But all good things have to end someday. At least for me, I know there cannot be a happy ending. Today—so many years after our wedding—we have gathered once more, this time to march against the angels and their allies. Perhaps I am rushing fate, perhaps not, but one truth is certain: if I do not kill the Creator, he will one day find a way to destroy the life I have built. And if that day comes… everything will be lost.
From the high ground I look down at the sea of my kin, one hundred billion demons assembled after millions of years of slow, patient growth. The sight stretches beyond horizons, a living tide of black flames and scarlet eyes, their roars rising together like thunder that shakes the marrow of the world itself.
