SCALES-47

"You've arrived, your highness."

I looked over to see Charon, dressed in light armor with his head bare, his white hair shining like silver in the moonlight.

"Shouldn't you be ferrying souls?" I asked, with only a hint of spite in my voice.

"Heaven has agreed to accommodate any souls that are sent to hell for the duration of this conflict. All of our energies will be concentrated upon defeating the enemy."

That was a pleasant surprise.

"Tell limbo I'll see them at first light." Lucifer said dismissively, walking off and disappearing into a black tent.

As soon as he left I turned to Charon, my eyes narrowed.

"Don't think I've forgotten you throwing me into the Styx."

He smirked.

"I was merely acting as an instrument to the Fates."

"I need soldiers, not instruments." I shot back, "Can I depend on your loyalty?"

"Of course, Commander." he replied, in a tone somewhere between sincerity and mockery.

I watched him walk off, sighing to myself. I'd keep an eye on him.

I was led to my own tent, where I mulled on my thoughts like a stale wine. This was it. 

This was war.

The End

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