Chapter 2 139445 BCE 500 YEARS BEFORE THE WAR Hello again. I haven’t wrote or talked in a couple decades because you know. Time is fluid for Demons. I am covered in human blood. Not fun. I went on a chase for a couple humans that somehow got down here nearly got slaughtered by the Forgotten at the Gates, but then they snuck past and somehow broke into the Museum Of Natural Hellish History. Stole some magma crystals, because you know, humans like shiny stuff, and made off with it killing a Senator in the process. They took control of a street cutter, which is a machine that when the streets are close to melting back down into lava, (even though they are made out of obsidian), it chews them up in the front and lays down stronger ones in the back. Rather fun to use if you think about it. But then a car with said Senator in it drove right into the mouth of the thing on accident. Tons of guts thrown all over the place. Then I climbed up the top of it and shot them to pieces with a gravatonic minigun. Except I splattered the operator, who they somehow thought would make a useful hostage, all over the place. His pelvis was shot into the windshield. Messy. I grabbed the crystals and gave them back to the Museum. Then took an hour long shower. Man I hate blood. So messy. I would use magic but it’s restricted to Council members and Satan himself. I heard rumors of a resistance down here. Led by something from up top. Oh no— You see Crowley get up from the desk and the camera tracks him blasting a Forgotten to wreckage while 5 more run in through the door... They grab him and walk out...