The simulation blurred again. The passage of time was aggressive, skipping decades of conquest and consolidation.
When the world stabilized, I wasn't looking at a battlefield. I was standing in the Sanctum of Sins, the geometric center of the Demon Capital.
It was a throne room, but it looked more like the bridge of a galaxy-class starship combined with a cathedral. Massive pillars of dark alloy stretched up to a ceiling that was a holographic projection of the galaxy. The floor was polished obsidian, reflecting the faces of the six beings kneeling upon it.
They were the Demon Lords. The absolute rulers of their respective factions. Beings of Divine Rank who commanded star systems.
The Lord of Wrath, a new successor after Moloch's line failed.
The Lord of Gluttony, a massive, gelatinous entity housed in a containment suit.
The Lord of Greed.
The Lord of Sloth.
The Lord of Envy.
The Lord of Pride.
They were all battered. They were all bowing.
Only one remained standing.
