In his office located in the blood fields of the Hellscape of the north pentagram, in the Eighth level of Hell itself, Hadrian worked as a radio player playing soft tunes. Behind his large desk was a large portrait of two figures, one dressed in a red suit and having a large sharp tooth grin and a monocle. Standing next to the Demon was a pale faced girl, with a youthful, innocent smile wearing a white dress. These were the last King and Queen of Hell in the Second Reclamation, Lord Alastor and Lady Charlie. Hadrian's distant ancestors through his mother's side, due to his ancestors's son falling in love with a human, as humanity always survived the Reclamations.

It was the Sixth Reclamation, the Age of Completion. Hadrian's senses then went off, making him look up. He stood up, making his way around his desk and looking over the balcony that overlooked his massive office. He leapt over the banister and landed on his feet, summoning his cane to his hand.

"Step out of the shadows, your hiding skills need to be worked on anyway." He said, casually using his powers to illuminate the dark areas in his office.

The light showed the forms of three females, all carrying swords of three different origins. The figures radiated hell power, the new energy that this age had, making them Demons. Not true Demons after all but close enough. The leader of the trio was wearing a tight uniform that reminded Hadrian of the Third Reich from Germany, in the white coloration. She had a sword made completely of living Ice of Cocytus in the shape of a rapier. Her outfit exposed a generous proportion of her cleavage that had a mark defining where she belonged.

"Ah," Hadrian bowed slightly to the female, "A Ice succubus from the Cocytus Clan, a rarity to see in this age."

She smirked as her companions were easier to discern.

"The smell of ozone and energy in the air makes you a member of the Lightning Clan of the East," He pointed at a Succubus dressed in punk style clothing, before turning his gaze to the last Succubus, "And you...yes, the follower of the speed Demon, Zerros. Interestingly, I have been found by the Assassin group that call themselves, "Charlie's Angels". What a delight it is to finally meet you all."

The Ice Succubus sneered before pointing her weapon at his chest, "We have been commissioned to end you, false Demon Lord. Prepare to be dethroned."

"Oh, it seems I may have ruffled a few feathers," His grin widened manically before he stretched out his hand, "Allow me to arm myself, my dears, it is only proper after all."

Red energy swirled in his hands, turning into a bone and flesh construction that had only been seen and told of in legends. A Demon Lord Crucible, a weapon that only a true Demon Lord could summon and shape to his will for combat. Hadrian then shaped it into a smooth curved hilt with a sharp tooth jutting out of the handle, forming a hilt. He then ignited the Crucible, the air crackling as the meter long blood red blade hissed into existence. Red lightning bolts coursed up and down the length of the blade as ancient Demonic writings swirled around the base.

"Come and kill me, my dears," Hadrian brought his weapon up, the blade illuminating his face before swinging it downwards, a salute, "I'm waiting."

As one, they struck, Hadrian grinned as they did so. The Ice Succubus's blade was aimed at his heart but was parried away before the Serpent Charmer used his staff to block the Gladius that the Lightning Succubus swung at his legs. Quickly dancing around the next attacks, Hadrian executed a swift thrust to the Speed Succubus's gut, only to spin it around and catch the ice blade, forcing it to block the gladius.

His blood rushed through is viens, his grin widened as they danced. Crimson meeting Ice, Lightning and Air. The Demon Lord toyed with them; blocking, parrying, thrusting, slashing. He knocked the legs out from the Speed Succubus, clearly she wasn't used to such a heavy blade in her hands before. He clashed against Lightning and Ice in a furious and dangerous dance, laughing and grinning the entire time. This was so exhilarating, yes, this was the distraction he needed for a while now! No power showing, no ego's or flaring of aura's, no, only the song and dance of the blade.

Hadrian twirled his blade, disarming the Lightning Succubus before hitting her across the skull with his cane. Focusing on the Ice Succubus, he pushed at her blade, making her give ground. She was skilled, focused, but not properly prepared or trained correctly. He slashed her balde away before cutting her hand off. She screamed in pain, as the crucible blade was meant to hurt anything organic it touched.

Hadrian stepped back, his blade at his side, facing away from him. She held her stump, using her ice magic to seal the stump. Impressive trick but she had lost, he lifted his blade so it hovered only millimeters from her neck. The smell of hair burning was potent as he studied her, a small grin fixed on his lips as he did so.

"You'll fit perfectly into my army," He said, making her glare up at him, "After some proper education, of course."

The doors of his office swung open, his secretary Ashley walked in, followed by his personally trained guards; The Sentinels. The armored warriors quickly grabbed and pulled the Succubi away, as his secretary looked over at him.

"We found her, she was sealed away in the fifth level of Hell, M'Lord." She said crisply.

Hadrian nodded before smiling, his Crucible dematerializing into the aether as he leaned causally on his cane, "Prepare for my arrival then, Ashley."

"Of course, shall we use the teleportation circle or slip-space portal?"

Hadrian grinned.


The excavation site that Hadrian stepped onto was in the middle of an ancient demon city ruins, one of the cities that had been created in the Fourth Reclamation before being obliterated in the final battle foretold in that Bible. The site was mostly a craterous build, as the prize that Hadrian had been searching for was in the center of the city. Sentinel Guards were armed with weapons that would cut any of the monsters that infested this layer of Hell, as it seemed whatever the prize held made anything nearby want to destroy it. Hadrian walked into the site and stepped onto a crane, as it lowered itself into the pit.

He watched the workers in specialized armor similar to the Sentinels carve their way into the walls surrounding the prize. Stepping off the materials that the crane was lowering into the pit, Hadrian strode over to the prize. A stone sarcophagus with the mark of the Beast carved into the top of it. A warning, but the warning wasn't a normal one. It was to those that opened this sarcophagus to be wary of the prisoner inside.

Pulling the Crucible out of air, Hadrian returned it to the original form before slamming it into the symbol. The energy surged over and through the sarcophagus before the sealed edges hissed. Melting away as the top shattered, revailing the sleeping form of one of Hell's most dangerous and most powerful deities.

"Well, well, well," Hadrian grinned, "Lilith, the Perfect Devil, Mother of all Hell."

With that said, he started laughing, a jovial, long, maniacal laugh.