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endgamerp2015-11-01 07:21 pm
therulerofhell) wrote in endgamerp2015-11-01 07:21 pm
Camp Hell [Open]
And so it was written that at the end of the world, the wicked shall rise and walk amongst the remains of man.
The lines were already drawn, they were drawn once the first eruption started. There had been many battlefields, but none as important as this one. The land surrounding the war camp was vast, barren, and destroyed, though parts of the buildings seemed to have remained standing throughout the destruction of the world as humanity knew it.
Lucifer liked to keep his residences nice and clean.
As he had pondered on often while coaxing his home base into prior glory and perfection, a large amount of humanity had remained on earth. Many of those who had expected to be taken in the Rapture still roamed the streets, screaming about their "deserved" reward. He found it funny.
But now his new home stood, and he strode around the empty halls, stepping over cats and admiring his own taste in art and decor. However, he knew the time was coming. Michael was coming in whatever form of monkey he desired this time around.
As much as he would have liked to just summon souls from Hell (and he had quite a few good generals sitting around), he knew that there wasn't time or strength for that.
Lucifer needed an army.
The lines were already drawn, they were drawn once the first eruption started. There had been many battlefields, but none as important as this one. The land surrounding the war camp was vast, barren, and destroyed, though parts of the buildings seemed to have remained standing throughout the destruction of the world as humanity knew it.
Lucifer liked to keep his residences nice and clean.
As he had pondered on often while coaxing his home base into prior glory and perfection, a large amount of humanity had remained on earth. Many of those who had expected to be taken in the Rapture still roamed the streets, screaming about their "deserved" reward. He found it funny.
But now his new home stood, and he strode around the empty halls, stepping over cats and admiring his own taste in art and decor. However, he knew the time was coming. Michael was coming in whatever form of monkey he desired this time around.
As much as he would have liked to just summon souls from Hell (and he had quite a few good generals sitting around), he knew that there wasn't time or strength for that.
Lucifer needed an army.