A series of clicks gave a tempo to the screams that rent the air. Clawed fingers drummed against the bone of what appeared to be an elaborately carved beast's skull at his side, Leviathan looking out over his domain from what so many mistook for a throne. Set in the murky waters of the Fifth Circle of Hell, it was understandable that one might mistake his hulking demonic form for nothing but the seat he had taken within the infernal realm. But it was indeed his own body, the beastly lower half of his pseudo-centaurian appearance far more massive thank most liked to believe.

Around him lay the circle of Wrath, his domain. A ring of murky, flame-lit waters and jagged craggy islands, the tortured souls of the damned warred against each other for their pinnacle sins that delivered them to this wretched place. The demon prince waded this hellish sea often, and filled with fury the denizens of Wrath might be, they stayed well clear of his lordship.

Walking the surface beside him was his succubus, Spite. A demon of duality nature, within the realm of Hell she had no need to disguise the cold bones of her dark half. She carried her scythe with her, the damned weapon's aura giving her as much space about her as her master's presence did, leaving her clear to walk the surface of the black waters unmolested.

A disturbing pair, Lord Leviathan and Spite. A very image of the horrors of Hell.

Entering into the very domain the usual white-haired girl had taken on her Lucifer form so the Princes would not realize, and as she planned to meet one of the more worrying ones, she had to be careful. Dressed in crimson dress with auburn almost ginger hair and appearing much more mature and older, she would speak, "Lord Leviathan ruler of Wrath and Prince of his domain, you wished to speak to Lucifer, I have heard you have concerns so I came." with that she bow slightly before nodding and continuing, "I have actually been wishing to speak to my Generals for a long time, and does not shock me in the least you choose to be the first to speak."

Standing again, she would admire the landscape a grand visage of suffering like no one could compare, no one could fathom. There on one cliff lay a crying Heracles forced to live up for his sin and rage, murdering and being murdered. Other dark screams would echo up into the eternity seeming to be music to these devils both.

"I do believe we should begin, do you have any wine or a place for me to sit" taking a small breath she would continue, "I do believe we have a lot to speak of, and some of it may greatly concern you. I would not be shocked if this was the case, as much of the news I bear is especially worrying."

Narrowing his gaze onto the feminine form of Lucifer, Leviathan gestured with a curl of one claw, drawing from the depths a craggy island, a simple throne etched from the rock itself. A small pillar thrust itself upward, a variety of wines and spirits as well as a goblet simply there on its polished, onyx surface. "Leave us Spite."

The demon prince's voice was unexpected, given his appearance. It was smooth, the speech a graceful and deep bass. Leviathan himself turned to face this summon island fully, settling back against the monstrous flesh of his body, two of the draconic heads moving to form arm-rests. Spite had stalked off across the rank sea, no doubt to deliver personal torment to some poor sufferer.

"That the others hold their tongues still shows their foolishness. Please, share this news, Lucifer. What do you know that I have not heard uttered from one mouth or another of the numerous damned who come to this place?" The Lord of Wrath's tone bordered on contempt, yet he carried on conversationally. "If it is necessary, refresh yourself first."

Sitting herself down, she was relived he was still showing respect since in a way this prince was a wild-card due to how he kept his cards very close to his chest. It was a little irritating but to be expected considering how secretive Angels were in general thus Fallen Angels were probably a little more secretive due to their nature, although it made things rather difficult at the best of times.

Having noticed Spite leaving she still felt a trace of resentment and fury in seeing how he had in her opinion made a mockery of her creation. But now was not the time to bring up the past, now was the time to try and prevent things growing worse. This was her goal and she intended to succeed in it.

Taking a glass she grabbed a strangely shaped Bottle and poured the contents in the crystalline beaker, before taking a while to admire the contents. She was no Wine Connoisseur, but in her experience Leviathan was thus she had to be diplomatic, finally taking a small sip she remarked, "A rather intriguing after-taste Lord Leviathan, so shall we begin?" Not waiting for an answer she said, "As you are probably aware if Mammon was to return to here things would change dramatically and in terrifying ways, I regret to this day giving him power over our banks, but this you already knew. What you may not hear from the surface is troubling apparently the Big Guy himself is barely keeping control and his first in command is a Seraphim they call Armagius, there are those who call 'The Mad'. I have met this individual and let me tell you from what I could gather if Yahweh ever gave him go ahead we are talking horrible things for us and everyone else." taking another thoughtful sip she would pause, "I also have reason to believe that Asmodeous is trying to break out his prison, but that you already knew of. My concern here is this I believe that whereas I try maintain a balance Armagius would rough-shod all over this not caring whom is hurt with his actions." As she had spoken you could clearly see Sirad was in distress and greatly wo

worried as evidenced by the lines appearing in her face, she did also seem very tired.

"I just don't know Lord Leviathan what to do, on one hand there is chance of civil war down here and now it seems Heaven where there is supposed to be some semblance of peace is no longer holding that beacon.

"And so you come here for what exactly? Looking to find me on your side, whatever else might happen?" Leviathan's expression was one of indifference to this news. He was of the old ways, not one to bow to the demands the new times tried to impose upon his methods. "The very nature of the Princes are to conflict with each other. Alliances will crumble, Lucifer, and Mammon returning here worries me little."

The demon prince took a moment gauge the reaction of his guest to his words. That he appeared to scarcely care was of little significance, for it was the news of strife in Heaven that actually gave him a sense of pleasure. There were few in existence with whom he despised, yet all of the holy denizens who lorded above were thus. "Why should strife in Heaven concern us? When have they dared to come below and enter our realms? Let this upstart try, Lucifer, and should the upper circles fall he will not pass the Fifth."

The gauntlet was thrown down, so to speak. Lucifer would have to provide something more if she wished to rile him.

Their was a pillar of Boiling Blood near the site of the two powerful demonic beings, a third had come to join the two but the figure remained silent as she could smell the rot and stink of tension: The power of worry...in a way, the woman was used to the smells. She would simply cross her arms and stand at another direction but move or so close to Lucifer, tail twitching in annoyance at the other Prince. She would be silent and would wait...for the proper time to use her words

Frowning rather annoyed she would gauge her mood carefully, "You would be wise to temper yourself better, I obviously concerned for a reason and like it or not we are meant to keep a balance we take the souls and get to inflict our misery on them." her temper was getting the best of her, but this had to be said, "We are in dangerous times and if you have mad seraphim running about trying to play God then this is cause for concern and you would be wise to realize this. I am not worried about our domain being destroyed in truth it will last always, for in man and woman there is inherent sin from Eve whom has just joined us to the first person who used a weapon, we have no issues there. My worry is this.." pausing she would acknowledge Eve and offer her a drink of the same wine, before speaking once more, "I think we both know if given enough power our playground of sin could be crushed and where would we then. There are alliances we are meant to keep and if Heaven play their cards here then it means so should we."

Standing up she would point at him, "As of now Leviathan Hell is going to War for to prevent greater evil overthrowing our area we should strike first and hard I commission you to find a Angel and damn them down here, for time for mere cock-fighting and civil wars has got to stop. If they wish to clash sabres I will show them just how hard we bite back."

Taking a deep breath she would say, "LEVIATHAN AS OF NOW ALLIANCES OF THE PAST ARE NO MORE, NOW, NOW MY CHILD YOU CAN LET LOOSE THE DOGS OF WAR. FOR I WILL NOT BE THE ONE TO REACT, I WILL INSTEAD BE THE ONE TO BEGIN THIS."

As the meeting surged within the demonic realm, the darkness that floated above the singed ground like a dense, unnatural fog began to take form. The dark mist grew, swirled, churned, and molded into a pillar of smoke that hovered about five feet from the gloomy terrain. Slowly the pillar solidified and sprouted six tendrils that slowly slithered through the air. Dark limbs and wings molded themselves from these tendrils. These limbs hung loosely yet sternly beside the body that now hovered above the ground. Enormous feathered wings, black as night, extended behind the living shadow. The being’s form and size was similar to that of a human, but it bore no discernible facial features besides two glowing purple orbs that marked its eyes. Its surface seemed to swirl with dark energies.

"My lady..." echoed a disembodied voice that echoed with a hundred thousands souls crying out in eternal agony from across the Void. "I apologize for my tardiness. My attention was required... elsewhere."

For a long moment, Leviathan regarded Lucifer with a languid stare, hooded eyes picking about her face as if trying to discern some unfathomable truth from it. This state of nonreaction lasted for almost a full minute before finally, very, very faintly...

A smile cracked his features. "And some whispered that you were spineless."

The demon began to rise from the waters, turgid streams rolling down his hide as he brought himself above the mire. His tail snaked from the depths like a foul serpent, its coiling sending ripples that became small waves across the sea. And as one...the screams stopped. Slowly, inexorably, every face of those who fought in the water came to face this prince as he cast his attentions about the Circle. The demons of his realm surfaced from the murk, looking to their master who had finally been wakened from his languid slumber. The draconic heads of his flesh opened their maws as one, and when he spoke next, his voice reverberated from their throats across the plane.

"So it begins then. My servants, my oppressed. Your punishment ends for a time, for you are WAKENED. A call of war is declared, and an army is demanded. You who are damned, you who are fallen. RISE! Prepare. And when you march on my heels..."

"Bring me blood." The denizens of the Fifth Circle surged to life with a new purpose, not to engage in further torment but in preparation. Leviathan himself drew his blade, the immense and wretched Mortal's Doom from below the waters. Once more, Spite was at his side, the half of her capable of expression anxious. Excited.

"You have your army Lucifer. Now give us a path."

Knowing that time for talk was over and having known the alliances would be nulled it had been necessary to act now, noting the reaction she hid her relief and smirked, "Well they spoke wrong and shall be flogged for it, but for now all I want is Heaven to realize this they can't bully us, nor can they bully humanity. If you see any winged beings of angelic blood, bring them down here and let them see what they would have wrought. I will not allow for these charlatans to play us for fools, if they wish to play, then it's time someone rolled the fucking die and this alliance is outdated, archaic and cruel to my princes. I have tried to play fair, I have tried to keep the balance, but Terra is a shit-hole and Heaven sanctimonious attitude is getting on my nerves."

Finishing the glass she would continue, "I want that Seraphim to fear us and worry about his own existence. I want him to wake up in cold-sweat trembling. I want the bastard to suffer and I want him to see what arrogance has caused."

Finally she acknowledge Erebuz and said, "I assume I shall speak to you after this, just would rather do this all separately." in truth it was to see where all princes allegiance lie. And having more than one there would make things harder to read.

"If they wish to wake the dragon, wake it fucking up and let legions stretch and start to target the beings who make Heaven their home. I will not stop any violence anymore. This is now a new dawn."

Grabbing the bottle she downed it completely, appearing much less haggard and tired, and utter revitalised.

"Very well..." the manifestation said. The featureless face was void of expression. "You know where to find me." He had spent countless eons locked in a block of enchanted ice. Erebuz was not going anywhere... soon.

Leviathan nodded to her words and regarded this newcomer. That he did not recognize him was a sign that he was not of hell, and though he was careful not to let it show he approved the gesture. Alliances of old were gone indeed.

"Heaven will learn anew, then. And this Seraphim..."

"He will be a fine trophy." Leviathan lifted that massive crimson blade in a salute before stalking off across the Circle, waves churned in the wake of his bulk. He was a demon prince of sheer, brutal power, and of all of the princes, he was pleased at being the choice to spearhead this attack. After all, there would be gates in Hell's path.

And who better to utterly destroy them?

Nodding she grabbed remaining bottles and downed them due to the sheer relief she felt. With that she burped and laughed spinning around, just thrilled and excited with these new prospects. It's time the world learned to fear them once more and with this she could indicate where she stood. War seemed inevitable she simply made so it would begin sooner, and with that things were going to change, but thanks to her giving of her soul to Eve, now she could lead and teach this Seraphim some humility.

Whatever the case things were changing now, and she was joyous she had been the one who had started this, rather than reacting, she even felt a little less stressed.