Hell’s 9

The sky tore open—and the earth followed.

One by one, the seals broke. And with them, hell answered the call. Not in whispers. Not in shadows. But in flame, storm, and death.

Cities fell. Oceans rose. The righteous vanished without a trace, and the damned were left to face what crawled from the void.

The demons had broken the ancient covenant—a pact that held the balance between heaven, hell, and humanity. And in their treachery, the world was left defenseless.

So the Divine issued a command: “Send me an army.”

But none answered. None, except nine.

Nine demons rose from the ashes of their own damnation. Not out of loyalty. Not out of guilt. But for something deeper—honor, purpose, redemption.

They would fight their own kind. Protect the world they once helped break.

They are not heroes.

They are not saviors.

They are the Hell‘s 9.