The Calling of Wrath: A Medieval LitRPG Apocalypse

The Main Headquarters of the Rebellion

Year 820 | Month 5 | Day 15

Silence fills the round table chamber as the seven generals of the rebellion gather around the massive table located at the center of the chamber. With each of them showing different reactions to the news that the warrior demon currently leaving the chamber passed them.

News of an archdemon being spotted within the Borderlands.

A Tier 4 archdemon at that.

Each of the seven generals are sitting or standing at their chairs, with their chairs being made out of crimson stone. The same stone that the walls and floor of the chamber are made out of with the only difference being that their chairs are glowing and have obsidian mixed in.

But none of the generals are pleased in the slightest by the news.

“If we weren’t getting multiple reports of this from different places across the Borderlands, I would’ve just called it a mistake,” General Vladimir Xinxiou states as the gray-skinned high demon crosses his arms while seated on his chair. “But with this many reports it’s unmistakably true.” He raises his head from the table to look at the others. “Ideas on how it’s possible?”

“A visitor from another plane,” General Roxanne de Viene suggests from her place seated on her own chair with the warrior demon’s bare, crimson legs crossed.

“Possible,” General Fralvariunte says in a voice like grating stone as the large golem-like warrior demon stands still in front of his seat. A seat that is far too small for him to sit on. “Or. New. Archdemons. Born.”

“The reports I’ve received imply the archdemon doesn’t act as other archdemons,” General Flien Valentine states while coated in shadows from head to toe as always, never showing any of her appearance to others. “She has none of the archdemons’ arrogance.”

“I don’t fucking care what she’s like or what she is,” General Blaze of the Fire Wraith’s Clan exclaims, the flames making up his body growing more intense as he speaks, melting some of the stone seat he is sitting on. “The damned Demon King is letting her run free through the world. That means she has some sort of agreement with him, spoken or unspoken. And that means she’s our enemy.”

“Blaze, what have I said about jumping to conclusions?” General Gladena Aurorus asks while tapping her clawed fingers against the armrest of her own seat, leaving bits of frost covering the armrest with each tap. She then turns her gaze to the last general as the Ice Wraith says, “What say you, Arsen?”

All of the generals turn to look at the highest Tier general of the lot. The Tier 7 general and only high demon in Hell capable of fighting toe to toe with an archdemon.

The man has skin so white he looks sickly despite being perfectly healthy as he stares at the table between the group with his chin resting on the palm of one of his hands, and his elbow resting on his armrest. But his glowing crimson eyes don’t move from the table even when he answers, “The fourth Tier of the Borderlands is General Fralvariunte’s territory. The golem can decide how to deal with her after further study of the new archdemon.”

A brief silence fills the chamber before the generals all murmur their own agreements with their strongest’s opinion.

None of them have any specific structure set up for their hierarchy, with them all deciding based on a majority vote, but each one of them greatly respects General Arsen. And with the territory indeed belonging to Fralvariunte, even General Blaze lets the matter go.

“The next topic of the meeting,” General Flien states, moving the discussion on without any preamble. “How will we commence the attack on the Demon King’s Castle? And how will we capture the Demon Prince?”

Cassandra

Year 820 | Month 5 | Day 18

Okay then. For some reason I’m getting the feeling that these rebel demons are hunting me down without actually hunting me down. It’s like they’re testing me or something.

Which is getting annoying.

They keep chasing after me only to send attacks my way without pushing too far. Like they don’t want to do too much harm to me but still want to attack me.

And each attack is actually getting lighter. With fewer attacks each, and fewer demons each time.

I just wish they’d leave me be so that I can continue my hunt.

Although they run the hell away whenever I’m near demons unaffiliated with the rebels. And for good reason too, since most of these demons are all high demons.

Actually, most demons in general that are in the Borderlands are high demons. Or warrior demons.

There are plenty of warrior demons too. But most of them are high demons.

Meanwhile almost all of the demons on the rebels side that are fighters are warrior demons, with the occasional high demon amongst their ranks playing as higher ranking officers.

To be specific though, not all of their officers are high demons. Just that all of their high demons are higher ranking officers.

Which both makes sense and is kind of ironic considering what they stand for with the hierarchy and all.

It makes sense because high demons are just plain stronger than warrior demons by birth. But it’s also ironic since they’re fighting against the hierarchy yet are pretty much automatically making high demons officers.

I let out a sigh as I strike another monster with Wrath lightning, turning it to ash. Then I glance back to find more demons heading my way.

Right when I’m about to strike back at them though, they stop and wave a flag at me. Surprising me in the process.

Uh… what?

I blink twice before frowning.

Are they really doing this? Chasing me down for days before eventually just peacefully waving a flag at me to talk in peace?

This has to be a trap, right?

I watch for a bit, looking around them for any hidden demons. But I don’t manage to find any.

So I eventually just give a mental shrug and head over towards them.

Because I might as well hear what they have to say.