The war raged on, fueled by hatred and brutality. Both sides employed cunning schemes to outmaneuver each other.
Val, Jasper, and Warcry led the demonic charge, their names becoming synonymous with terror.
One fateful day, Val's forces intercepted a human convoy fleeing the battlefield. Women, children, and the elderly cowered together, begging for mercy.
Val's response was merciless. He singled out a young mother, her infant clinging to her breast.
"With your own milk, you will nourish the soil," Val sneered, ripping the child from her arms.
The mother's screams were drowned out by the sound of Val's claws tearing through her torso. He disembowelled her, leaving her entrails to spill onto the ground.
Next, Val targeted a group of children at battlefield, their eyes wide with terror. He impaled each one on his claws, their tiny bodies twitching as they died.
A young girl, no more than six, pleaded for her life. Val's response was to rip her limbs from her body, leaving her screaming, bleeding, and helpless.
The humans watched in horror, their minds shattered by the brutality.
Jasper and Warcry joined Val, unleashing their own brand of terror.
Jasper beheaded a human soldier, his sword slicing through the man's neck with ease.
Warcry summoned dark magic, incinerating a human battalion.
As the months passed, the war showed no signs of abating. Both sides suffered heavy losses.
Humanity's commander, Marcus, launched a daring counterattack, employing guerrilla tactics to harass demonic forces.
Viraskas retaliated with unholy rituals, summoning forth eldritch horrors to devour human troops.
The battlefield became a charnel house, corpses strewn across the landscape.
One year had passed, yet the war raged on.
Val's reputation grew, his name whispered in terror by humans. His brutality knew no bounds.
Jasper and Warcry fought with equal ferocity, their bond with Val unbreakable.
As the war entered its second year, the world trembled before the demonic trio.