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"Let's go...Let's go"

Azriel didn't want to go just yet. His thought were more focused on how they were actually going to transverse through the village without causing turmoil. They had just massacred a whole army and an able paladin, the wives of the soldiers were most likely going to cause panic in the small town. He floated over to the eager demon,

"And if we do go, if we do... then our mission will be in vain. The town will react violently to our approach, we will have no way of harvesting their souls... we must remember that we are trying to do this secretly. If we go in too fast, then the whole plan is ruined because humans are too feeble minded..."

Azriel felt that his point was made across and floated over to a shady part of the field.

Azriel returned to his specter form and exited the cave. He hadn't felt Sanctuary's air in years, always breathing in the brimstone and smoke infested air of Hell. It brought energy into him, a nostalgic energy.

"One must think... humans are so innocent, yet they're not. In fields like this, one could almost forget that Baal's army stormed on Mount Arreat only years ago..."

Azriel floated back towards the cave. He had seen enough; now he wanted to show what he was truly capable of.

As soon as Azriel made it in the cave, he shifted to his non-physical form and took to the ceiling. There he could spectate the battle and know when to strike... there.

He swooped down and saw an average soldier, and in a split second, overtook his body. The soldier dropped his sword...

"... what am I fighting for?"
"Yes, what are you fighting for? Better yet, why fight at all? All your fellow soldiers, they don't want to fight either, they're just a figment of your rage. You're in your home, eating with your family... your wretched family, oh, you hate them so..."
"I do not hate them, you're a liar!"
"No... no, I think you do."


The soldier looked as though he would explode with rage. He picked up his sword and tried batting his head with the hilt, trying to make the voice go away. Azriel left swiftly, knowing the consequences of staying too long... and his plan worked perfectly. The soldier started to flail his sword around, in complete and utter insanity. Azriel saw his opportunity to throw his voice around the walls, cause some more damage.

"I'm over here, boy!"

The soldier moved towards three or four soldiers, couldn't really tell after their bodies were annihilated by the insane soldier. Azriel had done the easy work, now it was time to do some real battle...

"Now... have we any real questions, or shall we tempt me once more?"

Azriel kept his head down. Basoriel seemed like he would be easily angered given the right situation and he didn't want to get on his bad side. He had nothing to inquire anyway, so he decided to wisp lazily around the room. His voice echoed around the room as he spoke in such a manner that it would return to the listener's ears like a chorus of demonic chant,

"The mortal mind is weak, terribly weak. Manipulation and deception hold unlimited possibilities when dealing with the cur, which is why I revel at the thought of playing with mortals yet again."

He made his way to Namphiel's throne.

"I would like to thank you for this opportunity. To be serving the dark lords and fueling my desire for torment makes this task even more desirable. I will serve you without error, I promise..."

After more demons materialized around Azriel, he let his guard down. This was clearly not punishment; it was a gathering, a recruitment maybe. He brought down his temper and accepted the events as a normality.

The demons that appeared around him were complete strangers to him. He was sure that if he asked around, he might have recognized a few names by reputation, but that was a foolish task for an overly eager idiot.

"So, Lord Namphiel... I assume that you've summoned me here because not only do you want my services, but because you also saw great potential in the chaos I can spread. Very well, I've grown tired of shattering sanity anyway. I long for a chance to work with the innocent."

And as smug as that may have sounded, it was really the only thing he could assume because hardly anything goes wrong in Hell. The only times when he is ever inquired is when he needs to spread fear in small forest villages. A tiresome and boring job it is, but he got by most of the time... psychological torture was his specialty.

The closer he got to the City of the Damned, the louder the screams got and the hotter the air got. The ground, decrepit and sometimes bloodied, was all Azriel had to look at during his long walk.

"They should really get some imps to clean this filth..."

A sudden feeling overcame him...

"Summoned? Today?! I didn't even do anything, I was just walking!"

For a split second, everything was dark, and then he appeared in a throne room. He stood facing a brooding and massive demon sitting on a blackened throne, his mere presence spelt evil and torment. He looked to his left and saw another demon, a creature with skin that looked cold to the touch.

"Why have I been summoned here? I never did anything, this is absurd."