A loud shriek ripped through the air, halting the moves of all of the impish demons so suddenly that some fell off balance.
They began to hear the beat of heavy wings. But before they could look up, a large mass of black feathers dropped out of the air.
The creature was enormous. Larger than many of Hell's darkest denizens or greatest meatheads.
The bird unfurled all four of it's wings, crackling lightning running across nearly eatch and every feather.
As it released a horrific screech into the miasma of hell, a shower of sparks and thunder fell onto the head of every lesser demon who beheld his radiance.
The demon's power was felt immediately. Not a single imp survived the purge. Only a few lesser demons managed to avoid fatal injuries, but they would be forever scarred. Greater demons didn't look as though they were going to die, but they also didn't seem as though they'd be getting up anytime soon either...
