Chapter 87: The Realm's Awareness
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During the Demon Transformation Persia, A Gigantic Surge of Energy engulfed the Great Forest in an instant. As it completely covered the Great Forest, The Surge of Energy went far beyond its borders and began covering the Continent with its Energy. The Surge of Energy was the revival of an Extinct Race. A Dangerous Race was the bane of existence. They were the Chaos that wanted to burn the Continent to the Ground. Most called them Demons, The Fallens who fell to Eternal Chaos.
Within the Eastern Side of the Great Forest where the Nation of Bestia inhabited, Beyond the Eastern Side of the Great Forest was Another Part of the Continent. It was a Strange Region called Arcanum, A Region riddled with Races consisting Great Amount of Strength. There were Dragons, Behemoths, Colossus, Dark Races, Monsters, and Abominations that inhabited Arcanum. It was one of the places where the Mana Density rivaled the Great Forest. The Size of the Arcanum was about 1/3 of the Continent. It was one of the main reasons why such Races with Vast Strength gathered in such a Wide Region of the Continent.
The Surge of Demonic Energy was Nostalgic and Hateful for the Inhabitants of Arcanum. After all, The Demons caused Chaos in the Region and decreased its Population to half. The Inhabitants of Arcanum were the bulk of the Forces that caused the extinction of the Demons. The Demon Energy passed through everything and woke up everyone within Arcanum. They looked in a Certain Direction with a Serious expression signifying the current matter on hand.
In a Volcanic Mountain within the Region of Arcanum. Lava was everywhere as the Burning Ashes covered the Heavens. The Sulfuric Smoke was dense as it would kill anything that tried to pass through or inhabit the Volcanic Mountain. Though, There were Creatures that loved the Volcanic Mountains. One of the Most Inhabitants of such Mountains was a Creature called a Dragon.
A Dragon was a Gigantic Scaly Creature with a Vast Wing behind its back. It stood 7 Kilometers Tall, almost rivaling the Mountain beside it. Its Fiery Eyes resembled fury after the Surge of Demonic Energy passed through it. It looked towards the Direction where the Great Forest stood and spoke with its menacing and grand voice. "Demons... They have revived themselves...".
The Dragon looked around as it gazes at the Heavens above it. It then opened its mouth and roared with a Thunderous Voice that rocked the Heavens. A Shockwave formed around its mouth as the Ashy Clouds covering the Skies got swept by it. The Blue Skies and Golden Sun illuminated the Volcanic Mountain for the First time within Centuries.
*ROAR!!!*
*ROAR!!!* *ROAR!!!* *ROAR!!!*
Numerous Thunderous Roars echoed after the Dragon released his. The Dragons within the Arcanum finally began moving as they knew that peace wouldn't last long with the Demons revived from their ashes. The Dragon then began moving its body and walked towards the Center of Arcanum. "Death to those who break Peace and Order."
The Movement of the Dragons didn't go unnoticed. Multiple Races within Arcanum noticed the Surge of Demon Energy passed through the Region. They instantly knew that the Demons managed to revive themselves, which was an unwelcome surprise. Chaos would soon spread according to their former knowledge of the Demons. With such information, The Nations within Arcanum began mobilizing their armies to prepare for the incoming Chaos of the Demons.
Though, There was one race that considered the Demons as their Rival. It was the Devil Race who also came from the Fallens. Pure Fallens were rare to be found as they slowly changed into Devils or Demons. Their existence, forgotten with the Annals of time. The Devil Race inhabited a large area of the Arcanum. They were the strongest as they rivaled the Angels and Spirits with their power.
They were one of the Astral Races within the Continent and had Seven Nations under them. The Seven Nations got scattered all over Arcanum. They had a vast amount of strength that made them comparable to the Strongest Nations of the North, East, and West. Their Seven Nations were the Fortress of Pride, Fortress of Sloth, Fortress of Lust, Fortress of Envy, Fortress of Gluttony, Fortress of Greed, and Fortress of Wrath. The Seven Nations of the Devil Race got ruled by the Great Ruler Satan. Together with the Seven Devil Monarchs from each Devil nation.
Deep within the Territory of Pride was a Tower that pierced the Heavens. It stood upon a Gigantic Mountain that got turned into a Gigantic Fortress. Airships flew through the Skies as the Dark Thundering Clouds ushered their Lighting Bolts upon the Land. The Tower was infamously named, The Tower of Sin. It was where all Devil Monarchs and their Great Ruler Satan meet each other.
The Tower of Sin got considered the most defended Fortress within the Arcanum. Even the Colossus, Behemoths, and Dragons would have a hard time seizing the Fortress. Though, It has been centuries or millennia since the Last Great War. The Validity of such claims was controversial within the Region of Arcanum.
Within the Tower of Sin was a Gigantic Round Table with 8 Grandious Devil-like Chairs. A Gigantic Table reserved to those who stood on the Peak of the Devil Race. Seven Figures sat upon the chairs around the Table and had discussions about their Nations until a Strange Surge of Energy covered the Whole Continent. The Figures within the Room felt the Surge of Energy and found it Nostalgic yet Traumatizing at the same time.
"What the-" A Hoarse Voice echoed within the Room as a Figure looked in a Certain Direction with a Serious Expression. It was the Devil of Envy gazing upon the Surge of Demonic Energy that passed through the Tower of Sin. The Remaining Six Figures also instantly noticed the Demonic Energy. The Atmosphere within the Room got colder and colder as the Demon Revival was clear to the Devils.
"How is this possible?" The Devil of Sloth woke up for the first time with widened eyes. The Demonic Energy was Nostalgic and Hateful to the Old Devils who have lived for a Dozen Millenias. The Signature Energy of the Demons was something almost all Old Beings within the Arcanum instantly sense. Though, They still couldn't believe such an Energy managed to revive itself in the Realm of Piksyon.
"Demons..." The Devil of Gluttony mumbled onto himself as he stopped eating the food on his plate. He thought about the First Great War. The Last Great War was the Seventh Great War. Though the First Great War was the Longest and Bloodiest one of them all. It was the First War of All Races within the Realm of Piksyon. The Biggest Players of the First Great War were the Astral Races.
Devils and Demons were one kind but different in terms of side. The Demons love Chaos while the Devils love Evil. Despite the indistinguishable meaning between the two sides. They were different from each other. They also originated from one race which was the Fallens. Though, the Fallens turned into either Devils or Demons. The difference between the two ignited a Civil War.
The Angels and Devils allied together for the First Time as the Numbers of Demons grew at a Rapid Rate. They could infect other races and turn them into Demons. They called it Chaos Plague. It was an Annoyance for all Races within the Realm of Piksyon. The Angles and Devils needed to used their Karmic Flames to cleanse such Plague within the Realm of Piksyon.
The Spirits didn't ally themselves as they stared near their Territories and all focused themselves on defense. The Angels, on the other hand, had jurisdiction over taking care of the Demons and Devils. The Devils also had to fight the Demons as the Demon's Influence slowly took over the Devil Race. The Civil War ended with the Demon dying off without any trace left in existence.
A Figure stood up from his chair and gazed upon the Devil Monarchs in the Room. It was the Devil of Pride. One of the Strongest Devil Emperors within the Devil Race. A Bit Behind Wrath. The Devil of Pride then spoke with a Prideful and Serious Tone towards the Devil Monarchs. "It seems that the Demon has revived themselves back to the Continent. We have no information on how it happened, but we'll have to make sure that the Chaos Plague wouldn't spread within the Arcanum."
"Though, I doubt that their Weak Revival would be enough to fight against us. We are a Thousand Times stronger than the time during the First Great War. We will show them the power of the Devil Race." The Prideful Persona kicked in. Fortunately, he stopped speaking as the Devil Monarchs around him were left to think for themselves. The Memories during the First Great War were clear to them. They were also interested in the current Demon Race.
"We must secure our borders as Weak as they are. They can spread like rats in an instant." The Devil of Greed spoke up with a Serious Voice as the Devil Monarchs around her nodded in agreement. They could still remember the effects of the Chaos Plague. Despite being ineffective against them, They couldn't say the same to the Devils below them.
"Do we report this to our Great Ruler?" The Devil of Sloth asked as the Devil of Pride shook his head and answered with a calm voice. "Our Ruler must have already known of such event beforehand. He might have known a Dozen Years ago. So I doubt that our Great Lord we need our information to know of such simple information." The Devil Monarchs nodded in agreement after hearing the Devil of Pride's words.
"It has been years since I met with our Great Lord. I have kept my Purity despite being the Devil of Lust. For my the Great Lord who I admire and love." The Devil of Lust spoke with a Seductive Voice while daydreaming about their Great Lord banging her without any mercy. A Pervert in a Pure Body. How ironic yet beautiful. The Devil Monarchs shook their head as they continued discussing.
"Eh? Another Great War?" The Devil of Wrath spoke for the first time during the meeting. His words stopped the current discussion as the Devil Monarchs looked at him at the same time. The Devil of Wrath was the Strongest Devil that was behind the Great Ruler. He was the Greatest War General of the Devil Race. Though he stopped fighting ever since the Seventh Great War ended.
"That would be rather unfortunate." The Devil of Sloth shook his head as war would require him to move a lot, which was rather unfortunate for someone like him. The Devil of Wrath was slightly interested in the current subject, which was the possibility of a Great War. The Revival of the Demons was also interesting for him. Excitement got plastered on Wrath's eyes which was surprising for the Demon Monarchs.
"The Dragons have begun moving, and it seems that they are heading towards the Center of the Arcanum. Their Mobilization signifies a lot of things, and the revival of the Demon Race wouldn't be enough for them to mobilize at the same time. We can only assume that something serious is going on, and we would have to prepare for it." The Devil of Pride began speaking with a Serious voice as the Devil Monarchs listened attentively to every word.
"We would also need to clean the ones that try to instigate conflict against any Race within the Arcanum." The Devil of Pride continued his words with a Serious and Stern Voice. The Devil of Wrath then replied. "We will destroy them and annihilate them." The Devil of Pride nodded in agreement as he finally spoke his last words before everything would start.
"The Civil Meeting will end... Let us start the War Council Meeting." After such words, The Seven Devil Nations within the Arcanum Region announced the Mobilization of their Forces to their Borders. The Arcanum in the East, The Great Forest in the Core, The Endless Grasslands in the West, The Calidus Desert in the South, and the Glacies Tundra in the North.
The Strong Surge of Demonic Energy that instantly covered the Continent was an Announcement to the Realm of Piksyon. It was an Announcement of a New Force. A Dangerous Force that could break the Balance within the Continent. The Leader of such a Dangerous Force held the Progenitor Title of the Demon Race.
Her name was Persia, the Progenitor of the Demon Race, the Holder of Two Origins, and the Demon Serpent.
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During the Demon Transformation Persia, A Gigantic Surge of Energy engulfed the Great Forest in an instant. As it completely covered the Great Forest, The Surge of Energy went far beyond its borders and began covering the Continent with its Energy. The Surge of Energy was the revival of an Extinct Race. A Dangerous Race was the bane of existence. They were the Chaos that wanted to burn the Continent to the Ground. Most called them Demons, The Fallens who fell to Eternal Chaos.
Within the Eastern Side of the Great Forest where the Nation of Bestia inhabited, Beyond the Eastern Side of the Great Forest was Another Part of the Continent. It was a Strange Region called Arcanum, A Region riddled with Races consisting Great Amount of Strength. There were Dragons, Behemoths, Colossus, Dark Races, Monsters, and Abominations that inhabited Arcanum. It was one of the places where the Mana Density rivaled the Great Forest. The Size of the Arcanum was about 1/3 of the Continent. It was one of the main reasons why such Races with Vast Strength gathered in such a Wide Region of the Continent.
The Surge of Demonic Energy was Nostalgic and Hateful for the Inhabitants of Arcanum. After all, The Demons caused Chaos in the Region and decreased its Population to half. The Inhabitants of Arcanum were the bulk of the Forces that caused the extinction of the Demons. The Demon Energy passed through everything and woke up everyone within Arcanum. They looked in a Certain Direction with a Serious expression signifying the current matter on hand.
In a Volcanic Mountain within the Region of Arcanum. Lava was everywhere as the Burning Ashes covered the Heavens. The Sulfuric Smoke was dense as it would kill anything that tried to pass through or inhabit the Volcanic Mountain. Though, There were Creatures that loved the Volcanic Mountains. One of the Most Inhabitants of such Mountains was a Creature called a Dragon.
A Dragon was a Gigantic Scaly Creature with a Vast Wing behind its back. It stood 7 Kilometers Tall, almost rivaling the Mountain beside it. Its Fiery Eyes resembled fury after the Surge of Demonic Energy passed through it. It looked towards the Direction where the Great Forest stood and spoke with its menacing and grand voice. "Demons... They have revived themselves...".
The Dragon looked around as it gazes at the Heavens above it. It then opened its mouth and roared with a Thunderous Voice that rocked the Heavens. A Shockwave formed around its mouth as the Ashy Clouds covering the Skies got swept by it. The Blue Skies and Golden Sun illuminated the Volcanic Mountain for the First time within Centuries.
*ROAR!!!*
*ROAR!!!* *ROAR!!!* *ROAR!!!*
Numerous Thunderous Roars echoed after the Dragon released his. The Dragons within the Arcanum finally began moving as they knew that peace wouldn't last long with the Demons revived from their ashes. The Dragon then began moving its body and walked towards the Center of Arcanum. "Death to those who break Peace and Order."
The Movement of the Dragons didn't go unnoticed. Multiple Races within Arcanum noticed the Surge of Demon Energy passed through the Region. They instantly knew that the Demons managed to revive themselves, which was an unwelcome surprise. Chaos would soon spread according to their former knowledge of the Demons. With such information, The Nations within Arcanum began mobilizing their armies to prepare for the incoming Chaos of the Demons.
Though, There was one race that considered the Demons as their Rival. It was the Devil Race who also came from the Fallens. Pure Fallens were rare to be found as they slowly changed into Devils or Demons. Their existence, forgotten with the Annals of time. The Devil Race inhabited a large area of the Arcanum. They were the strongest as they rivaled the Angels and Spirits with their power.
They were one of the Astral Races within the Continent and had Seven Nations under them. The Seven Nations got scattered all over Arcanum. They had a vast amount of strength that made them comparable to the Strongest Nations of the North, East, and West. Their Seven Nations were the Fortress of Pride, Fortress of Sloth, Fortress of Lust, Fortress of Envy, Fortress of Gluttony, Fortress of Greed, and Fortress of Wrath. The Seven Nations of the Devil Race got ruled by the Great Ruler Satan. Together with the Seven Devil Monarchs from each Devil nation.
Deep within the Territory of Pride was a Tower that pierced the Heavens. It stood upon a Gigantic Mountain that got turned into a Gigantic Fortress. Airships flew through the Skies as the Dark Thundering Clouds ushered their Lighting Bolts upon the Land. The Tower was infamously named, The Tower of Sin. It was where all Devil Monarchs and their Great Ruler Satan meet each other.
The Tower of Sin got considered the most defended Fortress within the Arcanum. Even the Colossus, Behemoths, and Dragons would have a hard time seizing the Fortress. Though, It has been centuries or millennia since the Last Great War. The Validity of such claims was controversial within the Region of Arcanum.
Within the Tower of Sin was a Gigantic Round Table with 8 Grandious Devil-like Chairs. A Gigantic Table reserved to those who stood on the Peak of the Devil Race. Seven Figures sat upon the chairs around the Table and had discussions about their Nations until a Strange Surge of Energy covered the Whole Continent. The Figures within the Room felt the Surge of Energy and found it Nostalgic yet Traumatizing at the same time.
"What the-" A Hoarse Voice echoed within the Room as a Figure looked in a Certain Direction with a Serious Expression. It was the Devil of Envy gazing upon the Surge of Demonic Energy that passed through the Tower of Sin. The Remaining Six Figures also instantly noticed the Demonic Energy. The Atmosphere within the Room got colder and colder as the Demon Revival was clear to the Devils.
"How is this possible?" The Devil of Sloth woke up for the first time with widened eyes. The Demonic Energy was Nostalgic and Hateful to the Old Devils who have lived for a Dozen Millenias. The Signature Energy of the Demons was something almost all Old Beings within the Arcanum instantly sense. Though, They still couldn't believe such an Energy managed to revive itself in the Realm of Piksyon.
"Demons..." The Devil of Gluttony mumbled onto himself as he stopped eating the food on his plate. He thought about the First Great War. The Last Great War was the Seventh Great War. Though the First Great War was the Longest and Bloodiest one of them all. It was the First War of All Races within the Realm of Piksyon. The Biggest Players of the First Great War were the Astral Races.
Devils and Demons were one kind but different in terms of side. The Demons love Chaos while the Devils love Evil. Despite the indistinguishable meaning between the two sides. They were different from each other. They also originated from one race which was the Fallens. Though, the Fallens turned into either Devils or Demons. The difference between the two ignited a Civil War.
The Angels and Devils allied together for the First Time as the Numbers of Demons grew at a Rapid Rate. They could infect other races and turn them into Demons. They called it Chaos Plague. It was an Annoyance for all Races within the Realm of Piksyon. The Angles and Devils needed to used their Karmic Flames to cleanse such Plague within the Realm of Piksyon.
The Spirits didn't ally themselves as they stared near their Territories and all focused themselves on defense. The Angels, on the other hand, had jurisdiction over taking care of the Demons and Devils. The Devils also had to fight the Demons as the Demon's Influence slowly took over the Devil Race. The Civil War ended with the Demon dying off without any trace left in existence.
A Figure stood up from his chair and gazed upon the Devil Monarchs in the Room. It was the Devil of Pride. One of the Strongest Devil Emperors within the Devil Race. A Bit Behind Wrath. The Devil of Pride then spoke with a Prideful and Serious Tone towards the Devil Monarchs. "It seems that the Demon has revived themselves back to the Continent. We have no information on how it happened, but we'll have to make sure that the Chaos Plague wouldn't spread within the Arcanum."
"Though, I doubt that their Weak Revival would be enough to fight against us. We are a Thousand Times stronger than the time during the First Great War. We will show them the power of the Devil Race." The Prideful Persona kicked in. Fortunately, he stopped speaking as the Devil Monarchs around him were left to think for themselves. The Memories during the First Great War were clear to them. They were also interested in the current Demon Race.
"We must secure our borders as Weak as they are. They can spread like rats in an instant." The Devil of Greed spoke up with a Serious Voice as the Devil Monarchs around her nodded in agreement. They could still remember the effects of the Chaos Plague. Despite being ineffective against them, They couldn't say the same to the Devils below them.
"Do we report this to our Great Ruler?" The Devil of Sloth asked as the Devil of Pride shook his head and answered with a calm voice. "Our Ruler must have already known of such event beforehand. He might have known a Dozen Years ago. So I doubt that our Great Lord we need our information to know of such simple information." The Devil Monarchs nodded in agreement after hearing the Devil of Pride's words.
"It has been years since I met with our Great Lord. I have kept my Purity despite being the Devil of Lust. For my the Great Lord who I admire and love." The Devil of Lust spoke with a Seductive Voice while daydreaming about their Great Lord banging her without any mercy. A Pervert in a Pure Body. How ironic yet beautiful. The Devil Monarchs shook their head as they continued discussing.
"Eh? Another Great War?" The Devil of Wrath spoke for the first time during the meeting. His words stopped the current discussion as the Devil Monarchs looked at him at the same time. The Devil of Wrath was the Strongest Devil that was behind the Great Ruler. He was the Greatest War General of the Devil Race. Though he stopped fighting ever since the Seventh Great War ended.
"That would be rather unfortunate." The Devil of Sloth shook his head as war would require him to move a lot, which was rather unfortunate for someone like him. The Devil of Wrath was slightly interested in the current subject, which was the possibility of a Great War. The Revival of the Demons was also interesting for him. Excitement got plastered on Wrath's eyes which was surprising for the Demon Monarchs.
"The Dragons have begun moving, and it seems that they are heading towards the Center of the Arcanum. Their Mobilization signifies a lot of things, and the revival of the Demon Race wouldn't be enough for them to mobilize at the same time. We can only assume that something serious is going on, and we would have to prepare for it." The Devil of Pride began speaking with a Serious voice as the Devil Monarchs listened attentively to every word.
"We would also need to clean the ones that try to instigate conflict against any Race within the Arcanum." The Devil of Pride continued his words with a Serious and Stern Voice. The Devil of Wrath then replied. "We will destroy them and annihilate them." The Devil of Pride nodded in agreement as he finally spoke his last words before everything would start.
"The Civil Meeting will end... Let us start the War Council Meeting." After such words, The Seven Devil Nations within the Arcanum Region announced the Mobilization of their Forces to their Borders. The Arcanum in the East, The Great Forest in the Core, The Endless Grasslands in the West, The Calidus Desert in the South, and the Glacies Tundra in the North.
The Strong Surge of Demonic Energy that instantly covered the Continent was an Announcement to the Realm of Piksyon. It was an Announcement of a New Force. A Dangerous Force that could break the Balance within the Continent. The Leader of such a Dangerous Force held the Progenitor Title of the Demon Race.
Her name was Persia, the Progenitor of the Demon Race, the Holder of Two Origins, and the Demon Serpent.
During the Demon Transformation Persia, A Gigantic Surge of Energy engulfed the Great Forest in an instant. As it completely covered the Great Forest, The Surge of Energy went far beyond its borders and began covering the Continent with its Energy. The Surge of Energy was the revival of an Extinct Race. A Dangerous Race was the bane of existence. They were the Chaos that wanted to burn the Continent to the Ground. Most called them Demons, The Fallens who fell to Eternal Chaos.Within the Eastern Side of the Great Forest where the Nation of Bestia inhabited, Beyond the Eastern Side of the Great Forest was Another Part of the Continent. It was a Strange Region called Arcanum, A Region riddled with Races consisting Great Amount of Strength. There were Dragons, Behemoths, Colossus, Dark Races, Monsters, and Abominations that inhabited Arcanum. It was one of the places where the Mana Density rivaled the Great Forest. The Size of the Arcanum was about 1/3 of the Continent. It was one of the main reasons why such Races with Vast Strength gathered in such a Wide Region of the Continent.The Surge of Demonic Energy was Nostalgic and Hateful for the Inhabitants of Arcanum. After all, The Demons caused Chaos in the Region and decreased its Population to half. The Inhabitants of Arcanum were the bulk of the Forces that caused the extinction of the Demons. The Demon Energy passed through everything and woke up everyone within Arcanum. They looked in a Certain Direction with a Serious expression signifying the current matter on hand.In a Volcanic Mountain within the Region of Arcanum. Lava was everywhere as the Burning Ashes covered the Heavens. The Sulfuric Smoke was dense as it would kill anything that tried to pass through or inhabit the Volcanic Mountain. Though, There were Creatures that loved the Volcanic Mountains. One of the Most Inhabitants of such Mountains was a Creature called a Dragon.A Dragon was a Gigantic Scaly Creature with a Vast Wing behind its back. It stood 7 Kilometers Tall, almost rivaling the Mountain beside it. Its Fiery Eyes resembled fury after the Surge of Demonic Energy passed through it. It looked towards the Direction where the Great Forest stood and spoke with its menacing and grand voice. "Demons... They have revived themselves...".The Dragon looked around as it gazes at the Heavens above it. It then opened its mouth and roared with a Thunderous Voice that rocked the Heavens. A Shockwave formed around its mouth as the Ashy Clouds covering the Skies got swept by it. The Blue Skies and Golden Sun illuminated the Volcanic Mountain for the First time within Centuries.*ROAR!!!**ROAR!!!* *ROAR!!!* *ROAR!!!*Numerous Thunderous Roars echoed after the Dragon released his. The Dragons within the Arcanum finally began moving as they knew that peace wouldn't last long with the Demons revived from their ashes. The Dragon then began moving its body and walked towards the Center of Arcanum. "Death to those who break Peace and Order."The Movement of the Dragons didn't go unnoticed. Multiple Races within Arcanum noticed the Surge of Demon Energy passed through the Region. They instantly knew that the Demons managed to revive themselves, which was an unwelcome surprise. Chaos would soon spread according to their former knowledge of the Demons. With such information, The Nations within Arcanum began mobilizing their armies to prepare for the incoming Chaos of the Demons.Though, There was one race that considered the Demons as their Rival. It was the Devil Race who also came from the Fallens. Pure Fallens were rare to be found as they slowly changed into Devils or Demons. Their existence, forgotten with the Annals of time. The Devil Race inhabited a large area of the Arcanum. They were the strongest as they rivaled the Angels and Spirits with their power. They were one of the Astral Races within the Continent and had Seven Nations under them. The Seven Nations got scattered all over Arcanum. They had a vast amount of strength that made them comparable to the Strongest Nations of the North, East, and West. Their Seven Nations were the Fortress of Pride, Fortress of Sloth, Fortress of Lust, Fortress of Envy, Fortress of Gluttony, Fortress of Greed, and Fortress of Wrath. The Seven Nations of the Devil Race got ruled by the Great Ruler Satan. Together with the Seven Devil Monarchs from each Devil nation. Deep within the Territory of Pride was a Tower that pierced the Heavens. It stood upon a Gigantic Mountain that got turned into a Gigantic Fortress. Airships flew through the Skies as the Dark Thundering Clouds ushered their Lighting Bolts upon the Land. The Tower was infamously named, The Tower of Sin. It was where all Devil Monarchs and their Great Ruler Satan meet each other. The Tower of Sin got considered the most defended Fortress within the Arcanum. Even the Colossus, Behemoths, and Dragons would have a hard time seizing the Fortress. Though, It has been centuries or millennia since the Last Great War. The Validity of such claims was controversial within the Region of Arcanum. Within the Tower of Sin was a Gigantic Round Table with 8 Grandious Devil-like Chairs. A Gigantic Table reserved to those who stood on the Peak of the Devil Race. Seven Figures sat upon the chairs around the Table and had discussions about their Nations until a Strange Surge of Energy covered the Whole Continent. The Figures within the Room felt the Surge of Energy and found it Nostalgic yet Traumatizing at the same time. "What the-" A Hoarse Voice echoed within the Room as a Figure looked in a Certain Direction with a Serious Expression. It was the Devil of Envy gazing upon the Surge of Demonic Energy that passed through the Tower of Sin. The Remaining Six Figures also instantly noticed the Demonic Energy. The Atmosphere within the Room got colder and colder as the Demon Revival was clear to the Devils. "How is this possible?" The Devil of Sloth woke up for the first time with widened eyes. The Demonic Energy was Nostalgic and Hateful to the Old Devils who have lived for a Dozen Millenias. The Signature Energy of the Demons was something almost all Old Beings within the Arcanum instantly sense. Though, They still couldn't believe such an Energy managed to revive itself in the Realm of Piksyon. "Demons..." The Devil of Gluttony mumbled onto himself as he stopped eating the food on his plate. He thought about the First Great War. The Last Great War was the Seventh Great War. Though the First Great War was the Longest and Bloodiest one of them all. It was the First War of All Races within the Realm of Piksyon. The Biggest Players of the First Great War were the Astral Races. Devils and Demons were one kind but different in terms of side. The Demons love Chaos while the Devils love Evil. Despite the indistinguishable meaning between the two sides. They were different from each other. They also originated from one race which was the Fallens. Though, the Fallens turned into either Devils or Demons. The difference between the two ignited a Civil War. The Angels and Devils allied together for the First Time as the Numbers of Demons grew at a Rapid Rate. They could infect other races and turn them into Demons. They called it Chaos Plague. It was an Annoyance for all Races within the Realm of Piksyon. The Angles and Devils needed to used their Karmic Flames to cleanse such Plague within the Realm of Piksyon. The Spirits didn't ally themselves as they stared near their Territories and all focused themselves on defense. The Angels, on the other hand, had jurisdiction over taking care of the Demons and Devils. The Devils also had to fight the Demons as the Demon's Influence slowly took over the Devil Race. The Civil War ended with the Demon dying off without any trace left in existence. A Figure stood up from his chair and gazed upon the Devil Monarchs in the Room. It was the Devil of Pride. One of the Strongest Devil Emperors within the Devil Race. A Bit Behind Wrath. The Devil of Pride then spoke with a Prideful and Serious Tone towards the Devil Monarchs. "It seems that the Demon has revived themselves back to the Continent. We have no information on how it happened, but we'll have to make sure that the Chaos Plague wouldn't spread within the Arcanum." "Though, I doubt that their Weak Revival would be enough to fight against us. We are a Thousand Times stronger than the time during the First Great War. We will show them the power of the Devil Race." The Prideful Persona kicked in. Fortunately, he stopped speaking as the Devil Monarchs around him were left to think for themselves. The Memories during the First Great War were clear to them. They were also interested in the current Demon Race. "We must secure our borders as Weak as they are. They can spread like rats in an instant." The Devil of Greed spoke up with a Serious Voice as the Devil Monarchs around her nodded in agreement. They could still remember the effects of the Chaos Plague. Despite being ineffective against them, They couldn't say the same to the Devils below them."Do we report this to our Great Ruler?" The Devil of Sloth asked as the Devil of Pride shook his head and answered with a calm voice. "Our Ruler must have already known of such event beforehand. He might have known a Dozen Years ago. So I doubt that our Great Lord we need our information to know of such simple information." The Devil Monarchs nodded in agreement after hearing the Devil of Pride's words."It has been years since I met with our Great Lord. I have kept my Purity despite being the Devil of Lust. For my the Great Lord who I admire and love." The Devil of Lust spoke with a Seductive Voice while daydreaming about their Great Lord banging her without any mercy. A Pervert in a Pure Body. How ironic yet beautiful. The Devil Monarchs shook their head as they continued discussing. "Eh? Another Great War?" The Devil of Wrath spoke for the first time during the meeting. His words stopped the current discussion as the Devil Monarchs looked at him at the same time. The Devil of Wrath was the Strongest Devil that was behind the Great Ruler. He was the Greatest War General of the Devil Race. Though he stopped fighting ever since the Seventh Great War ended. "That would be rather unfortunate." The Devil of Sloth shook his head as war would require him to move a lot, which was rather unfortunate for someone like him. The Devil of Wrath was slightly interested in the current subject, which was the possibility of a Great War. The Revival of the Demons was also interesting for him. Excitement got plastered on Wrath's eyes which was surprising for the Demon Monarchs. "The Dragons have begun moving, and it seems that they are heading towards the Center of the Arcanum. Their Mobilization signifies a lot of things, and the revival of the Demon Race wouldn't be enough for them to mobilize at the same time. We can only assume that something serious is going on, and we would have to prepare for it." The Devil of Pride began speaking with a Serious voice as the Devil Monarchs listened attentively to every word."We would also need to clean the ones that try to instigate conflict against any Race within the Arcanum." The Devil of Pride continued his words with a Serious and Stern Voice. The Devil of Wrath then replied. "We will destroy them and annihilate them." The Devil of Pride nodded in agreement as he finally spoke his last words before everything would start."The Civil Meeting will end... Let us start the War Council Meeting." After such words, The Seven Devil Nations within the Arcanum Region announced the Mobilization of their Forces to their Borders. The Arcanum in the East, The Great Forest in the Core, The Endless Grasslands in the West, The Calidus Desert in the South, and the Glacies Tundra in the North.The Strong Surge of Demonic Energy that instantly covered the Continent was an Announcement to the Realm of Piksyon. It was an Announcement of a New Force. A Dangerous Force that could break the Balance within the Continent. The Leader of such a Dangerous Force held the Progenitor Title of the Demon Race. Her name was Persia, the Progenitor of the Demon Race, the Holder of Two Origins, and the Demon Serpent.
