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Unknown Soldier · **03-31-2013, 12:39 PM**

"How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!"

-- Isaiah 14:12

The following scene takes place in the book of Revelations in the Kingdom of Babylon around the year 95 AD:

The troops marched through the trenches and plains of a desert somewhere in the Middle East. The slaves of the dark horde marched onwards to a battle that would set the precedence for the entire world. The fires from the sun soaked up from the plains through the cracks in the desert and boiled on the surface of the earth. The same as if you witnessed a blacktopped driveway after the construction crew just poured it on a humid and hot day. Their heads bowed as they continue to follow the footsteps of the demon in front of them. Mountains in the far away distance have flickers of fire and lightning in the sky just above them. Darkness, fire, and lightning are about the only thing that surrounds this marching horde. The road left behind them is invisible, covered in a trail of darkness that leaks behind the pack like a traveling snail. Bringing up the rear is a large and ferocious beast with the head of a cat, frog, and man. The legs and body of a spider gave him the ability to stiffen the knees of his eight legs and elevate him above the crowd from the rear to make sure none strayed from the path.

The demon Bael; known to the underworld as the Mighty King and closest guardian to the prince of darkness.

Onward the mighty demon king urged his army to march with a devastatingly long and thick whip that stretched over a mile long. When he cracked it in mid air it created a sonic boom that was louder than the thunder in the sky. Most were without opposition to the march because they are emphatically subservient to the master of the dark horde. One demon did swear vengeance as he possessed the ability to see the future and what defeat lie ahead for the morning star's vicious army. He whispered to the demon marching to his left..

VASSAGO: "When will we reach the portal to enter the gates."

The demon next to him was his counterpart Agares, who shared his same thoughts of deception as they were both spliced from the same demonic breed that created them both. He dare not oppose their master; however, for unlike Vassago he knew the punishment for enacting, or even believing that one could oppose the King of Babylon would result in dire consequences.

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Agares rode on the back of a ferocious crocodile thirty meters long, which he was able to control by his saddle and propel him forward by nudging him in the belly with his stirrup heels.

AGARES: "Now is not the time to be asking questions. I know that you sense the master's prescience lurking in the storm clouds above."

VASSAGO: "This is foolish my friend, we are marching into a trap. The King of Babylon is..."

BAEL: "SILENCE! Who dare speak ill of the dark lord???

Bael leaps from the back of the pack and in one swift and thunderous bound drops himself in front of the two.

BAEL: "Vassago! The one who shares his good nature's with the likes of the filthy human army. I implore this as your final warning if you wish to avoid punishments of the whip."

Bael slaps the whip up in the air with a deafening wail that penetrates and vibrates through their brains like a migraine headache. The sound continues to emancipate through the hash winds like the sound of someone striking a triangle musical instrument. The pack stops to watch as the dark lords first ranking lieutenant challenged Vassago's credibility. The two prepare for what appears to be a battle of epic proportions until out of the sky appears..

The dragon with seven heads and ten horns from a light that opened the sky like a stage curtain....

The size of the creature was twice that of the army that stood before him. One that stretched on for miles and miles beyond comprehension. As he stared and breathed over his army they all, in unison, bowed before there King and master. They bowed before the mighty King because they knew the time had come.

The day of reckoning was bestowed upon us on this day as the ultimate battle between good and evil was laying on the front door of the world. The demon army knew that the time had come. The soldier's stare up at their master.

All but one.

Vassago.

The prince of hell stood like a statue glaring back in the demon's eyes showing no sign of loyalty or respect. The rest of the pack noticed none of this activity. Their sense of adornment was so strong that many tucked their head between their legs and closed their eyes. This showed the ultimate sign of worship. Agares was the only one who could see that Vassago was still not kneeling or bowing his head.

AGARES: "Get down, Vassago. Please, don't do this here. Not now!"

Agares was now tugging at his waistline and insisting. Vassago complied eventually but with resistance. The stare down between him and his master left a burning on the inside of his demonic soul that fueled his hate and anger. The feelings that mortals possess began to overcome him and so he had no other choice to submit before the King. The dragon of the morning star implored his will over his subject by transmitting human feelings of fear and regret to overcome the one who opposed him.

Now the time had come as the dragon inhaled the air surrounding the area. The creature sucked the oxygen and life out of the sky like a giant vacuum. He used his breath to suck the very life out of the sky. The crowd of demons felt the air whipping at their backs and into the dragon's nostrils.

The dragon leaned back and shot an enormous stream of fire up in the air in a plume that mimicked the sight of a volcano erupting or nuclear bomb being dropped. The sky parted as the beasts on the ground began to chant and cheer at what appeared to be their great leader penetrating the defenses barriers of their opposition in the sky. The portal opened in the sky that engulfed the whole of the army...

minus one...

Agares lifted his head to notice that his former companion was no longer at his side. Vanished like some kind of magic trick into another dimension. Vassago knew exactly what he was doing. Agares had no choice but to move on and not dare mention the subject as he marched onward following the horde into battle.

What the demon lord didn't know, or care to consider during their stare down, was that when he passed on the human traits to one of his demonic slave creations he was doing them a favor.

The demon Vassago knew how to take advantage of the human characteristics by escaping his lords realm of existence.

Now, he was going to be able to float between the two worlds in a place known as...

The Void...

The light in the sky as the fires burned from the dragon's mouth illuminated the world like a bright star on the morning of the apocalypse.

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"And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light."

-- Corinthians 11:14

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