"Damn it."
As the apocalyptic thunder of Divine Punishment fell and wiped out everything in its path, flames flared in Dismason's crimson eyes.
Instead of fighting the Elder Evils or wiping out the forces of the Bottomless Abyss, they attack the Nine Hells first? Do those Good Gods look down on us Devils so much that they think we're easy targets?
If Asmodeus were still here, the Devils of the Nine Hells would never be bullied like this... Dis Malson could not help missing him.
When Asmodeus ruled the Nine Hells, everyone had to obey his will. But when disaster struck, Asmodeus stood between them and it. Neither the Bottomless Abyss nor Sevenfold Heavenly Mountain had dared underestimate the Nine Hells while he was there.
"But fortunately, I foresaw all of this."
As Dismason sent the agreed-upon signal, he raised his right hand and hacked it down on his left arm. The hideous limb, bristling with spikes, fell to the ground and gave off a black glow.
This was the preparation they had made for the foretold destruction of the overlapping Space-Time region by the Good Gods.
The other Devils received the signal and, as one, cut off parts of their own bodies.
Some severed arms, others heads, and still others legs.
Then they began their sacrifices, offering those body parts to the Nine Hells itself.
As high-ranking Devils of the Nine Hells, they enjoyed its favor. With the Devil Lords gone, high-ranking Devils could exercise a measure of a Devil Lord's authority.
In an instant, a crazed, ancient, cruel, bloodthirsty, terrifying consciousness seemed to be startled awake. An invisible Psychic Storm swept across the entire Nine Hells.
The shape of the Nine Hells began to change.
Before, anyone looking down from the distant Void would have seen nine distinct