Hell was many things, but a predictable place was not one of them. Demons had learnt to expect the unexpected for many reasons. Yet nothing could quite prepare them to what they would witness in this era of constant violence.

In a region of Hell none would ever really desire to visit for it held no sights to feast the eyes upon nor anything of importance truthfully, a statue starts to crack at dawn and a child is born from clay.

A demon of a new kind was born, one that knew wrath like no other ever did, and Hell would never quite recover from what was coming.