Scene One: The Throne of Darkness
Lucifer sat upon his throne.
His eyes glowed like two coals watching from afar, his long fingers tapped slowly on the armrest, as if each tap awakened a new curse.
His voice came out cold, like a blade dipped in blood:
Lucifer:
"It is time to open the fourth gate… let those who deserve to have their names written in Hell's blood enter."
He raised his finger and pointed at the massive door carved with burning sigils. The door trembled, then opened with a squeal like the scream of thousands of burning souls.
Scene Two: The Twins' Arrival
From the gloom two twin demons emerged, but their difference was striking:
The first, Erathos, advanced with confident strides; his armor was covered in cracked black shards that bled fire, and his left horn gleamed like a sword-edge. His eyes were coals that knew no fear, and his voice at entry was a roar that summoned ruin.
The second, Morfis, moved slowly as if shadows dragged him along. His horn on the right side was short but split like an unhealed wound. His eyes were abysses filled with nightmares; his steps were hesitant, as if fear dwelled within him… yet this fear was not weakness but an overwhelming force that invaded those around him.
A murmur of whispers spread among the generals gathered in the hall.
Ashura (smirking with sarcasm):
"Look… one enters like a king who knows no bounds, the other like a trembling child. Are these your new cards, Lucifer?"
Lilith (leaning forward, eyes glowing with lust and guile):
"Fragility is sometimes more lethal than blades… do you not feel the chill this second twin brought with him?"
Baphomet (laughing with a deep, rumbling sound):
"Hahaha! I fear the hall will collapse before they prove themselves. But can they stand on a battlefield?"
Scene Three: Confrontation Before the Throne
The twins stood before Lucifer's throne.
Erathos bowed slightly, but his bow felt like a challenge, as if saying: "Bow my body… not my spirit."
Morfis merely lowered his head; his shadow stretched across the floor as if trying to swallow the entire hall.
Lucifer (in a calm voice that carries unspeakable dread):
"Erathos… Morfis… your blood is not like other blood. You are two faces of the same coin: ruin and dread. Tell me… what do you come to offer?"
Erathos (in a thundering voice):
"I am your sword, my lord — the unstoppable storm of devastation. I build thrones from wreckage and burn everyone who stands against your will. Wherever I set my foot… cities crumble and trumpets fall silent."
Morfis (in a chilling whisper, a voice as if from another world):
"And I am the shadow that precedes their death. I am the nightmare that invades their sleep; I plant doubt in their hearts so they collapse before your armies arrive. My fear is my power — my fear is their end."
The hall went still for a moment. Even the veteran generals felt an invisible shudder in their souls when Morfis spoke.
Scene Four: The Generals' Objections
Astaroth (holding his black book, speaking in a cold voice):
"Fine words, but we do not need poets!"
Sitri (with an evil smile):
"Don't be hasty, Astaroth… destruction alone is blind without fear, and fear alone is sterile without ruin. It seems Lucifer seeks not only warriors but a new balance."
Oceloth (angrily):
"Hey Lucifer, enough with the games! You've already brought too many children in."
Morfis (raising his head slowly, his eye locking on Oceloth like a wolf spotting prey):
"Do you think we are mere children? Come closer… and I'll show you how fear devours your heart before you move."
Suddenly Oceloth felt a crushing pressure on his chest, as if his old nightmares were exploding before his eyes. He staggered back involuntarily, his body sweating cold.
Lilith (laughing wickedly):
"Aha… the show begins. Do you see? Even silence from this creature is a weapon."
Scene Five: Lucifer's Decision
Lucifer rose from his throne; his vast wings spread across the hall and covered the lights. Every breath ceased.
Lucifer (in a decisive voice):
"Enough."
He then looked at the twins, a dark smile forming on his lips.
Lucifer:
"Erathos… you will be my sword, the general who spreads ruin and leads the great battles.
Morfis… you will be the shadow, the general who walks before the armies, sowing terror in cities before iron touches them."
Then he turned toward the rest of the generals:
"With these two, balance will be complete: destruction and fear… the hammer and the shadow. Whoever objects… try standing against me."
Silence reigned; none dared reply. Only Ashura, known for his sharp tongue, offered a single line while laughing.
Ashura:
"Hahaha — this will be entertaining."
Scene Six: The Oath of Allegiance
Erathos and Morfis stepped forward together and knelt before Lucifer.
Erathos placed his huge sword on the ground, while Morfis extended his shadow-covered hand.
Erathos:
"With our blood, we will break the world for you."
Morfis:
"And with our shadows, we will strangle every soul that defies your command."
Lucifer (placing his hands upon their heads):
"From this day… you are generals of my Hell — your blood is my blood, and your strength part of my will."
Scene Seven: The Echo of the Decree
When the twins rose, their voices rang together as if speaking as one entity:
Erathos and Morfis (in unison):
"Hell has birthed its twins!"
The hall trembled as if about to collapse, and its walls vibrated with a demonic pulse never before heard.
Lucifer (shouting):
"The other generals will be late, so let us enjoy ourselves before they arrive. I will hold contests to determine ranks among the generals — one-on-one fights. Blood will be the judge."
A brief silence followed, then voices rose:
Ashura (laughing savagely):
"Hahaha! Finally… I thought I'd die of boredom!"
Lilith (wiping her lips with a sly smile):
"Blood… oh, how I've missed its taste."
Baphomet (smiling lecherously):
"Fights between beasts? Ha… this is better than any feast."
Astaroth (adjusting his spectacles while opening his black book):
"As long as these duels are not a foolish display… I agree."
Sitri (licking his lips):
"Oh, how I love bloodstained theater. I will sit and enjoy… until my turn comes."
Oceloth (grimly):
"This is nonsense… but if this is your command, Lucifer, I will fight until they regret facing me."
Lucifer smiled coldly, then raised his hand as if pronouncing fate:
Lucifer:
"Let the spectacle begin… let Hell's arena burn with your blood."
The earth trembled, and a vast gate behind the throne opened, revealing a dark arena ringed by pillars of ember and flame. Each general felt his blood boil… the game had begun.