DAY 90Saturday, December 21, 2013 Sundown What started as days slowly drifted to hours; from hours to minutes, and now a matter of seconds. Time seemed to stand still as the sun went down below the horizon. Everything was frozen in an endless suspense of time. No one dared to move or breathe. Hearts raced and the anticipation was sickening. The demons had gradually disappeared as the hour drew nigh. Fatigue set in and everyone had come to find themselves tired in one way or another. The temperature seemed to drop drastically, even with the sun barely out of the sky. It was chilling to the bone and too cold for the desert at this time of day. Whatever happened next would make or break everything. Who would die? Who would live? Will the world have a favorable outcome, or will some barely live to tell the story of what their world once was? The sky blackened and the ground began to shake. Screams could be heard in the distance as people from the village were unprepared for the sudden earthquake. The ground seemed to tear itself apart as a massive fault line split the desert in two. Monstrous hands clawed their way out as demon after demon climbed up to the surface. What had been roaming free so far was nothing compared to the true army of Hell. How many former allies were now aligned with the forces of Darkness and about to fight for the Morning Star's sake? The Fallen were drastically outnumbered and had been worn down with every new wave of demons that came out of the woodwork in the days prior. Could any of them stand a chance in this war? Lightning cracked in the sky, followed by the booming sound of thunder and a skeletal looking chariot was carried out of the ground, pulled by hellhounds. Two passengers were standing in the car -- the Prince of Hell and his brother, the Kraken. The hellhounds came to a stop not far from the fault line and hundreds of demons gathered around them. In the mix of it all were various fallen Dark Angels that had been by the Morning Star's side throughout it all and two particular angels the group of Fallen had come in contact with throughout their adventures. Brothers and Sisters, the Morning Star's voice rang through their heads, I do not wish to fight my brethren. We must stand together and take back what is rightfully ours. We are one and should stay as one, however, if you resist joining us, then you are a threat and will be exterminated in the process of reclaiming Paradise. This is your last chance. There was a long eerie silence that swept over the land. No one moved. No one made a noise. It was just as agonizingly long as the wait for the Prince to rise. After a few moments of no one moving, it was clear what decisions were made. Lucifer raised one hand up high into the air. He flicked his wrist and pointed straight ahead at the Gates. With that single motion, time seemed to suddenly move in fast forward. Demons and angels charged. The silence was broken. The war was beginning.