And so they trained, each and every day, until the day arrived that Lucifer spoke of. The day they had all been dreading. The day everyone looked to with both fear and a sense of courage. It was the day that the war would begin. None of the soldiers slept that night, as none of them knew when Lucifer was going to strike. When Nami suggested that it was unlikely for Lucifer to appear during the night, she was silenced quickly by the others saying it was just as likely.
Morning came, and no sign had been made of the Dark Prince's arrival. At midday, they began to grow worried and confused.
"Could he have been setting us up for nothing?" Falneas asked aloud.
"I doubt it," Lord Ceciko replied. "When Lucifer says he's going to do something, he does it."
"What if he's not strong enough?"
"He is. Either that, or he will be. Be patient."
"Eric, how are the cities faring?" Markus asked the Veteran.
"So far, I'm not seeing a lot of commotion. Then again, that also is saying that the Users are not awake yet...Wait a second. I see panic building up in Feebes. ...Gerash is starting to riot. Nova Quan, too..." Eric's face slowly began to drain. "The cities are starting to fall apart. Not the buildings; the people. They're all...They're all going crazy, running about in fear."
"This is his first tactic," Lord Ceciko warned. "Lucifer is drawing out the people's fear. He's gathering as much fuel as he can. Soldiers!" Turning to the rest of the army, he continued. "Do not think about fear. Do not think about anger. Do not think of anything, except for how Confident you are in yourselves, in this army, and in the soldier standing next to you. "Don't give him any more fuel that he needs."
"Already too late, my friend," came a voice that sent a shiver down everyone's spine. As if responding to this action, the voice said, "Ah. Thank you; that was greatly appreciated. Quite refreshing, too."
The army turned a complete 180 degrees, to face their opponent. Hovering before them, radiating a spectrum of warm colors, was Lucifer. His wings were black, though the tips and the first feathers protruding form his back were whiter than snow. His hair was a crimson red, as were his eyes. His skin tanned a light shade, the Dark Prince would be considered beautiful in any other light. It was the aura radiating around him and the black wings that gave away the being's true nature.
"Such a shame, Ceciko. I had really hoped you wouldn't be here to watch me kill them. Don't need you ruining my plans, now, do I?"
"Oh, and how do you expect me to do that?" was the former King of Hell's nonchalant response.
"Like I'd fall for that trick. You know full well what your powers are, and how you can stop me. I'd rather you didn't."
"There's a lot you'd rather, Lucifer. Sorry to disappoint you."
"You're not even in the remotest bit sorry. Then again, I'm not really that angered. Instead, I welcome the challenge...and the possibility of finishing you off once and for all."
"Mate, ya rally need to realize wun thing," Jeremy said, as he broke formation. "First of all, ya gonna be fightin' a few immortals, so good luck gettin' rid of us."
"Jeremy!" Markus called out. "What are you doing? Get back in formation!"
"Come on, mate," Jeremy replied, looking back to Markus with a smile. "I know what I'm doin'." He turned back to Lucifer, and continued, never having broken stride. "Secondly, mate, and this here's the really important one, you're dealin' with soldiers who do best with motivation."
"Motivation, huh? You really think a boring speech is going to gear this pathetic lot into taking on me, the Prince of Darkness?" Lucifer stared, not so much in disbelief, but more in disappointment.
"Nah. That ain't the motivation I was talkin' about. Markus!" Jeremy did not turn, but continued to stare down Lucifer. "You lead those kids well, and keep them in the game as long as possible. Remember the rules."
Markus was already beginning to understand what Jeremy was getting at, but this confirmed his fears. "Jeremy! Get back here!"
Jeremy smiled, and yelled out, "Take care, mate!", before racing the last few feet and leaping to take on his foe. Lucifer sighed, throwing up a hand and stopping Jeremy with little effort.
"Are you serious? We haven't even started yet, and already you're sacrificing your life? Pathetic. However, if you want to die that badly, I guess I have no choice but to oblige." Lucifer held Jeremy in the air, still appearing to use the slightest of effort.
And in a matter of five seconds, Jeremy Sands was no more. He uttered the words, "Fallen Kings", but before the Charras had a chance to rise and come to his aid, Lucifer spread his fingers as far apart as he could. In doing so, Jeremy's body split into individual grains of sand, each separated from the rest by a matter of millimeters. The Charras continued to rise from the Terris below, feeling a sense of urgency as Jeremy had never been in such a dangerous situation as this.
Unfortunately, they were too late. They were but two feet from Lucifer, when he compiled all of the grains of sand into one fairly-sized ball of sand. Fire then poured from his hands, engulfing the ball of sand, until it became glass completely inside and out. The final result was what looked like a large crystal ball. Lucifer then ended the General's life by thrusting the ball to the Terris below. As it shattered, the army watched the Dragon Commander drop to his knees, clutching his heart in agonizing pain.
"Such a pathetic waste. I was looking forward to seeing him in combat. Oh, well. Anyone else wanna die so willingly? I'd be happy to oblige." Lucifer smiled with a smile that sent more shivers down the army's spines. It was a smile that even villains and Drakarigans would shudder from. It was the smile of malicious intent. And everyone knew what his intentions were.