The Throne Room, City of Gods.
"So... the Demon Lord Belial is coming," Sunny murmured, his voice echoing in the silent vastness of the hall.
He leaned back on the Throne, staring at the notification provided by Thea.
The intelligence was precise, gathered from the leaked whispers of the demon gods he had allowed to live, as their body contained Thea's particles.
[Master, the demons are going to attack us in around 4 Godly days. Their commander is Demon Lord Belial himself. And they have 2500+ demon gods as a army, currently the demon gods are still being called back, that's why they are not attacking right now.]
Sunny chuckled, though there was no humor in his eyes. "Two thousand Gods. And a Lord. They are sending an extinction event."
He tapped his finger against the armrest. The time for preparation was over. The time for strategy had begun.
And for strategy, he needed the counsel of the only being who had fought a Demon Lord and survived.
