The Misconception

Fein took a step forward, placing a hand on the shoulder of the Rebel closest to him. "You, Jerry," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "You've shown exceptional leadership skills and a strategic mind. I'm entrusting you with the task of overseeing the defense and security of the Lower Abyss. Rally the troops, keep them motivated, and make sure the demons and devils think twice before stepping foot on our territory."

Jerry's chest swelled with pride as he met Fein's gaze, a mixture of gratitude and determination etched on his face. "You can count on me, My lord," he replied, his voice unwavering. "I'll make sure the Lower Abyss remains in order, and no one shall be oppressed again!"

Fein turned to the next Rebel, his eyes searching for the right words. "And you, Mica," he said, his tone softening. "You possess a rare gift of diplomacy and negotiation. Take charge of our relations with other realms, forge alliances, and ensure the prosperity of the new regime."