3 months passed since Lucifer and his brothers took control of the Angelic fortress. During this time, Vulcan was able to craft enough weapons and armor to arm the remaining fallen angels. Jupiter and Ares discussed plans of attack and Lucifer listened to his brothers and himself. He knew that the voice was helping him complete his goal, but what was the true nature of the voice? He spent this time trying to figure out his mission, his destiny. Lucifer believed in his fathers’ words even now after he had cursed him and his realm. It is now that Lucifer knows what must be done, with or without the voice telling him what to do.

Lucifer sat quietly in the war room as his brothers kept discussing the plans to attack the fortress. Ares’ voice was filled with anger,

“We must fly high above the fortress! The sentries will not be able to stop an aerial assault of this caliber!” Jupiter sat in his chair and responded with distain

“These creatures know that we were once angels, in fact they are the ones who most likely destroyed this fortress! We will not waste time fighting like an angel would fight. Instead, we should focus our assault on the main gate!”

The back and forth between the brothers would go on for some time before Lucifer spoke up

“Enough!” Both brothers were silent as their leader stood up from his chair

“This fortress is headed by demons, that is what these creatures are, that is what we are facing! Our weapons will only subdue them, we will have to advance quickly using both strategies. An aerial force of the remaining elite soldiers and the ground assault will attack the gate! We cannot falter here brothers, we are on the cusp of greatness, this victory means we can forge our own destiny!” Jupiter and Ares sat down as Lucifer proclaimed the greatness of the battle that would come soon enough.

Vulcan remained at his forge, he never left it. He created weapons and pieces of armor daily. The helmets were in the shape of Lucifer’s likeness, the eye holes were cut out and the mouths were grated fully concealing the face of the fallen angel. The chest piece was bare, it covered the soldier from his shoulders to his waist. The bracers on both legs and arms were darker than the chest piece but had no distinctions or markings. Each angel would receive a sword and shield, they would have the symbol of star, in recognition of Lucifer’s old title. These arms would last them, but they were not nearly as glorious or delicate as their old angelic arms. All the soldiers had been armed, but even so, Vulcan still worked at his forge. Lucifer came to him and told him of the coming battle.

“The time draws near brother; our glorious victory will be assured by your master craftsmanship once again will it not?”

“Ah yes, my craftsmanship. I am doing the best I can with what little I have.” Vulcan kept moving from his anvil to his furnace and back bringing swords, shield and marking them appropriately.

“You are doing a fantastic job, but I need one more favor of you brother.” Vulcan stopped for a moment and came to Lucifer

“What is it then?”

“I need a siege machine.”

“You think I can craft one of those here? With no access to the Angelic forges?”

“I can give you access to something even greater” Lucifer opened his hand and a dark orb formed inside it.

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“This is a soul, a soul of a fallen angel. I can empower your forge once more and give you the power to craft better weapons and armor. I can also give you the power to craft engines of war. Will you do this for me?”

“If you think it will work, then give it shot.” Lucifer went into the forge and the soul shot from his hand and flew into each part of the forge. The shape of the objects did not change, but an aura came from the fire and the anvil. The flames of the forge changed from red to pitch black and the anvil transformed from the old angelic steel to something more sinister. Vulcan grabbed his raw materials and began to craft a sword. With his mastery of crafting and smithing it took Vulcan only moments to forge this new blade that was know empowered with the soul of a fallen angel. The swords aura was dark and menacing, this would be given to Lucifer.

“Here you are brother, one that can replace the piece of junk you have.” Lucifer returned his old blade to Vulcan and held his new blade. This blade would become known as Soul eater.

“How long will it take you to craft the engine?”

“It should take a week or so, it will be large and slow, but I’ll get it ready.” Lucifer nodded his head and returned to his private chambers to look over his journal it was there when he heard the voice return to him.

“Ah I see you finally gave him the soul. It took you long enough, we could have been celebrating our victory by now!”

“You have helped, this is true, but when will you just leave me alone.”

“When the time is right and when you do not need me anymore.”

“I know what I have to do, you are just a voice in my head”

“I can take a physical form is you would like me to, your brothers still won’t see me, but it might be better to see me.”

“Do what you want I do not care.” The voice took the similar form that Lucifer had slain in the new world.

“Now you can see me, well kind of.”

“Why do you joke around so much, can’t you realize the stakes here?”

“I already have done this, and it is so trivial seeing you do it.”

“You did this before?”

“A long time ago, but yes. I did this before. I wasn’t lying to you I am you” Lucifer looked at the shadowy figure and was confused

“I don’t understand.”

“I am communicating to you through a dimensional hole, I am you from a different dimension.”

“How?”

“You see, when you become ruler of this domain you learn a lot of cool tricks about it. Lots of nocks and crannies for you to discover and one of them is this.”

“You have conquered this realm in your reality?”

“Yup and by myself too, you are lucky. You didn’t have to recruit all the soldiers yourself and take over the palace of Hell without your brothers behind you.”

“The palace of Hell?”

“Yeah, the prison you want to takeover. It is center of power here in this realm. The original name of this realm is the Prison of the blah blah whatever, I renamed it to Hell.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Listen, this realm is full of the dead, those demons are dead creations of your father. They are powerful and sometimes can even best an angel.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before.”

“Well, you see, I kind of want you to do this on your own, but telling you now means that victory is certain.”

“Can you tell me how to win the battle?”

“Not exactly, but the general idea yes.”

“Why not?”

“Well, we are in different dimensions and times actually. Things are similar, but not exactly the same, so I can’t tell you the numbers of the demons or the exact lay out of the fortress because they are all slightly different.”

“Fine, what can you tell me.”

“Firstly, do not kill the demons with your sword, it will destroy their soul and bodies. Secondly, the assault you plan on making is good, but not great. You need to focus on getting to the throne room. Thirdly, use your soul powers and absorb the soul of the ruler. The demons will lay down their arms after you take control as they serve the ruler of the Prison. Then, I will leave you to do whatever you want.”

“You fought this ruler before; does he not have a name?”

“He does, but he makes a whole speech and its dramatic and I won’t ruin it for you.” With his newly acquired knowledge Lucifer would plan accordingly. He told his brothers that he found out that the Prison was headed by a Commander that they needed to kill, with him gone the demons would “die” and they could start their rule. With this plan in motion Lucifer and his army were equipped with the improved weapons and armor and began to march towards the Prison.