War

The air was gloomy. Gloomy...that was how Dan felt inside.

...

"Legions!"

Inhumane roars and shrieks from the army ran throughout the hot abyss of hell.

As far as the eyes could see, demons of all forms and sizes littered the entire expanse.

Some were as large as fifty stories and some as small as dogs.

Lucifer sat on his throne, wings fully spread out, his great horns covered in flames. Red coals eyes stared proudly at the one who would lead this great army.

Dan stood before them by Lucifer's throne on an elevated altar in his demon form.

He could shape-shift into any form he wanted. Black wings spread out behind him, golden eyes with seals stared at the army he would soon disperse to the wall.

Hot smoke escaped from his nostrils and jagged canines protruded from his mouth.

The flames burnt relentlessly and the entirety of hell seemed to come alive with the anticipation of bathing in more human blood.