The White City: 

Jack sat there and waited until he was called upon. Jack then walked up to the table. "If we are to turn the tide then we must find the holy relics that were left behind by the angels." Several people looked at him. "Do you know where they are?" Jack held no expression to his tone. "Only four. There are the blades of Masrith. An angel who was an assassin. These blades can cast small illusions and can burn a demon if touched. Then there is Mako's rifle. It used to be a gun that simple couldn't miss. Now it is only extremely accurate and that no outside force can slow the bullet. A greater demon could dodge the bullet if prepared but other than than, their head will come off. Then there is divine intervention. A glove that manifests a shield of holy light. It used to make its wielder almost regenerate instantly. Now it can just block demonic magic. It is still something we need. Then the last one I know of is Sif the holy Goliath. The relic itself is a construct. It transfers the mind of its wielder into the construct for a certain period of time. It is the most powerful construct to date and if you simply talked about finding you would make demons around here uncomfortable. The only problem is that someone has found the relic before us. They can't use it or move but I still don't dare to mention who guards it from us." The people at the table sat and thought until the leader spoke up. "Jack...I need you to head to Hell on Earth. We will be sending them what spare ammo we have. I want you to go ahead and help them until we get there. We will give you a gun although I doubt you will use it." Jack was given a heavy mg and a large back pack full of ammo. "That back pack is for the people at the outpost. Use ammo from it only if you need to. "Jack looked at them. "My sword doesn't need ammo." He then left on a horse. It was faster than running and made less noise then a vehicle. A man spoke up. "We will send a messenger to Absconditus to see if they can help in any way."

Hell on Earth: 

A man ran up to Jenkins and the people in the area. "West side of the fort is making progress but we have a problem. The greater demons are using their magic to make a combined shield above their people. That means our mortars are useless unless we can take them down. The greater demons have to have concentration to hold the shield. Just shoot the shot out of them and the mortar will do the rest."

Absconditus:

A demon looked at Micah. The White City isn't gonna like us. If you would like to go to them and see what they have planned and then make a treaty there then it's fine." The demon handed Micah a rag with a marking on it. "If you go then that will let them know your a rogue. It might let you talk before being shot."