The remaining seven Principalities exchanged a glance.
A silent understanding passed between them.
They had underestimated him.
Lucifer had once been their master's master, a creature of divine rebellion, the first of his kind to fall yet never truly submit.
If they fought alone, they would die alone.
If Lucifer reclaimed the Primary Plane of Sloth, he would have access to the Abyssal Wellspring that blessed them with eternal stagnation—the very thing that made them so powerful. But not just that, he would acquire the blessing of a primary plane.
And worse…
Their master, Belphegor, the Slumbering Tyrant, was beyond time, sleeping in the Void.
If they failed, even he would be in danger.
There was no choice.
They had to end him.
Together.
In a synchronized surge, the Principalities rushed forward.
And for the first time—
The battlefield descended into pure chaos.
Not even the lesser to greater demons dared to approach.
