(On my phone I apologize in advance for errors)
Strife kicked over a stone gargoyal and stood in its place kneeling on its pedestal. He called to his brother down below. "I am here brother." Then he listened quietly. The city was beginning to look like it once had in a previous generation. Now there were marks left by the war but people had begun to grow in numbers once more. A plan was already starting to take root in his mind. He was never one to follow orders and man kind was a bit rebelious its self in nature. They may be inferior in strength compared to the forces of heaven and hell but their numbers spread like a plague and with proper guidance they could grow to be a force to be reckoned with.
But Strife remained silent and kept his thoughts to himself. He watched and listened as the others arrived.