In the shadowy citadel that served as the central command for the demonic forces on the peaceful planet, Commander Zargoth stood overlooking the mesmerizing landscapes. The twisted spires of dark energy resonated with the malevolence that fueled the demons. His advisor, a cunning demon named Balthrox, approached, his wings flickering with an eerie glow.
"Commander," Balthrox began, "there's a disturbing rumor circulating among our ranks. Some say the humans have attacked one of our planets."
Zargoth, a towering figure with horns that curled like blackened thorns, turned to face his advisor. "Humans? Attacking us? Nonsense. We are the dominant force in the cosmos. No mortal should dare challenge us."
Balthrox hesitated, then continued, "I thought it was mere gossip too, but the whispers grow louder. There are reports of celestial fire, unimaginable power. Some demons claim they've witnessed a force that rivals our own."