War had raged in the hell dimension called Limbo, for the better part of the day. In a village in the southern region of the land, the seal of Botis had appeared.
From it emerged a gigantic snake, sixty legions of demons spilling into that plane after. Before the morning was through, they had seized the town. Further south, Vassago was invading another.
Meanwhile, in a northern village, Gaap's seal had appeared before a portal. The prince and his sixty-six armies, all ten-thousand under the cover of the invisibility he had the power to bestow, overran the village without resistance.
In the west part of Limbo, Furfur had fought alone against the village, unleashing the fury of the storm. The twenty-nine legions surrounded the village, to keep them from escaping.
Far closer to the heart of the realm, the town around the royal palace had been besieged by her from the sky while almost two-hundred thousand fought its hordes on the ground. Inside, Mephisto and Belasco waged a sorcerer's duel, which a pair of surprise attacks - Flauros slashing Belasco's stomach open, Magma searing half his face off - sealed for them.
Belasco wheezed in agony, glaring at Mephisto. "Do you not realize what you are doing?" he breathed, momentarily pausing. "I am a Hell Lord, the master of a Splinter Realm, Mephistopheles. The others will destroy you for this!"
Mephisto smirked. "I realize that they will try, but it does not matter." With the combined resources of the four underworlds, none of the others could challenge them.
Wordlessly, she did away with the body, smiling as Belasco burned.
"I'll call for guards. Anything else I can do while you perform the ritual?" Magma asked, over the crackle of the flames.
"I can think of nothing," he answered succinctly.