Ch.40 The Arcoins go to War (Part 2)

Nine long days passed in Haddum, as at the end, Rathlore layed in his own bed while his two women layed on either side of him, on both of his arms, exhausted from their activities. Already, he knew his own children and grandfather had all surpassed their cultivations, and waited patiently for his wives to wake up.

He was eager to take all of hell for himself, but of course, he did not rush things for if he did, all of hell would be an uproar; Although he still had suspicions of his own grandfather was up to something, he let go as he could take care of it later.

He also knew from the past that Aikaris, a great demon under the third king of hell had tried to do this and failed miserably as the third king and the others destroyed him and his own followers, thus ending the Rebellion of Aikaris.

Meeting with his own grandfather once again in a different room, he smiled as he sat down.

" I see you have been busy building an army grandfather." Rathlore said as he closed his eyes.

" I have,... but you utterly suprised me when Amagon appeared before me, dragged by his own lover I assume, announcing your name! And no cultivation was found either!" Draycus said as he paced around the room. " Also, the third realm of hell is five times as large as Dyleasise, my own kingdom; but with Haddum under our control, we might be able to take it..." He continued.

" And what about the third realm of hell, grandfather? Tell me more...of it." Rathlore asked as he looked at his own grandfather who was frantically walking in a circle, in his own thoughts.

Stopping, Draycus frowned as he then layed his hands on the table. " The third realm; Belzabus, the Capital of their realm, no one knows much of! And although I know more about the fourth realm called Satinnus, it's power is known to all far greater than the third realm. As my realm is known for it's great demon essence, Haddum for their spell- casting abilities, none truly know the true powers of the other two realms. So shall we marry one of our own to them and then take the realm?" He asked as he looked at Rathlore.

" Marry into? Although it could work, what honor would that be? Even a mouse would know something bigger is at stake than a mere marriage! Not to forget but if we did that, we would be lowering our own heads!" Rathlore exclaimed as he then got up from his own seat.

" So I propose I take half of your troops to war against them, and become a mere prisoner to them, successfully taking them over from the inside." Rathlore continued as he then looked out upon the red land. " Because everyone, god or mortal, love a hair raising success story. And in this case, why not?"

And so they prepared for battle against Belzabus, the third realm of hell.