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Galen steps out onto the balcony of the Duke’s mansion and looks down on the c*****e being unleashed on Orleanspire by the Devils and their Faithful. He reaches up and removes his gold mask revealing a face that is handsome on one side while the other is burned down to the bone. What hair he has left on his head is shaved. His eyes both glow blood red like the ring on the index finger of his right hand. That ring infuses him with the power of his master, the Devil God Xomran, the God of Devils, who is still imprisoned in the Never Realm. The same realm his generals are now leading his army from through the portals of flame and destruction that light up the night. Screams come to him on the night air, and he looks up at the full bloody red moon that fills the night sky. He looks from it down to the jewel of his ring. A jewel that is made from a single drop of his master’s holy blood, one of seven given only to his high priests and priestesses. With these rings, they can tap into an unlimited source of power to fuel their blood magic. The power of the Devil God. Now, after thousands of years of secretly planning and preparing. And over three hundred generations of Faithful, it is time. This scene is repeated in chosen cities all over Pyro. Not just in the Sapphire Empire but the Republic of Gau, the United States of Merica, the Queendom of Britalia, and others. This is a full-scale invasion of the world. A world that was never humanities to rule. A world stolen by false gods and given to them. Gods who they now do not even remember. Who they have renamed over centuries of one false religion after another. At the same time, the Faithful habe been persecuted to the point of being forced to worship in total secracy. They will be taught who the true Gods are. Their cities will burn, their priests will be crucified on their church roofs and left to die and rot in the sun, and blood will flow like rivers. All of this while they hunt their true targets the bearers of the three Elemental Rings. The avatars of the Ancients, the mortal enemies of the Devils. They disappeared soon after the war, leaving the Devils imprisoned and the land of Pyro shattered and scattered. The Elemental Rings are the keys to the final prison holding Lord Xomran. He is under no illusion that this will be an easy task. The three Bearers are the most powerful magical beings in the world. Forces of nature given physical form. And the armies of humanity are not pushovers. They will not just lie down and die. They will go kicking and screaming. So be it. They will die or be enslaved. Only the Faithful will flourish in the new world order. Footsteps behind him get his attention, and he turns to see Tom Faulkner, the High Deacon of his sect. “We have slaughtered everyone on the grounds, Holiness,” says Tom with his hand over his heart and head bowed, “Do you wish for us to join the masters in the city?” “No, that slaughter is for them and them alone,” says Galen as he dawns his mask once more, “We have done as commanded here. We opened the gates and decapitated their leadership. Now, we turn all our attention to locating Bloody Rexx. Let the masters worry about subjugation. If they wish our aid, they will order it.” “As you say, Holiness,” replies Tom. Galen turns from the slaughter and walks past Tom as he raises his ring hand. A bloody red portal opens, and both men step through, leaving Oreanspire to die screaming as they begin their hunt for the man who slaughtered at the will of the Devil Empress. If not for the fact that he bears one of the Elemental Rings which makes him a sworn enemy of Devilkind, he would probably be an invaluable ally against the Sapphire Empire. But, the Devil God has decreed his death, so he must die. First, they must find him.
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