The day of reckoning arrived, and Veliska's voice echoed through the demonic ranks. "Jasper, Val, Warcry! From this moment on, use your army names only. Don your armor, and join the fray."
Vol'zerak, now Jasper, Vyralthus, now Val, and Vaelthar, now Warcry, clad themselves in black steel armor, adorned with crimson accents. Their eyes blazed with anticipation.
The demonic army assembled before Viraskas, who stood atop a raised platform, surveying his forces.
"The time for conquest has come," Viraskas declared, his voice thundering across the landscape. "Let humanity tremble before us!"
As the war commenced, the humans unleashed a barrage of arrows and catapults, cutting down demons by the hundreds. Their strategy caught the demons off guard.
"Flanking maneuvers!" Viraskas bellowed, his face twisted in rage. "Counter their formations!"
Jasper led the charge, his armor dented but unbroken. Val and Warcry followed, their claws and magic scything through human ranks.
The battle raged on, each side trading atrocities.
A human child, no more than ten, was trampled beneath Warcry's hooves. His screams were silenced as the demon's claws ripped through his chest.
Val decapitated a human woman, her head spinning through the air as her body crumpled.
Jasper impaled a human soldier on his sword, the man's eyes wide with terror as he died.
Humanity's resistance was fierce, but the demons' numbers seemed endless.
A human commander, Marcus, rallied his troops. "For our children! For our future!"
His soldiers launched a desperate counterattack, cutting down demons by the score.
Viraskas's face darkened. "How dare they resist?"
Warcry unleashed a torrent of dark magic, incinerating a human battalion.
Val slaughtered an entire human family, their screams echoing through the chaos.
Jasper beheaded a human child, no more than five, the tiny body crumpling to the ground.
The war raged on, brutality mounting on both sides.
Humanity's tactics grew more desperate. They employed poison-tipped arrows, killing demons by the hundreds.
The demons retaliated with unholy rituals, summoning forth eldritch horrors to devour human troops.
As night fell, the battlefield lay strewn with corpses, human and demon alike.
Viraskas surveyed the carnage, his expression grim.
"We have lost many," he growled. "But we will not yield."
Jasper, Val, and Warcry stood before him, their armor battered but unbroken.
"We will turn the tide," Jasper vowed.
Val nodded. "We will crush their spirits."
Warcry's eyes blazed. "We will bathe in their blood."
The war would continue, fueled by hatred, brutality, and an unquenchable thirst for victory.