with a tan color. It had a dimension of eight feet by eight. One huge map that could show Hell's levels individually, with the help of the map they acquired from Midas, would act as a mirror image. Alex remembered seeing something like that in heaven a bigger more detailed version with different nations and tiny people living their lives. This version was less detailed and the markers resembled less detailed versions of every one. They all looked like blue humanoid figures. She then placed ten red markers lined up to make up the front line. They marched to their placement where she must have thought.

When he approached, he saw Orifiel’s Lieutenant Aniela. She had five-foot-nine blond hair in a ponytail, hooded-shaped violet eyes that had now changed to blue, then red, and back to purple, and her olive-tone skin was covered in a Roman suit of armor. She had on her caligae, greaves on both shins, and a red tunic underneath her Lorica plumata, which showed her ascension to heaven. Her paludamentum was hanging from her shoulders, and she had a serious-looking face contemplating any strategic placement of the contubernium. She had them placed in ten-man groups with eight markers referencing their placement on the field, the markers all broke up into miniature figures, then marched into place. Then they looked like they had taken an order and marched into battle and then stopped and all marched in unison.

Alex walked up behind Aniela, who was deep in thought. She unsheathed her knife from her waist and had the blade in his groin. Alex stopped and looked down, then looked up.

"Well, I’ll have to remember never to sneak up on you”. He said to place a finger on the tip before pushing it away and stepping back a step.

"Well, then next time you will probably introduce yourself”. She said as she turned around, quickly resheathing the blade, "Sir, my apologies, but I still stand that one should always announce themselves in the war room”.

"I'm sorry,..." He went blank on her name: “It starts with an A, Amielia, Amedala, Aniela, that’s right”. He said, "Aniela, the new Lieutenant to Orifiel, he’s a good angel; would you believe I used to know him back when he was human”.

"No, I didn't. Anyway, what can I do to help you with Lord Dunas”? She asked. "Extremely busy at the moment."

“Take it easy. I came to tell you that I sent a message to three demon generals who have sent word back that I have a way to defeat and gain a demonic army”. He told her, "I believe for a fact that they would love to join our side and destroy what else remains of hell."

“What, you have me believe that you have three legions of demon soldiers”? She looked at him with astonishment and asked, “How did you get in contact with them"?

"Well, they just asked for one thing, and that was that I would have to defeat Lucifer for them to tell me". He said, "And I actually was given the message when I was grabbing the scroll".

He tossed the message on the table and an image of a demon the height of five feet, five inches. He had on a black bicorne; his horns made it impossible for it to fully fit its head.

"So do you know who he is"? Alex asked.

"I do; he is Cédric Berengar. He is a great admirer of Nepoleon; he was shocked when Nepoleon came done; he was much bigger than he thought that he personally punished him here in hell". Aniela answered.

"Ouch, that must have been hard on the little guy"? Alex teased.

"Yes, well, Cedric is pretty harsh to his souls". Aniela said.

"Indeed, so he wanted to make an alliance between me and a few other generals who wanted to help defeat Lucifer. Alex said

"Interesting. Well, if they do help, then I'm willing to hear them out". Aniela replied.

"That's what I was thinking". Alex said, "I thought this was going to be harder".

"Well, if what you say is true, then we may have a chance, but if not, what else do we have to lose"? Aniela said.

She took out three small red legionary pieces and placed them on the map. She thought about their exact position, and then from there, she came up with a plan. Aniela had Alex accept the terms they had in secret with the hopefully three new allies. He told an angel that had been waiting outside the doors. She was carrying a shield and a spear, dressed in full armor, and ready for battle.

"Lailah, come in, please. We need you to let loose a dead decade falcon and then to let out a dead yellow canary three minutes after the falcon.” Alex turned to face her when he started.

"Yes, sir, ma'am." She bowed and left.

"Well, let’s hope this works”. Alex said.

Lailah ran to the aviary and told the person in charge. He was a burly guy with the most delicate hands. He did as was instructed and let the flacon fly; he sow the dead thin fly high in the sky and disappeared. He then waited and let the canary go, and it flew away before it was gone from seeing eyes. A swift black object came swooping in; the falcon had snatched the bird out of the skies; the canary was gone; only feathers had been seen falling to the ground.

…..

The falcon flew up into the skies of the second level of hell. His right eye was gone. He’s beck was still there; he had pieces of flesh missing and saw the yellow cannery flee away. The zombiefied bird was having a tough time flying, so when the falcon came in with its talons out, some were missing, but the majority were still there. They ripped the little yellow bird out of the sky. It then proceeded to rip apart the small canary until there was nothing left. Its feet fell as it ripped the thing and expanded its wings twenty feet above the ground. The bird was completely destroyed and lay in different parts and pieces. The Flavian flew back to the castle, out of sight.

…..

In a pair of binoculars, one general was on a hill looking at the birds. He was short and was wearing a black bicorne. His horns made it impossible for it to fit its head, and his three taloned hands held the binoculars up. He had on his military armor that was red, with metallic undercoats showing in places where it had no paint. He finished admiring the birds when two demons walked up. One was standing eight feet tall, with cattle horns about four inches thick that curled from his head out and back in to his head. The Langtry was about three feet, and it tapered to a point at the end. His muscles were bulging from his scaled skin. The elbows had small, one-inch spikes that clustered together into a small line around his wrists and along the outside of both arms. He clustered around the elbows and continued up his arms to his shoulders; more seemed to cluster at the shoulder and stop; no armor was present at the moment. The third one was more of a black shadow that had no shape and could pull anything into its own shadow, and it would be gone forever.

“So tell me, what do the birds say this morning”? Said the dark figure in a deep voice.

"Well, it seems that the terms have been accepted” said the short demon with a French accent. “It seems that we are closer to becoming lords of our own lands”.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” is what the muscled-bound demon could only say.

“Yes, you'll get to own your own land as well”. Said the smaller one, “And your decedents will inherit your lands and titles”.

The three demons laughed; the smaller one placed the binoculars back into his leather pack and rapped around him. All of them turned and began to walk back to their camp, and they saw their legionaries reading themselves for battle. Screaming and shouting were echoing around the camps. The three demons joined in on the screaming and shouting as they continued to walk down the trail of souls, readying themselves for battle.