"Father, what am I to do?" the young boy asked, kneeling down in front of the large obsidian thrown in front of him. The shadowy figure in front of him seemed to smile, and nodded at one of the smaller shadows beside him. It immediately rushed off, the boy unsure of where it might be going. "Am I to do everything, even entertainment, for you my son? You are the eldest of my off spring, Kalona, and should be nearing the time at which you can do things on your own. Such as leading my main column on the final seige against those blasted angels." Kalona's eyes widened, showing his excitement, but he kept quiet. "Yes, I do believe that shall work." And with that, the shadows figure got up, and headed in the direction of the servant that had left quite a while ago. And just as he reached the door, the same servant came back into the throne room, and, after bowing to the figure, headed to Kalona. "Thank you fath- I mean my Lord for such an honor. I shall report tonight." Turning to the servant, he said, "I assume you've come to take me to the armory for a fitting of armor, and a sword?" The shadow nodded, and started off, and he followed.
After what seemed like hours, Kalona emerged from a slightly smaller room, an odd, disturbing fire burning in his eyes. A traditional war garb was put under, and to the armorers surprise, he chose a lotus suit to wear into the battle. On the shoulder was the King's royal insignia: a winged being with the king's own sword through it. Looking at himself, Kalona chuckled, a small, cruel smile appearing behind his armored face. Once the servant had helped him into the final pieces, he picked up an obsidian sword, and, lifting it without any struggle, marched off to the main courtyard, ready to do what he was asked to.
The screams of tortured souls greeted him as he walked out into the open air, a burning, rotten smell accompanying them. "Ah, the sights and smells of hell..." he muttered through his helmet grating. A few yards away were the three columns of troops that were set to lay the final siege upon heaven, and one was to be commanded by he himself. He couldn't help but be a bit proud that after his loyal years of service to his father, he was finally being recognized. Going up to them, he surveyed the lot he had been thrown. The men were all extremely filled out, but not to the point that it would restrict movements, or make for a slower soldier, but enough to give them a fearsome look. The all wore straight faces, talking only when addressed by the commander. A well trained, well disciplined column was what he had received, and he was going to make use of it.
Soon after he had finished with his own inspections, a bell sounded throughout the castle, and suddenly they were off. Through the gates and out of the palace, they began the march upward. It took many hours, but it was at the darkest of the night when the main part reached the golden gates. There were small lanterns hanging in the air, melodic voices coming from what seemed to be a grand chapel of some kind. One could hear the organ playing with the singers, a piano as well. Kalona's face turned to a sneer, his disgust made obvious, and mimicked on the other soldiers faces. But they were in control. They were most powerful at night, and the angels at their weakest. There was nothing they could do to stop them this time. Four other sieges had all been sucessful, and this was simply to finish off the last of the survivors. Their orders were just as simple:
Kill any males, as well as any extremely resistent females. Any others such as children and females that go without trouble may be taken as prisoners, and their houses are yours to do with as you please. A fourth of what you find must go to the King, and one woman must as well, excluding the commanders.
Kalona turned to his column, as did the other two commanders. With a nod, the row of archers dipped the arrows of poison into a flaming jar, and began. Almost immediately, a church bell began to ring, and with that, Kalona flicked his wrist out toward the gates, and the soldiers charged.