The dinner table fell silent as Demon Lord Viraskas entered, his presence commanding attention. His serious expression deepened the lines on his face, and his piercing gaze swept across his sons.
"How is the training progressing?" he asked, his deep voice resonating through the grand dining hall.
Vol'zerak, 11, sat up straight, his eyes locked onto his father's. Vyralthus, 10, and Vaelthar, 7, exchanged excited glances.
"The war draws near," Viraskas continued, his tone grave. "Vaelthar, you're old enough to join the training. It's time to learn the ways of our kind."
Veliska set down her fork, concern etched on her face. "But, dear, isn't he too young? Seven is tender age for such brutality."
Viraskas's voice rose, his words laced with urgency. "War doesn't discriminate by age, my love. Our enemies won't spare our children. They must be prepared to defend themselves, to kill if necessary."
Vol'zerak's eyes burned with determination. "I won't disappoint you, Father! I'll train day and night to make you proud."
Viraskas's smile hinted at pride. "I expect nothing less from my eldest son."
Vyralthus's voice trembled with eagerness. "Father, I'll kill many humans. I feel it in my blood, a grudge I don't understand. A burning hatred for those who wronged us."
Viraskas's expression darkened. "Grudges, yes. Humans have kidnapped our young for twisted rituals, slaughtering them in the name of purity. They seek domination, ignoring balance. This war will teach them otherwise."
Vaelthar screamed in excitement, pumping his fist. "I want to kill humans too, Father! I want to fight alongside my brothers."
Veliska's smile was radiant. "From today, my little son, your devil army name will be Warcry. Vyralthus, you'll be Val, and Vol'zerak, Jasper. You'll forge a legacy of fear and respect."
The three brothers swelled with pride, their faces set with determination.
Viraskas's tone turned grave. "We have two months to prepare. Veliska, intensify their training. No mercy. Our sons must be battle-ready."
Veliska nodded. "Yes, dear. Very soon, they'll be unstoppable forces on the battlefield."
The dinner table transformed into a war council, strategies and battle plans unfolding. The brothers listened intently, absorbing every word.
As the night wore on, the brothers' excitement grew, fueled by their father's words.
"This war will be our rebirth," Viraskas declared. "Our dominance will be absolute. Humans will tremble before us."