Aaron's instincts had been nagging at him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Roman wouldn't fall for their original plan. After some careful consideration, he decided to change the plan and use the coronation of Isabelle as the rightful queen of the fae as bait to lure Roman into a trap.
The group had been hesitant at first, but Aaron's conviction had won them over. They would use the coronation ceremony as a way to draw Roman out of hiding and into the open, where they could take him down.
As they made their way to the fae kingdom, Aaron briefed the group on the new plan. "We'll proceed with the coronation ceremony as planned," he said, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. "But instead of sneaking around, we'll use it as a trap to lure Roman out. I have a feeling he'll take the bait."
Eris nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And once he's here, we'll be ready for him."
The group arrived at the fae kingdom, and the coronation ceremony began. Isabelle, resplendent in her ceremonial gown, walked towards the throne, the crown of the fae monarchs held aloft. The High Priestess began the ancient ritual, and the kingdom's subjects gathered around, their faces filled with hope and anticipation.
Meanwhile, Roman received the message about the coronation, and his face turned red with rage. "You think she can be crowned queen?" he thundered, slamming his fist on the table. "I'll show them the true meaning of power!"
Roman gathered his army of demons and set off towards the fae kingdom, determined to put an end to Isabelle's coronation and claim the throne for himself. As they approached the kingdom, the air grew thick with tension.
The group stood ready, their eyes fixed on the horizon as Roman's army emerged into view. "It's time," Aaron said, his voice low and deadly. "Let's show Roman what it means to mess with the us."
The scene unfolded like a dark storm cloud gathering on the horizon. Roman's army of demons emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing like embers in the fading light. The fae warriors, arrayed in their finest armor, stood firm, their swords and bows at the ready.
Aaron's smile spread across his face, a cold, calculated glint in his eye. "It's working," he murmured to Eris, who stood beside him. "He's taken the bait."
Eris nodded, her own eyes flashing with anticipation. "Let's give him a show he'll never forget."
The fae warriors, sensing their leaders' determination, let out a fierce battle cry, their voices echoing through the kingdom. The demons, undaunted, charged forward with a chorus of snarls and screams.
Roman, his face twisted with rage, rode at the forefront of the horde, his dark magic swirling around him like a shroud. "You fools," he bellowed, his voice carrying above the din. "You think you can stop me? I'll show you all what true power looks like!"
The battle was about to erupt into chaos.
The battle raged on, the fae warriors clashing with the demons in a flurry of steel and magic. Aaron and Eris joined the fray, their movements fluid and deadly. Haphaestus brought his massive sword crashing down on the demons, sending them flying left and right. Eryx waded into the battle, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as he cut through the demons with ease.
Ares stood watch over Isabelle, his eyes fixed on the battle unfolding before him. Isabelle was ready to fight, but Ares's imposing presence kept her close. "Stay back, Isabelle," he growled. "This is no place for you, your safety is paramount."
As the battle intensified, Ares's patience wore thin. He snarled, and charged into the fray. The earth shook beneath his feet as he sliced through demons with his sword, his movements a blur of steel and fury.
Eris's powers were in full display, her illusions weaving a web of confusion and terror among the demons. Crimson, with his phoenix fire and ice powers, burst into flames, illuminating the darkening battlefield as he unleashed a fierce attack on the demons.
Roman's face twisted with rage as he watched his army falter. "You think you can defeat me?" he screamed, his voice carrying above the din. "I'll show you all what true power looks like!"
The air grew thick with an eerie energy as Roman's mutterings grew louder and more frantic. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the fae warriors stumbled, their footing unsure. Aaron's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. "Roman's not just fighting us, he's summoning something."
The ground cracked open with a deafening roar, and a dark, twisted form emerged from the depths of the earth. The demon lord's presence was like a cold wind, making everyone's skin crawl. Its eyes glowed like hot coals as it took in the battlefield, its gaze lingering on Roman before sweeping across the fae warriors.
Roman's eyes gleamed with madness as he gazed up at the demon lord. "Behold,lord of the demon world,"the cackled, his voice manic. "Together, we'll show them the true meaning of power!"
The demon lord's response was a scream that shattered the air, making even the bravest warriors flinch. Its massive body undulated as it moved, its claws tearing through the earth like it was paper. This was no ordinary demon – it was a creature of legend, feared across the demon world.