3 in Hell and Out, With Love

Under the supervision of the 7 princess of Hell, he would train. He would fall, but he would stand up and overcome the trials he had faced during his time under them due to the overwhelming rage within him which had been converted into raw strength and power for he could no longer feel or express anything. After a hundred years of training under them, which is just a single year in Human time, he would eventually don the cape of a prince of hell, abandoning his human name and assuming and combining the two well-known demon names, "Sonneillon" and "Azus." As he assumed the aforementioned names, he would also assume the roles they're supposed to be fulfilling, causing Sonneillon to have two epithets, "The Darkness Bearer" and "The Fourth Prince of Thrones."

Now that he's fully prepared, he would wage war against humanity and force them to kneel before his kind, then destroy God and his subordinates for turning their back on his belief when he was still a puny human, who could do nothing but watch as people around him die of false accusations. Changing into his battle outfit complete with an armor forged in hellish ores, and a greatsword which he had the ragged cloth of his mother tied onto its hilt, he would cast a dark magic upon himself, standing infront of a million lower classification of armed and ready demons. Pulling the sword from his back and impaling it into the obsidian floor, he would twist it, a purple and black portal appearing behind him. Turning to face the portal, Sonneillon would remember all those shitty memories from before, still feeling nothing but emptiness. An image of a large castle would form, the generals of hell standing by Sonneillon's side as the 7 princes of hell watched.

"Terminate all those who try to oppose the darkness, send them hell and do not allow them to escape. If they surrender, slice their ankles so they could not run from you as you turn your back on them. Capture the royalties and make them a prime example of what's to come next after our first step."

Pulling the greatsword out of the obsidian, he would place it on his back, shouting with emptiness.

"Go forth, send them hell! Tear their limbs and dance upon their corpses! Show them no mercy!"

The gathering of demons would signify the end of the world, causing God to blow the fifth and sixth trumpets of revelation, causing panic among mankind. The demons would charge towards the portal, spreading their wings and entering the human realm to bring forth annihilation. The Generals would then follow as they walked into the portal, Sonneillon sighing as he did so as well. Needless to say, it was a bloodfest. Human bodies fell from the balcony into the ground, spreading their guts and internal organs all over the dirt. Their blood painted the grey walls of the castle red, and their organs decorated the pathway, with brain matters splattered across the wall. Some had surrendered, but just as Sonneillon said, they had their ankles cut to prevent them from running. One of the middle-class demon would bring him the king of the kingdom, breaking his knees and making him grovel before Sonneillon. The king would recognize him, frightened yet angry for no reason. He would rant about how their lord isn't even a full-fledged demon, but he would have his tongue pulled out by him. Sonneillon merely stared down at him in disgust, drawing his greatsword and placing the blade against the king's neck. Mumbling in fear, he would start to choke in his own blood, which made Sonneillon put his sword back to where it originally belonged. The king would manage to stain Sonneillon's iron, black shoes with his blood, which made Sonneillon squish the king's head with his shoe, brain splattered across the ground with his eyeballs slightly damaged. The fractured fragments of his skull would be poking out of the skin, it was quite a gory scene for the humans who were held captive to witness, immediately fully surrendering theirselves to Sonneillon. Those who did not would have their heads burst with incredible pain, forcing them into submission, but for some, it was worse, those who plotted on assassinating him had their eyes burst out into pieces as they were kept alive, allowing them to feel the pain, repeatedly they suffered the same pain over and over again as they regenerated with the help of demon blood, damning them into an eternal torment. But, as a reward for those who would be an obedient slave for the Demonic Army, would regenerate the wounds infilicted upon their ankles, allowing them to serve Sonneillon and his men with the best of their efforts.

"Paint this castle in black." Sonneillon would mutter to a high-ranking demon officer. "I want it done by tonight. Also, send letters to the surrounding kingdom with the demonic crows. Have it say that I, Prince Sonneillon Azus, demands immediate obedience, or otherwise, suffer the same fate as the kingdom on the far left."