60 miles south, FOB Doors
FOB (Forward Operating Base) Doors is a large base that accommodates 3,000 Murican soldiers. Tanks and artillery are being parked while the crews are busy moving shells and ammo to each of them. The runway on the south side is also having the same activities, where ground crews are busy doing maintenance and arming their aircraft.
Inside the briefing tent, Stan, General Hanz Lamda, and several officers studied aerial photographs.
“The enemy ground force is thirty thousand strong,” a lieutenant reported. “Infantry, cavalry, magicians, artillery. In the air: three hundred wyverns and three thousand avian warriors.”
“Huh, that’s bigger than their welcoming party three months ago.” Stan muttered.
“Yes, sir, this small group here is their raiding party, they’ll reach the DMZ around midnight.”
Everyone paused and showed a worried face. Stan taking a deep breath to calm himself
“Commander, how were our preparations?” Stan asked General Hanz.
General Hanz rubbed his face.
“To be honest, sir, even though we had fought countless battles against many rebel tribes and warlords… this is the first time we’re having this kind of war. My men are still doing the preparation, but to be frank… I don’t believe that we have enough time…”
Everyone in the briefing tent looks at the directions of the training ground across from them. A platoon trained with a drill sergeant and a civilian that is standing next to him.
“Oh no~, they are killing the civilians.” The platoon droned.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” The drill sergeant roared.
The person who wears a cap that reads "ACTING COACH" whispers to the drill sergeant. The drill sergeant nods and then approaches his troops.
“You! Step forward.”
He pointed at the unlucky PFC Bella, a tiny vampire girl who was in the front because of her small frame.
“YES SIR!”
“Now do it again.”
Bella trembled.
“Oh no, they are killing the civilians. We have to stop them.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I WANT EMOTION! I WANT DISTRESS.”
“OH NO! They are killing the civilians.” Bella is starting to stress.
“MORE STRESSED! THAT IS YOUR MAMA THAT IS BEING KILLED! YOUR BABY SISTER BEING KILLED!” the drill sergeant screaming at Bella’s face
“OH NO!! THEY ARE KILLING THE CIVILIANS!!” Bella wailed.
All the officers at the briefing tent felt hopeless watching how the training went.
“God help us…” said Stan
10 Miles North, Vandoria-Ravendawn Camp
Over a rocky hill, Duke Pierre, Archmage Durac, Prince Luxius, and several officers are watching over Archbishop Antonio, who is praying at the edge of the cliff.
“Our scouting party should arrive at the DMZ village somewhere around sunset and launch the raid after midnight,” Luxius said. “I have also ordered my soldiers that are stationed there to secretly retreat before midnight.”
“Good, we don’t want those mercenaries accidentally killing your troops. So don’t say that I don’t care about your people.” Pierre chuckled.
Luxius gripped his fist but said nothing.
“How many demons are guarding the village?” Pierre asked.
“After nightfall, usually they only left around twenty guards. But today, my soldiers reported that there are a new kind of guards being stationed there. They are all wearing white uniforms and actively talking to every villager.”
“Hmm, maybe a different branch of their army. But still, twenty is a low number, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“My soldiers also reported that the demons are making some kind of charity event today. Every villager is given new clothes and gold, and their demon healers make any visible scars on the villagers’ bodies disappear.”
“Tch, must be the devil’s trick. Trying to convert the people there into demon sympathizers,” scoffs Archmage Durac.
“You are absolutely correct, Archmage Durac. We should not show mercy to any demon sympathizers,” said the archbishop, who just finished his prayer.
Everyone is surprised seeing Archbishop Antonio being covered with a visible holy aura surrounding his body.
“The goddess has answered my prayer. She is on our side. Nothing can stop us from delivering justice to the evil demons.”
“Thank you, your grace. But even though the demons wanted to stop us, they are going to have a hard time facing an army this big.”
They all watch below the cliffs, to the massive encampment of thousands of soldiers, and in the sky are several wyvern riders doing a patrol.
NASA, Mission Control Center
The atmosphere in the Mission Control Center is tense, everyone is focused on their respective monitors. Bub stands at the center with the NASA director, anxiously waiting for their officer's report.
“…instrument calibration checked.” Said one of the officer.
“Orbital position also checked without any visible deviation.” Said another officer.
“Data validation… complete. No anomaly detected.” Said the third officer.
All of the officers then look at the NASA director and Bub.
“Mr. Beelzebub, Devil’s Eye is 100% operational and ready to use.” The NASA director said to Bub.
Everybody at the control center then applauded after hearing their director's statement. Bub is letting out a big smile and shaking the director’s hand.
“Ahh, thank you, Director. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to report to the Prime Minister that we are ready for war.”
DMZ—Sometime around midnight
Later on, the night in DMZ was quiet just like every night. But in one of the tents, a male human is busy riding a female beastman.
“Ah… Ah… This is the second time, alright… Ah... I’m going to put it in your bill,” she moaned.
“Oh, don’t be so stingy, we’re still a husband and wife until tomorrow.”
“Ah… no fucking way.”
Their “son” sat at the table watching with bored eyes.
“I still don’t get why the Demons want us to play “family.” He said.
“You brat! Stop watching me naked for free!” The beastwoman snapped.
"Hahaha, he's our 'son', let him watch. I think this is what those demons called 'sex education.'”
THUMP
Suddenly a thumping sound was heard from their doors.
“I think somebody is outside,” said the boy.
“Go check it out,” the man said, still thrusting. “Probably another Jehovah something again. This is the third time today, so annoying.”
The boy walks to the door and opens it, he sees another Jehovah Accusess standing there. But to the boy’s horror, there’s a sword stuck to the demon’s stomach, making his white shirt change to red.
The Jehovah member fell down, and behind him is a mysterious big figure looking at the boy with bloodlust.
FOB Doors, Production Control Room
One of the military barracks in the FOB had been transformed into a makeshift TV studio. Monitors displayed camera feeds from all angles while crew members manned controls. Belphy stood behind them with his headset on. Hannya is at his side.
“By the way, sir, there’s a message from Sir Mammon. He said, “Don’t fail, or I’ll slash your yearly budget.” Hannya said.
“Tch, like I have a budget," Belphy scoffed, "I’m already the poorest department in the country.”
“Another message is from His Highness. He said, “Good luck, make a good show—”
“Hmm, not like Luke.” Belphy frowned
“…or I’m going to fly there and kill you.” Hannya continues.
“Yep. There he is.”
“Sir, all cast entering the set,” a staffer cut their conversation.
Belphy straightened and face to the monitors.
“Ok everyone, be ready! We’re live in ten… nine… eight… “
The Black House, Master Bedroom
In Solo and Lilith private room, Lilith can be seen sat on the couch in her cozy sweater. Her eyes glued to the TV and full of excitement.
“HONEY, HURRY UP, IT’S ABOUT TO START!”
“Waa~it! Popcorn’s not ready!” Solo shouted from the pantry.
A Bar Somewhere in Southern Murica
Meanwhile in a crowded bar in Murica, it was a busy night with so many customers enjoying their night there.
“Hey barkeep, give me a beer.” A customer said
The customer paused as he saw a crowd around the bar’s TV.
“What are they watching?” He asked
“It’s the first ever live satellite broadcast, something is being filmed from our northern border.” The barkeep replied while opening a bottle of beer.
“What? That far?”
“Yup. Crazy.” said the bartender while handing a bottle of cold beer.
The customer then decides to join the crowd to watch.
FOB Doors. Production Control Room
Every staff in front of the monitor can be seen waiting without making a move, until the countdown finally hit its climax.
“…three… two… one…“ Belphy muttered
He then grinned.
“And, ACTION!”
The room explode into motion.
DMZ, Village Entrance
“ATTAAAACK!”
Hundreds of centaur warriors and mounted mercenaries thundered into the DMZ, their hooves and boots tearing throught tents and bodies alike. Flames spread fast. Screams spread faster. The raiders hacked down anything that moved.
“Cap’n, our boys made contact with the demons-they’re running like cowards! We even got a few already, still hunting the rest!”
The raiding captain grinned.
“Hah! When the report said those new guards weren’t carrying muskets, I worried they’d fight with some fancy magic. Good. Orders stay the same-kill the demons first, then everyone else. Go.”
“Yes, sir!”
The lieutenant rode back toward the burning tents, laughing as he yelled instructions.
The Raiders are sweeping the village door to door, killing men and children whether they are resisting or not, and raping the female inhabitants no matter what their age.
The beastwoman from earlier was pinned beneath a pile of raiders, her “husband” and “son” already lying cold beside her.
“Ah… Ah… P-Please… Do whatever you want… just don’t kill me… ah… I can always-“
“You’re noisy.” The raider muttered, and slit her throat without slowing his thrusts.
She choked on blood, body twitching weakly while the man kept using her.
All around, villagers tried to fight with forks, shovels, or whatever they can make as a weapon, while the more educated villagers–which are few in number–shoot fireballs, ice spikes, or whatever attack magic they can at their assailants.
“FUCK! IF ONLY I HAD MY AXE!” One of the resisting men curses his situation before his head gets separated from his body by one of the mounted raiders.
Their weapons had all been confiscated by the demons earlier as part of the makeover deals, saying that a weapon to kill doesn’t reflect a happy family.
“WHERE THE HELL ARE THE SOLDIERS!?” one man screamed before another shoved past him.
“Fuck this, I’m outta here,” the other men deciding to bail out.
Meanwhile, the demons weren’t doing any better than the villagers. Jehovah's Accusess-those cheerful door-knocking zealots-were being killed left and right by the raiders.
“Sir! Please! We come in peace! We only wish to share the words of-ARGH-!”
A sword slash the demon.
“I got a demon! HAHAHA!” the raider cheered. He sliced off the horns and tail, then cracked open the torso with childish curiosity.
“Hmm, strange… hey! This one doesn’t have any crystal,”.
“I know, other guys are also saying the same thing.” His companion said. “None of these demons have a crystal.”
“Tch, that’s the pricey part,” said the raider, feeling disappointed.