An angel speaks to me in a soft voice his wings are massive and white he says michael what do we with this matter the demons are planning to invade our kingdom, i says do not be alarmed my friend for we are the mighty warriors of heaven and even if they managed to come here we would annihalte every single one of them, another angel comes is an arch angel the same hierchy as mine is gabriel my brother i hear is diablo whos in this joke of a plan, we must strenghten our defense and thoughen our angelic warriors, i agree i says, we fly down to first layer of heaven where the first rank angels are and start their gruesome training, they should be able to fly 50 km in hour and the elite should be to do 200 km, their blade is rusty but what does it matter materials in this realm are made of will and divine energy,
Down in hell an tall demon speaks my lords we must attack heaven this forthnight the sooner the better, another demon speaks ay i agree we must destroy them, then the king of the demons gathered diablo speaks to night we attack, i am his right hand my name bilo and the most wise of them demons here and i proably have live the longest, but diablo is without a doubt the greastest warrior we have, one of the lords harren speaks my lord i should take command in the field not luken, diablo you are a foster nothing more be stil now or face my wrath, the lord attacks diablo and they fight and diablo kills him with ease thou not without getting some damage