Beginnngs (Part 2)

My will was strong and quickly I consumed many souls. And the same spark of fear that had spawned me was still there but it had now become a raging fire. There were beings out there that worshipped me as their god. My strength and vitality were clear. Survival in hell is simple: kill or be killed. I gathered a band of wretched broken souls, lesser demons and imps desperate for a patron to protect them and built a stronghold carved secretly deep in the eternal fires. Soon I had an army. I was renowned and feared. A general of demon hordes. A ruler. A god. And thus I had enemies jealous of my power, fearful of their own positions and they came seeking to destroy me.