It was midday, the sky a clear blue, but as the mass demon horde marched on, a hint of red swallowed the sky, dark clouds hovered above the demons, as if a storm was making it's way toward Cloryn's Keep, and in some ways, it was. 

From the very depths of the thousand feet wall of fog a Raven with jet black feathers and piercing red eyes flew above the demons ablaze, and launched itself into the clear blue and red sky. The flames that engulfed The Raven began to dwindle as it flew over Cloryn's Keep. Below, the military scrambled to get into position, creating somewhat of a perimeter to defend the cathedrals filled with citizens. The Raven landed atop a balcony adjacent to the cathedral, it's head snapping left and right as it observed the situation at hand. Nearby, a group of soldiers were frantically in the process of setting up a barrier defending one of the cathedrals flanks. Around the corner, reinforcements make their way to the flank, ready to assist them in building the barrier and provide backup. The Raven launched itself from the balcony and flew forward, then began to circle the barrier from above, an amulet, worn around The Raven's neck, began to glow. As the reinforcements turned the corner, they stopped, in shock, as a group of demons surrounded by fire await them. At the same time the group of soldiers building the barrier immediately reach for their swords and shields as a group of demons turn the corner and face them. 

The Raven circling above lets out a demonic cry as both groups of soldiers sprint towards each other and begin to tear one another apart, their swords plunging into one another. As each falls to the floor dead, an orb of white light rises from their chest, and makes it's way toward The Raven, entering it's amulet, it's soul banished to the realm of Quagmire. The soldiers slay each other one by one as their souls rise into the sky, until eventually, only one remains. He kneels on one knee, covered in blood among the bodies, but among them are no demons, and he realizes the blood covering his body is that of his brethren. He looks around frantically, and begins to panic before letting out a shriek of disgust and terror. The Raven slowly lands on the head of a dead soldier as the only survivor lifts a sword from the ground. "Forgive me, my holy guardians." He utters, as he plunges the sword into his abdomen. The Raven lets out another demonic cry as he falls to the side, his soul rising from his body and into the amulet. 

Fire begins to engulf The Raven, spinning furiously, changing it's form into that of a tall, slim figure, with long jet black hair and piercing red eyes, wearing demonic robes and wielding a sharp, steel sword crafted from the depths of hell itself. The figure was Castiel, A High Demon Lord and embodiment of Mischief, Temptation, Illusion, and Sin. He stood tall with prowess, practically radiating evil, and began to observe the surrounding group of bodies nonchalantly, as if to pity them. He then slowly raised his arms, his amulet glowing once more as orbs of red light made their way from the amulet and into the deceased soldiers. As the orbs entered their bodies they were engulfed in flames, their skin turning bright red, their hands and feet transforming into claws and their bodies growing in various sizes and strength. They stood up, first observing each other, and then Castiel, obediently awaiting their orders. 

Castiel began walking, and the demons followed. He was heading for the gates of Cloryn's Keep, where the massive horde of demons will be waiting.