A Fitting Stage : Meeting

The day had arrived in the blink of an eye.

Over two billion men and women had been preparing meticulously and without rest for nine whole days, determined to make the most out of their new bodies and powers.

Right now, all two billion soldiers were clad in armor made from the body of the god that they so fervently worshipped. 

The man in question was standing at the head of his army, overlooking them silently and with a fond eye. 

For the past five minutes, Asmodeus and Erica had been giving a rather rousing speech to the men, and the reactions from the crowd were extremely positive and energetic. 

Abaddon would have given a speech himself, but today these men would be fighting for these two of them instead of him, so it was better that they were the ones to do this. 

'This whole not allowed to participate thing may not have been as bad as I thought. It has at the very least absolved me from making speeches.' he thought happily.