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Lucifer gave a small smile at Touya's observation. "Yes, just as it is with life...time erodes away the languages beat down by the strong, just as time wears away the ink in that book. To be forgotten forever." His smile became slightly grim, he muttering to himself, "Unlike vengance."

Looking out for a moment, he saw as the High Demons approached the building, his heralds doing their job well. "Excellent." He turned to Touya, asking, "Touya, do you mind grabbing that book for me?" He pointed to a thick, leatherbound book, whose title was worn from time, pages worn from use. It sat upon its own stand, as if someone intended on referring to it often. He instructed his flaming minions to fetch other books for him as he himself set up a table for the Council of the Damned. He gave a nod as the first two of the three others entered.

"Aya. Keito." He motioned them to the table. "Come and sit; we have much to discuss."

Lucifer waited for the final Demon to arrived before he bagan. Once the Demon Palimira arrived, Lucifer took the book that Touya had retrieved for him, thanking the spirit-born Demon, then began his speech.

"As you are all aware, the time for the Final Battle is drawing near. We are feeling the pressures of our Enemy like never before, their plans including our eradication." Lucifer paused for effect, as well as thought. "This is more than just a battle between Heaven and Hell. This is a battle for survival. For our lives. For everything we have built, everything we have become. What we have made of the fire and brimstone our Enemy cast us in." Lucifer gave a smile. "And it is for this reason I hold no doubt of our victory. Take a look: did the Angels have to work for their homes, refurbishing a forgotten void into a place to call so? Of course not. Were the Angels forced to learn to protect themselves, their homes, their families? Not until they almost destroyed ours." Lucifer gave a small frown in remembrance of the Battle of Blood. Many of the original Demons died in that battle; many Brothers of Lucifer, the Fallen fell by the blade. "Were the Angels forced to be strong, to clutch onto their blades?"

Lucifer extended a hand, the האדס של להב growing from the ground like a tree, its black wood the color of the Void, the blade extending in a black leaf of doom. Lucifer clutched the blade like an unholy Shepard's crook. "No."

"After millennium of guerrilla warfare, we are going direct. Our mission is to curroupt the Church through its 'great and holy' Pope."

With a smile of deviousness, he opened the weathered book in his hands, the title stating The Holy Bible. "And here is our greatest weapon."