The Kiamat
"The day has come, huh…"
An eerie stillness hung heavy in the air of the Abyss, broken only by the rasp of wind whipping through the desolate landscape. Hila, the Demon King, stood cloaked in darkness on the balcony of his obsidian fortress. Below, a sea of demonic faces, distorted in anticipation, awaited his command.
The shadows of his hood obscured a chilling smile that played on his lips.
"The day of our victory has arrived," he declared, his voice amplified by demonic magic, echoing through the vast chamber.
The assembled demons erupted in a thunderous roar, their guttural cheers shaking the very foundations of the fortress.
"Yeahhhh!" they bellowed, a cacophony of raspy voices hungry for conquest.
Hila raised a hand, silencing the clamour. "For too long, I have been confined to this desolate realm. But no more! Today, we break free! Today, we claim our rightful place in the surface world!"