''DEMONS! DEMONS AT THE GATES!'' Shouting could be heard throughout the most frontal barracks and walls just before Babel's Pass, the demonic legions had finally made their way all the way to the heart of angelic worship. The several thousand meter tall fog wall stood as terrifying in the distance as anyone could possibly imagine that it would do. Kasus' hold on the land had already begun, his terrifying pressence could be felt throughout Cloryn's Keep, even on the very tops of the Imperial Cathedral. ''May they come, bare flight and protect us from darkness.'' Spoke out a man of majestic appearence atop of the imperial cathedral spiring into the skies. ''Our faith in them shall grant them strenght and their initiall faith in us will fuel our faith in them...'' He continued, speaking out of a very old book, it's name was the 'Iron Biblicon' it looked ancient, incredibly ancient and it was seemingly out of pure iron, carving words and paragraphs into it.
The military activity was larger then ever and soldiers were running the streets with equipment and supplies filling their hands, however no citizen could be seen for miles, they had all been rallied into the imperial cathedrals strong walls and protective barriers, The greatest of the Imperial Crusaders protecting them to their fullest of capabilities. Priests tending to them and trying to calm people down, it was a sort of organized chaos, no civilian was without worry, but no priest was without faith in the angels. Ultimately, however: Cloryn's Keep's survival depended on if the angels would arrive or not, the only thing man could do is buy time untill that happens.
The demons, however marched slowly, it was still quite the distance away, but fear was clear, demons holding onto fires or even on fire themselves brightend the unending hordes and made them visible as simply more stepped out of the confines of the green fog. Demons of many sizes existed in this horde and some of the demons simply displayed fear into every single soldier which caught a glimps of their true gigantic nature. The frontal gates were reinforced to it's best abilities, trying to pull forwards the many catapults and the occational cannon of modern engineering. Chatter filled the entire city and most shops or inns were closed, the only thing which would be open are the refuges and the military docks and any military building, they'd be more active then ever, some would even let out prisoners to fight under the banner of mankind, they'd need anyone they could get, and luckily there were hundreds of transports inbound from neighboring cities and distant empires alike, however the time untill their arrival would be a terrifying one.
All the way into the skies, however, in the very tallest peaks of heaven were the Angelic High Council, all the Archangels were gathered by one of the Archangels anonymously and they would discuss the demonic horde and if they should deal with it or not, mankind would still survive, however they'd loose a great faith generating structure of the Imperial Cathedral, it's a curious discussion and it would surely undergo for quite the time, the structure of the Council itself is surrounded by military fortresses of the angelic's greatest capabilities, each fortress held the armies of one Archangel, Alzeius fortress, however was the Heavens itself, he is the one expanding heaven and creating the structures within it, he is therefor quite the architect, therefor buildings in heaven have a sort of living essence, they don't appear biological but the structure has a spirit of it's own, you could say.
Alzeius sat down in his golden throne representing the eagle of heaven, a guardian spirit which circulates the heavens, beside him sits Braxxus, a legendary beast whom serves only Alzeius for he is his creator. Before him were the 11 pedestals of the other archangels, the Council itself was located high above the tallest of clouds in heaven, reaching into oblivion which is where they originated from, there were many tall spires and towers of heaven, however the council was the tallest of them all, and it was forced to be, simply because of it's symbolic nature.
''Let the debate begin, brothers and sisters. Mankinds future rests on our decition...'' Spoke Alzeius, his voice was placeless, it originated from everywhere since he had no mouth to speak from. His three pairs of wings spreading far above the council's roofless ceiling and into oblivion itself. The Golden Eagle throne illuminated like the sun, light spreading and holding the essence of life within itself. However deep below, in the very center of evil lies hell and it's eternal pits of torment.
Kasus and his High Demon Lords discussed in a typical demonic manner, with violence and strenght as the main method, however their goal was clear, the utter destruction of Cloryn's Keep and anyone living within it, Kasus had sent out some of his greatest High Demon Lords and other Demon Lords to assist them in the conquest of this great location.
The future will be decided in the immediet future, what it will decide, however is up to fate.