[center][h1][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4480200][i]Downtown[/i][/url], [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4474016]Capitol City[/url][/h1][/center]

"[i]Perfect[/i]", Balthazar mused to himself while watching the world below crumble. The sight was a dream come true, the way street after street went up in a blaze, the way body parts littered the sidewalks. Yes, his army was doing just fine, at least, for the most part. 

Over in the direction of the slums, Balthazar noticed a most peculiar sight, little eggs somehow causing one of his platoons quite a bit of damage. It was quite humorous to be honest. He actually began silently rooting for the little buggers. If he had a face to speak of at the time, surely it would have had the largest of grins. That is, until an old hag of a witch showed up...

Sure, to the naked eye, she hid well behind the magical guise of youth, but the smell of her soul gave her away. It's putrid stench spoke of many hundreds of years, at the least. "[i]Keeping a soul contained within a mortal body for that long cannot be good.[/i]" Balthazar joked to himself, "[i]It would be much more useful in my collection.[/i]"

His thoughts were interrupted as he began to take notice of the massive influx of angels beginning to come down and all around. To make matters more interesting, he could feel the distinct aura of a very powerful divine angel in the distance, lurking on the edge of the city. 

"[i]The true battle is about to begin.[/i]" A fresh wave of excitement began to consume Balthazar. This was nothing like the "show" he had been putting on for his demon army earlier. No, this was genuine. As he reveled in this emotion, an interesting side effect started to emerge. A strange fog began to descend from the massive cloud that served as his body. This fog was a deep gray, comparable to the worst city smog imaginable. The air was becoming increasingly treacherous to inhale for those without demon blood, burning at the lungs. 

But for the demon army, this fog had quite the opposite effect. Their blood lust seemed to be rising along with their strength and durability. Demons thought to be dead began to crawl out from beneath massive piles of rubble, their limbs snapping into place, their cuts disappearing at an alarming rate. 

Phase two of Balthazar's plans were already underway...