Demon IsleOne year after Scarlet entered her coma

Satan steps through the throne room of the castle located in the old capital of the human nation of Japan, now known as Demon Isle. And as he walks, plumes of black flame shoot up from the ground, torching it slightly in the process and making the various Nobles around him tense up out of fear.

He ignores them though, scowling all the way to the throne where he kneels down in front of it for a few seconds before turning around, having honored the Royal Family. Then he raises a hand and shoots a ball of black flames straight at the center of the room, making it explode with a loud crackle that makes the Nobles in the room flinch.

Amongst the types of magics, the types that can damage the soul directly are always the most feared. And even of those magics, hellfire is feared by all as the only directly offensive magic that targets the soul with every attack.

Even death magic can only branch into the soul, or reality, of a target as a part of it.

Hellfire can directly burn the reality of an individual, causing near-irreversible damage lest the injured have a life magic user on hand.

And Satan knows this as he uses hellfire to directly terrify the Nobles in the hall to attention.

“The war has been progressing smoothly for the past year and we have made great progress,” Satan begins, standing straight at the end of the hall in front of the throne with his arms crossed. “But now we have a chance. A chance to break through the frontlines.”

His eyes narrow and a grin stretches across his face while his gaze looks out the window at the blood moon shining outside, glowing with a bright crimson light with small sparks of flames flaring off of it.

“The Demon Moon is approaching,” he says, feeling excitement at that knowledge. And the demons in the room all grow slightly restless with anticipation of it as well, even with their fear of Satan filling them. Satan returns his gaze back to them and finishes, “And with the help of the Demon Moon, I will directly join the battlefield myself and break past their frontlines while you all attack every other fortress they have, spreading your numbers out.”

Satan’s grin grows even wider as he feels the thrill of the approaching battle spreading through him. The thrill of the Demon Moon’s light shining down, empowering the demons under it.

A ritual skill cast by the Demon King himself centuries ago that magically alters the moon so that once a century, the Demon Moon’s light shall shine, granting the demons a boost of over fifty levels in power while under its light.

He may not be able to find any way to pass through the Gates himself, but His Majesty will always find a way to assist us.

Satan feels proud to be the demon in charge of the war front from Earth’s end, and without hesitation, he raises his fist, coating it in hellfire as he shouts, “We shall win this war within the week!!! We shall return Her Highness to her true home permanently, allowing her to wake up to a peaceful time without war between the races! And we shall prove His Majesty right in choosing us to fight!!!!!”

All of the demons in the throne room along with all of the demons spread across Demon Isle who managed to hear him begin roaring out in excitement, filling the entire island with demon calls, roars, cheers, and all other sorts of noises that terrify any human anywhere near the island. Meanwhile it immediately has Purple opening her eyes within her tower.

But Satan doesn’t care, knowing the Purple Knight would likely predict their actions.

Because there isn’t anything the humans can do to stop them, short of somehow stopping the Demon Moon from rising.

Satan grins, now filled with pride as he thinks about how he might be able to bring the war to an end before The Reaper makes it to Earth. Along with the honor an achievement like that might bring him.

But mostly he just wants to fight with the Knights of Humanity, not having been able to take the three combat Knights and the assassin Knight on simultaneously before without the battle turning to their favor.

Now it’s different. Now I will have His Majesty’s Light on my side.

At the same time, Satan turns to look at the Gate located not far from the castle as his mind turns to the comatose Princess.

Princess Scarlet, I will make sure not to kill the White Knight or the Blue Knight, but the Red Knight will be brought to heel before I burn his soul to a crisp for daring to suggest you marry a human of all things. And the Black Knight deserves death by fire for his assassination tricks, the pest being a nuisance that I need to get rid of quickly before he festers.

Satan clenches his fist slightly, his grin fading to a scowl as the cheers and roars of the demons still echoing throughout the island, their enthusiasm not dying down in the slightest.

One other reason Satan wishes to deal with the war as quickly as possible, finishing it before the Princess wakes up, is to make sure that she doesn’t return to the war where she may get hurt either emotionally or physically. Where she might lose a loved one or kill someone she may regret.

War isn’t for the faint of heart, even for a demon. And I’m sure His Majesty doesn’t want her fighting against her own people.

Satan’s grin returns with a sadistic gleam to it, the man’s thoughts returning to tearing the Red Knight of Humanity’s reality apart piece by pathetic piece.

Because the man is not worthy of his hellfire magic.

“Spread the news amongst the army!” Satan declares, his voice echoing out far away from the castle. “The war will truly begin in earnest tomorrow!!!”

The roars of the demons climb again in volume, but Satan just narrows his scowl in the direction of the humans.

Where the Red Knight is located.

The Main Headquarters of the humans.