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@ThisThingisReallyBroken
"Aww, look at you!"
Deimos crouches down to her level and pats her, taking the bullet for himself and carving a name into it. That name is a secret, known only to the two conscious people in that room, and he gingerly hands it back to her, smiling. "Good girl you are. Don't tell anyone what I wrote on this,alright? I'm saving it for that special someone."
He stands, letting out a long sigh. Yes... it's about time now. Aster will be returning soon. It's only a matter of time until this war goes down... And stepping out of the bubble for a moment confirms that Zlata has summoned her titans. She'll be making her move without so much as a declaration. Well, this won't do at all.
THe second Deimos steps back in, he broadcasts a message to the entire group. They've been in ehre for weeks preparing, so it's time to put that preparation to the test.
"Alright, everyone, Zlata's making her move. Now or never!"
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The demon king sits in his office, Malphas at his side and Astaroth manning the camera that stands in front of Deimos. The recording begins, for a video broadcast across the entire planet. And, particularly, directly to a certain warlord.
@Backbackback
"Evening, Zlata. You've been busy, eh? Popping down titans everywhere, turning half the planet into your own personal playground. Lot of power in a little idol, dont'cha think?"
Deimos paces. He walks to the side of his desk, dragging a hand across the mahogany. "Well, I certainly think so. And I'm not the only one. You've made a lot of enemies, little girl."
The video cuts to the silhouettes of eight figures around Deimos himself. Eight warlords who have joined his cause. Half of the world turned against Zlata.
"Lovely, isn't it? We don't really have a name, 'Anti-Zlata coalition' doesn't have much of a ring to it, and I don't think they'd appreciate 'The Demon King's Army'. But fancy names are just for show anyway, and I've always really preferred getting shit done. Normally, I'm the type to leave thngs to my underlings, but I get the feeling this time around that that's not gonna really slide. You're dangerous, girlie. You're like a walking nuke, with a temper to boot from what I hear! Guess all that talk about peace and love on planet earth was all a facade, huh?"
Laughing, he grips the desk so hard he gouges a hole in it, splintering the wooden surface. He scowls.
"Ugh... that was imported. Malphas, order a new one, would you?"
"Of course, sir."
"Attaboy. Anyway, Zlata! Consider this a formal declaration of war. We're gonna **** you up, **** your armies up, **** your territories up, and it's gonna be awesome. Can't wait to face you on the battlefield and settle this once and for all. And on your home turf, too! It's gonna be fun. So count your days, woman..."
Deimos grabs the camera and pulls it to him, until only his face can be seen.
"Because I'm gonna show you what got me sent to hell in the first place."
"Aww, look at you!"
Deimos crouches down to her level and pats her, taking the bullet for himself and carving a name into it. That name is a secret, known only to the two conscious people in that room, and he gingerly hands it back to her, smiling. "Good girl you are. Don't tell anyone what I wrote on this,alright? I'm saving it for that special someone."
He stands, letting out a long sigh. Yes... it's about time now. Aster will be returning soon. It's only a matter of time until this war goes down... And stepping out of the bubble for a moment confirms that Zlata has summoned her titans. She'll be making her move without so much as a declaration. Well, this won't do at all.
THe second Deimos steps back in, he broadcasts a message to the entire group. They've been in ehre for weeks preparing, so it's time to put that preparation to the test.
"Alright, everyone, Zlata's making her move. Now or never!"
__
The demon king sits in his office, Malphas at his side and Astaroth manning the camera that stands in front of Deimos. The recording begins, for a video broadcast across the entire planet. And, particularly, directly to a certain warlord.
@Backbackback
"Evening, Zlata. You've been busy, eh? Popping down titans everywhere, turning half the planet into your own personal playground. Lot of power in a little idol, dont'cha think?"
Deimos paces. He walks to the side of his desk, dragging a hand across the mahogany. "Well, I certainly think so. And I'm not the only one. You've made a lot of enemies, little girl."
The video cuts to the silhouettes of eight figures around Deimos himself. Eight warlords who have joined his cause. Half of the world turned against Zlata.
"Lovely, isn't it? We don't really have a name, 'Anti-Zlata coalition' doesn't have much of a ring to it, and I don't think they'd appreciate 'The Demon King's Army'. But fancy names are just for show anyway, and I've always really preferred getting shit done. Normally, I'm the type to leave thngs to my underlings, but I get the feeling this time around that that's not gonna really slide. You're dangerous, girlie. You're like a walking nuke, with a temper to boot from what I hear! Guess all that talk about peace and love on planet earth was all a facade, huh?"
Laughing, he grips the desk so hard he gouges a hole in it, splintering the wooden surface. He scowls.
"Ugh... that was imported. Malphas, order a new one, would you?"
"Of course, sir."
"Attaboy. Anyway, Zlata! Consider this a formal declaration of war. We're gonna **** you up, **** your armies up, **** your territories up, and it's gonna be awesome. Can't wait to face you on the battlefield and settle this once and for all. And on your home turf, too! It's gonna be fun. So count your days, woman..."
Deimos grabs the camera and pulls it to him, until only his face can be seen.
"Because I'm gonna show you what got me sent to hell in the first place."