War 2

~'Nothing ever goes according to plan'

...at least that's what they say.~

...

"Master!"

Dan turned away from his father who still sat on the throne to face the messenger.

He was still in hell; he needed to be on the battlefield. They needed to utilize the cover of darkness to execute their plans effectively because once morning came, they would be at a disadvantage.

"What?" Dan growled out once his eyes landed on the miserable messenger.

The creature which looked no bigger than a dog trembled in fear.

"A-Attack, our t-troops are under attack."

Dan gritted his teeth.

"Who dares attack our camp?"

It moved back in apprehension.

Dan growled grabbing the creature by its throat and raising it to his eyes level.

Dan could feel it tremble as he glowered into its hollow eyes.

"A-Angels m-master. There are many of them."

Dan threw it to the ground. Steam erupted into the air as the lava that seeped through the cracks of the rocks flowed freely.