The Lineage of Despair

In the ''Eighth Hells'' of Netherworlds, it was a bleak and stormy night. The wind howled and the lightning streaked across the sky. It seemed as if the night sky was opening up to welcome the entrance of a grand and powerful guest.

Suddenly, the ground shook and a loud sound echoed across the land. Through the darkness, in the centre of the land, a great door appeared. From the heavy door, beings in strange costumes stepped out. They wore white robes with immense hats that shimmered in the light. The creatures, which had appeared to be monks at first, suddenly grew tall and omnipresent, lighting up the sky.

They formed a circle around an ox-drawn carriage, in which a figure, robed in black, rode majestically. Behind him, a deep voice thundered:

"The King of Hell is here! All of you shall bow to him!"

The ghosts and evil beings around stopped in their tracks in awe, seeing the entourage of the King of Hell. They had never seen a sight more majestic. Everyone bowed lower than they ever had before as the King of Hell descended from his ox-drawn carriage. With a snap of his fingers, a beam of fire leapt from his fingertip and lit up the land. All around, the land was filled with colour and beauty it had never seen before.

The King of Hell spoke: "I am here to take you on a journey to a place beyond imagination!" The evil creatures around stood in awe, mesmerized by the power and majesty of the King of Hell. All around them, they began to whisper, telling stories of the might and wisdom of the King of Hell.

In the fourth layer of hell, the sun was setting over the horizon, and a faint purple hue spread across the sky. The night sky was clear and not a single cloud was left in sight. Suddenly, a loud, piercing noise filled the air and a fire burst forth from the depths of the earth, engulfing the area in its light. It was as if a portal was left open, a passage to a different realm.

The prince of hell Xiong Long Yan himself emerged from beneath a large boulder, slowly and deliberately making his way forward. His costume was a combination of red, teal and black, and it seemed as if a dragon was emblazoned onto his breastplate.

His identity was apparent - whether by the colour of his garb or the ferocity of his gaze, the message was clear. Behind him came the souls of the dead, eager to follow their new overlord, and the shades of the damned, prepared to do Satan's will.

The noise was deafening, and the darkness began to spread like a plague in all directions. The Prince of hell had arrived before the king of hell.

From his throne, the king of hell Qin Shi Huang surveyed the scene before him and his gaze left a chill in the air. He sat in his court, surrounded by his courtiers and his minions, as he proclaimed himself ruler of those who committed the seven deadly sins.

His voice reverberated throughout the valley and the echo seemed to extend forever. He had come to claim his subjects in an unspeakable display of power, a force unseen before and unmatched since. The king of hell had come, and he had brought with him an aura of doom and despair that would linger for years to come.

Upon the arrival of the King and the prince a lady entered the great hall. With the rise of each of her delicate steps, the ground trembled under her ethereal figure. She walked with the grace of a swan, and her gentle curves were like the peaks of the grandest mountains.

Every eye in the hall that saw her highness could feel their soul freeze. Her beauty was such that the otherworldly seemed too small for it to be contained, and the planets themselves seemed to pause in their revolutions just to admire her.

Her pale skin seemed to reflect the stars, her eyes the colour of the purest sapphire. Her lips shone with ruby and coral as if Fate gave her the best of its colours. Her dress was a blanket of gold and silver, fashioned from the finest of cloths and adorned with jewels of unparalleled brilliance.

She wore a crown upon her head, set with sapphires and diamonds and pearls, and she held a sceptre of the purest diamond.

The air stilled around her as everyone looked on in reverence. Her beauty was too great for any to comprehend, and those who looked upon her worshipped her in a kind of awe. The princess of hell Yu Feng Ning Zhi had arrived.

The king of hell declared, "The time has come for us to go to the northern Wei dynasty. We have been planning for this day for a long time for tonight, Jiang Xicheng has arrived back on earth. This is our sign, it means that the dark prophecy can be fulfilled and we can finally make our move."

The evil plans of the trio seemed to escalate with every passing minute. The plans went from small but malicious torment of the kingdom to a full-scale conquering of civilisations. All seemed to be set in motion, the trio were almost as powerful as the gods or demigods themselves.

The entire assembly could feel a sinister chill in their souls, an uneasy feeling that the night might bring about horrors that no one had seen before. It was now or never, the final step in the sinister plan was to be carried out.

The King and the Prince of hell had arrived, and the Princess of Hell was ready with her plans to conquer the Northern Wei dynasty.

The nine hells of Netherworlds had opened to welcome the dark overlord who could bring about absolute destruction and darkness, a darkness that everyone will remember for eternity.