On this embattled plane, where the skies now brimmed with the presence of fallen angels intent on conquest, a far different power struggle was brewing deep within its core. At the heart of this world, where ancient energies pulsed in defiance of both heaven and hell, stood Athena—the Phoenix Regent of hell. And the guardian of hell. She had not left her infernal domain in about a hundred years, but now she stood here, facing a betrayal as old as ambition itself.
Surrounding her were the Devils, her own elite guards, known as the Cupbearers of Hell.
They had been her most trusted, her most loyal, and the stewards of hell's might-- at least for almost a hundred years now.
But now, their weapons were drawn and pointed at her. Blades shimmered with dark flames, and the air crackled with the tension of gathered magic. The Devils were poised to strike, their faces lit with a twisted sense of triumph.
