As long as history remembered, there had been war below the underworld.
The war had always engulfed the realm called home by demons. A constant
battle between hordes of demons, each led by various and ever changing demon
lords. These positions were often challenged by underlings, rogue demons,
or other demon lords. The demon lord Zoxiosomal had led a large faction of
demons that embraced war of blade and strength, as opposed to magic or
illusion. Through her strength she had beaten down multiple demons that had
tried to usurp her position as Demon Lord. For some time this routine
continued, but it came to an abrupt end as she found herself staring down an
opposing faction that had come to oust her from command. Twenty thousand
strong, in number, against her. She had options, yes, but few of any value.
The one that guarunteed her survival was to retreat beyond reach. There was
one potion she had saved for this very circumstance, one that saved her.
One that damned her. As the horde came crashing down on her, she quaffed
the potion. A searing pain coursed through her blood, collapsed her lungs,
and she disappeared from the realm of demons.