Chapter 45

                                    

                                          
The war was about to begin. Each of the Overlords was preparing to confront the heavens after centuries of oppression, even the Deadly Sins were there to lead various demons and sinners.
Charlie and Vaggie found themselves in the midst of chaos, preparing their friends and residents of the hotel for the imminent war. Charlie wore the same red dress that reached her knees, wielding her shield and a red trident with determination. Vaggie, on the other hand, had opted for a new silver outfit, a combination of her exorcist attire and a combat suit similar to Carmilla's. As they busied themselves with preparations, they shared a conversation about their feelings regarding the situation.
Vaggie: How do you feel about this, Charlie?
Charlie sighed, looking towards the horizon where the battlefield loomed.
Charlie: I feel nervous but also determined. We can't let Michael get away with this.
Vaggie nodded, understanding the weight of the responsibility on their shoulders.
Vaggie: I understand. I'm here to support you in whatever you need.
Charlie: It's one thing to declare war for my hotel and the changes in hell, but when he took my sister, he crossed a line I never thought existed.
Meanwhile, Emily was in another corner, dressed in an elegant dark suit adorned with feathers, a large red eye standing out on her chest, and another eye visible on her tiara, revealing her wavy horns. She was deep in thought, analyzing the situation and mentally preparing for what was to come. She knew she had to face her former home to save her sister, and she was willing to do so.
Emily: It's time.
Clara and Odette, on the other hand, were clad in their combat suits, adjusting their angelic material shoes and wielding their spears with determination. They looked around, absorbing the reality of being involved in a war they had never imagined.
Clara: How did we get here, Odette?
Odette sighed, tightening her grip around her spear.
Odette: I don't know, Clara. But we're in this together, as we've always been.
Meanwhile, Lucifer watched the battlefield, dressed in a full red suit with white details, similar to an army commander's uniform. He observed the Sovereigns and the Deadly Sins preparing their weapons and soldiers with a mix of determination and contained fury. Carmilla approached him, dressed in a silver leather suit and wielding two angelic spears.
Carmilla: Lucifer, calm down. I know you're filled with hatred for what has happened, I am too, but you need to stay calm if we want to come out of this battle victorious.
Lucifer clenched his fists, struggling to control his anger.
Lucifer: I know, dear. But I can't let him get away with it. Not after what he dared to do.
Carmilla: I understand, Lucifer. But we have to be strategic. We can't let our emotions cloud our judgment.
Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to find serenity amidst the chaos surrounding him. He knew he had to keep a cool head if they wanted any chance of success in this war.
Deep down, he also felt fear, unsure if he would make it out alive. Deaths were something he feared might happen to his family, to him, knowing the rule that was placed on him due to his exile.
Lucifer prepared to address his people, feeling the weight of responsibility and the fear that gripped him. Deep down, he understood that the war they were about to wage was not just about the selfish desire to save Rory, but also about the quest for their own freedom.