King Minos (First Circle: Limbo) imposing form radiating both judgment and power. His serpentine lower body coils with a deliberate grace, and his piercing gaze seems to weigh every soul, demon, and creature present. His voice echoes across the battlefield, both a beacon and a warning.
Suddenly, the ground splinters, as dark crimson cracks web outward, pulsing with infernal light. The air grows heavy, almost suffocating, as if Hell itself were drawing a collective breath in anticipation.
The pale-skinned general, Groviko, immediately became nervous.
From the cracks, rose petals blackened with fire spiral upwards, carried by a sultry heat. Emerging is a figure of grotesque elegance. The creature has three heads—one human with smoldering golden eyes, one bull crowned with curved horns, and one ram snorting flames—surveying the chaos. The creature's clawed hands exude both seduction and menace, and his coiled, serpent-like tail lashes the air.
The guide stiffens, muttering, "Lust incarnate… the tormentor of souls, Asmodeus (Second Circle: Lust)."
As soon as those words left the guide words, a second crack bursts open, releasing a swarm of flies. A Humanoid figure comes forth, his bloated frame a nauseating sight. His once-regal face is swollen and insect-like, with compound eyes glowing a sickly green. Decayed wings buzz as his feet leave trails of rot on the ground. Despite his grotesque appearance, there is a commanding aura about him.
Beelzebub (Third Circle: Gluttony), the "Lord of Decay"
The demons recoil in revulsion, many turning their heads to avoid the stench emanating from Beelzebub.
As the guide whispers, "The Corruptor himself… even Hell finds him repulsive."
Groviko mutters, "A walking plague," his voice tinged with disdain but also respect.
Next, Golden light spills from the next fissure, though it feels cold and grasping rather than warm.
Mammon (Fourth Circle: Greed), cloaked in robes dripping with molten gold, emerges. His skeletal face is adorned with a crown of jagged gems, and his hands gleam with razor-sharp golden claws. His hollow eyes seem to hunger endlessly, reflecting treasures yet to be claimed.
The guide growls, "The Greedy One… the soul's worth is but coin to him."
While the soul gazed in shock, captivated by Mammon's gleaming treasures despite his fear.
The ground began shaking violently as a wolf-like head snarling with fury came out. His muscular, armored body is wreathed in shadowy flames, and his raven wings stretch wide, blotting out what little light remains. His mere presence sends waves of anger rippling through the battlefield.
Amon (Fifth Circle: Wrath)
The demons snarl and roar, unable to resist the infectious wrath.
As the soul grips the guide’s arm, saying, “I feel… rage… overwhelming rage!”
"Finally, someone who matches Cerberus’s rage." Grinned Groviko, as soon as those words left his mouth...
A figure cloaked in shadow stepped forth. whose beauty was both enchanting and unsettling. His smooth, youthful face is a mask hiding deceit, and his movements are languid yet purposeful. In one hand, he holds a flickering flame, representing the heretics’ eternal torment.
" The guide bows their head slightly, whispering, “The king of lies,Belial (Sixth Circle: Heresy) ”
The soul feels an odd pull, mesmerized by Belial’s charisma despite their terror.
Groviko hisses, "Belial… your charm is wasted on this battlefield."
A guttural roar erupts as the battlefield...Minotaur (Seventh Circle: Violence) charges through his crack, his bull-like head lowered and massive horns gleaming with blood. His muscular frame is clad in jagged armor, and each step cracks the ground beneath him. He bellows, swinging a massive battle axe, sending shockwaves through the air.
The guide winces, saying, “A beast of violence, unthinking, unrelenting.”
The soul trembles, clinging to the guide, “That thing… it’s unstoppable!”
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Groviko nods approvingly, “Now this is the kind of chaos I respect.”
The final crack deepens, spilling forth black smoke that coils unnaturally.
Lucifuge Rofocale (Eighth Circle: Fraud), a towering figure cloaked in flowing black robes covered in glowing infernal runes, emerges. His face is shrouded by his hood, but his glowing red eyes and skeletal hands clutching a scroll radiate authority. His voice, though silent, seems to echo with the weight of a thousand lies
The guide whispers with reverence, “The master of infernal contracts.”
As the Seven Gather The battlefield falls into a tense silence, broken only by the crackling flames and the distant roars of Cerberus. The guide, usually composed, is visibly shaken. “All eight… together? This is unprecedented.”
The soul clutches their chest, overwhelmed. “Who… what are they planning?”
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Groviko’s panic was palpable as the rulers of the seven circles loomed before him, each radiating power so immense that the battlefield seemed to shrink under their presence. His breath came in sharp bursts, his pale yellow skin slick with cold sweat, but his trembling hands clenched into fists, and his lips twisted into a defiant sneer. His crimson eyes flicked to each of the rulers, a mixture of reverence and hatred burning within them.
“Mighty ones,” he growled, bowing his head slightly, though his tone carried a venomous edge. “Even your presence cannot make me cower like some wretched dog. My master has prepared me for this very moment.”
The rulers exchanged silent, knowing glances before Lucifuge Rofocale stepped forward, his skeletal hand raising his infernal scroll as glowing runes spilled into the air. His voice was cold and methodical, yet it carried a weight that silenced all around him.
“Groviko,” Lucifuge intoned, his crimson eyes narrowing from beneath his hood, “your defiance is noted, but your ambition will be your undoing. Your master is not here to shield you, and even his schemes cannot withstand the might of Hell’s rulers.”
Groviko’s sneer grew wider, his teeth bared in a mocking grin. “We shall see,” he spat.
Lucifuge’s gaze lingered on Groviko for a moment longer before he turned to the other rulers. “These lesser beings offend our dominion. Their rebellion ends now.”
The Eight Rulers Strike
At Lucifuge’s words, the rulers moved in unison, their powers unleashed with devastating precision.
* King Minos , his regal presence towering above the battlefield, raised his scepter high, and from the depths of the ground, massive chasms opened, swallowing entire swarms of rebels into an abyss of eternal torment, their screams echoing as they were dragged down into the darkness.
* Asmodeus, his three heads roaring in unison, summoned fiery tendrils of lust that burned through the demon hordes, consuming their bodies and their wills.
* Beelzebub spread his decayed wings, releasing swarms of infernal insects that devoured the possessed rebels, leaving only bones in their wake.
* Mammon hurled gilded shards that exploded on impact, reducing swathes of the battlefield to molten gold and ashes.
* Amon charged headlong into the fray, his claws and fangs tearing through flesh and bone with primal fury.
* Belial, with a flick of his hand, unleashed a wave of searing flames that incinerated swarms of rebels while leaving the ground scorched and lifeless.
* Minotaur, wielding his colossal battle axe, cleaved through the ranks with relentless brutality, each swing sending shockwaves that toppled the hordes.
* Lucifuge Rofocale simply raised his hand, and dark chains erupted from the ground, binding and crushing entire groups of the possessed in an instant.
The battlefield became a storm of chaos and destruction, the eight rulers fighting with an elegance and ferocity that left even the most hardened demons frozen in awe or terror.
Despite the carnage unfolding around him, Groviko’s resolve hardened. He straightened, his fear replaced by a twisted confidence. Holding the mysterious object tightly, he let out a guttural laugh. “You think I didn’t plan for this? You think my master didn’t prepare me for the eight of you?”
He raised the object high, and it began to glow with a malevolent red light. Groviko’s voice echoed across the battlefield. “Come forth, my champions! Seven lords of chaos, the greatest of Hell’s spawn!”
From the fissures and cracks around him, the ground split further apart, and seven massive forms began to emerge. Each one exuded an aura of power so immense that even the seven rulers paused, their attention turning toward Groviko.
The SSS-Rank Demons and Monsters Appear
One by one, Groviko’s champions took form:
1. Draugaroth, the Unyielding Abyss, is a colossal, obsidian-skinned creature bound in chains, whose mere presence warps reality, crushing all in its path with dark energy and feeding on despair and suffering. Its enormous fists and gravitational powers reduce everything to ruin, leaving broken souls in its wake.
2. Malphas, a towering crow-headed beast with obsidian wings that spread like a storm, its talons dripping with acid.
3. Gorgonath, a serpent-like colossus covered in jagged scales, its multiple heads hissing venomously.
4. Kalruun, a horned demon with molten lava flowing through its veins, its fiery fists cracking the air with every movement.
5. Umbrieth, a shadowy wraith that shifted and split, its tendrils phasing in and out of reality.
6. Terrorox, a hulking behemoth of steel and bone, wielding dual warhammers that glowed with cursed runes.
7. Shriekthorn, an insectoid monstrosity with blade-like limbs and a piercing cry that sent waves of fear rippling across the battlefield.
8. Vexalore, a floating abomination with countless glowing eyes, each projecting beams of destructive energy.
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The battlefield fell into an uneasy silence as the seven SSS-ranked monsters roared in unison, their collective power causing the very air to ripple. Groviko’s laugh rose above the din, maniacal and triumphant.
“Now,” he snarled, pointing toward the rulers, “let’s see if even the mightiest of Hell can stand against my master’s creations!”
The seven rulers of Hell readied themselves, their forms glowing with power as they turned to face this new, monstrous threat. For the first time, the war in Hell was no longer just rebellion—it was survival against unimaginable odds.