The war.

The emperor of heaven was sitting on his throne as he was in deep thoughts while listening to his ministers.

The demon king already declared a war and now they were marching towards the gate of heaven so they can enter it and once it was conquered the other pillars will fall apart like bread crumbs.

He needed to do something and today he was going to declare the war as everyone was waiting for his words.

"F a t h e r,..."

Emperor of Hell stood up and called him. He knew his father did not want the war but no matter what, the war was going to happen.

"Y o u... h a v e... t o... m a k e... a ... d e c i s i o n...

W e... n e e d... y o u r... o r d e r.

B u t... f i r s t... l e t.. m e... s a y... s o m e t h i n g.

T h e... w a r... w a s... n o t... d e c l a r e d .. f r o m... u s... s o... i t... w i l l... n e v e r... b e... y o u r... f a u l t.

I t... w a s... n o t... y o u... w h o... s t a r t e d... t h e... w a r..."