The scent of brimstone hangs heavy in the air as I stand atop the precipice, gazing down upon the sprawling landscape below. A desolate wasteland stretches out as far as the eye can see, a testament to the devastation I have wrought upon this realm. I am Belial, the Demon God, and for centuries, I have hungered for freedom.
The world of mortals has become a prison, an insipid cage that restricts our malevolent essence. We demons yearn to roam the Earth once more, to sow chaos and despair amongst the unsuspecting humans. The time has come to unleash our dark legions upon this realm and reclaim what is rightfully ours.
The portal, a gateway to the mortal plane, lies dormant, concealed within the depths of the ancient ruins. Centuries of planning and sacrifice have led to this pivotal momen
