Lucifer looked out over all of The Nine Hells, smiling cruelly at the rows and rows of zombie soldiers ambling forward in cold, undead legions. This was it, The Heavens were going to pay for taking her away from him. He felt anger bubbling up inside him as he thought about it. He heard footsteps on the cool black obsidian floor behind him and turned around, composing himself as he looked down at the weedy demon in front of him. "Madved, what is it?" Lucifer twisted his voice strangely, forcing it to a low gravely tone. "My Lord... The armies are ready." Madved squeaked, bowing deeply, "Shall we attack, My Lord?" Lucifer glanced back at the armies one more time and smiled again. "Yes, send our armies to war, send them to war against The Heavens."