Michael’s Sinister Plan

As more and more demons piled onto the Dark Lord, their roars filled the air, each of them thrusting their spears, swords, and axes down into the mass. From above, Elder Tarsus could only see the writhing mound of demonic bodies and the flashes of their weapons striking down. The scene was obscured, leaving him and his forces unsure of what exactly was happening beneath the pile of demons.

The Skyhall angels, watching from a safer distance, reacted with a mix of emotions. Some were shocked, their faces etched with disbelief at the sight of so many demons overwhelming a single opponent. Others shouted in excitement and relief, believing that this might be the end of the formidable Dark Lord.

"Finally, they got him!" one angel yelled as his voice crackled with the thrill of the moment.

"Stick him good, tear him apart!" another screamed, bloodlust clear in his tone.