Ch 3- Angels Attack Hell

After bidding his last farewell to his mother, Diablo began his journey.

staying in seclusion his mother continued to inquire about the place where the demon could live freely, during the final year of life, she finally found the answer to the place where the demon could live without any worry

"Hell"

With constantly thinking about his mother word's, Diablo embarked on his path toward Hell.

Hell was the only place in the world where demons could live freely. It was a critical hub for demons, notorious for its illegal operations, especially the smuggling of source stones.

The control of Hell was a constant tug-of-war between the Great Demon Lucifer and Archangel Michael.

Amid their battle, a third demon emerged, small in size but walking a path of immense significance: Diablo.

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after a long journey of one year, diablo finally reached the gate of hell

"Hey, kid, state your name," one of the demon guards at the gates of Hell demanded.

"Diablo," the young demon replied.

"Alright, next," the guard said, pushing Diablo inside.

Inside Hell, Diablo noticed the awe-inspiring yet menacing architecture. Colossal gothic castles built from crimson stone towered over vast, desolate plains.

These fortresses were adorned with intricate carvings and statues that seemed to move and writhe at the edge of one's vision, their expressions shifting between agony and ecstasy.

Bridges of bone and sinew spanned bottomless chasms, leading to ancient citadels pulsing with sinister, otherworldly energy.

Diablo's gaze fixed on a giant castle at the center of several crimson stone structures. Another young demon noticed his gaze and smiled wickedly.

"That's Lucifer's castle. Everyone in Hell bows to him. He is the king of Hell," the demon said.

Suddenly, Diablo heard a commotion behind him. One of the demon guards came running and spoke to the guard general, who was checking everyone's identity at the gate.

"Sir, those bastard angels are attacking us again. Should we retaliate?" the demon guard asked urgently.

"Are you out of your mind? Who will fight those angels? Will you fight? Is there anyone in Hell willing to give their life to fight an angel?" the guard general retorted,

turning to look at the young demons. "Or will this chick fight the angels? 'Hey, will you fight the angels?'" he taunted loudly.

No young demon dared to raise their voice in front of the guard general, but suddenly, Diablo raised his hand, signaling his willingness to fight.

The guard general smiled. "Oh, we found a lion among a flock of sheep."

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Later, at the border where angels and demons clashed...

"Hey, that guard was just joking. Why did you bring us to the Angel Barricade?" a young demon asked Diablo.

The angel barricade here was not strong, especially in Hell where demons reigned. The chief commander of this angel barricade was a womanizer who captured succubi and other female demons for his own pleasure.

For two days, Diablo gathered information by stalking the angels. Today, certain that the chief commander was alone, he began his plan.

Aware of the commander's power, Diablo knew that brute strength wouldn't guarantee victory. As he approached the Angel Barricade, he devised a plan to outwit the commander rather than relying on physical prowess.

Diablo silently observed the tent, noting the commander's routine and the placement of his guards. He noticed a small stream nearby, which could serve as a perfect diversion. With a smirk, he began to put his plan into action.

Under the cover of darkness, Diablo used his claws to dig a narrow trench leading from the stream to the tent. Once the trench was ready, he blocked it with a makeshift dam of stones and leaves. He then carefully placed several flammable materials around the tent, creating a hidden trail leading to a large pile outside.

Diablo waited for the right moment when the guards changed shifts, creating a brief window of reduced vigilance. He set the pile alight and swiftly removed the dam, allowing the water to flow through the trench. The stream of water, mixed with the burning materials, quickly created a thick, choking smoke that began to fill the tent.

Inside the tent, the chief commander was roused from his drunken stupor by the acrid smoke. Coughing and disoriented, he stumbled to his feet, trying to make sense of the chaos. The guards outside were also distracted, attempting to extinguish the flames.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Diablo slipped into the tent, moving quickly but silently. He saw the commander struggling to breathe, his vision impaired by the smoke. Diablo grabbed a nearby bucket of water and doused himself, protecting his lungs from the worst of the smoke.

The commander spun around, his eyes wide with surprise. He noticed a small shadow in the smoke.

"You! What have you done?" he shouted, drawing his sword, but his movements were sluggish from the smoke.

Diablo didn't answer. Instead, he darted around the commander, using the smoke as cover. He struck swiftly and precisely, targeting the weak points in the commander's armor.

Each strike was calculated and aimed at disabling rather than killing immediately.

The commander swung his sword wildly, unable to see his opponent clearly. "Show yourself, coward!"

Diablo remained silent, focusing entirely on the fight.

Realizing he couldn't outmuscle the angel directly, Diablo used the environment to his advantage.

He knocked over a table, sending its contents crashing to the ground, further confusing the commander.

Then, with a swift movement, he cut a hole in the back of the tent, allowing more smoke to billow in and obscure the commander's view even further.

In the dense smoke, Diablo saw his chance. He grabbed a heavy candlestick and hurled it at the commander, striking him in the head and causing him to stumble.

Diablo then leaped forward, using the moment of disorientation to disarm the commander. He kicked the sword away, leaving the angel defenseless.

The commander, now on his knees, looked up at Diablo with fear and anger. "How did you...?"

Diablo stood over him, his expression cold. With a final, precise blow, he ended the commander's life.

As the smoke began to clear, he stepped out of the tent, victorious. The remaining angel guards, seeing their commander defeated, became enraged.

"Seize him!" one of the angel soldiers shouted.

Diablo was quickly surrounded, his escape route blocked. He raised his hands in surrender, knowing that his message had already been delivered.

The angel soldiers bound Diablo and dragged him out of the tent. As he was led away, he glanced back at the commander's lifeless body.

"Who would have thought that the commander of angels would die at the hands of a kid?"

Soon, Diablo's extreme torture began at the angel barricade