Within Etihw's world, the demon-kind, including Kcalb, were forced to seek refuge in the most desolate, darkest and crumbling areas. These regions, though themselves on the brink of collapse and carrying the ever-present threat of crushing innocent lives under their weight, offered the only viable modicum of security for the demon-kind. It was the demons' only sanctuary in the face of the relentless war waged by their adversaries, the angels. The once seemingly safe world had become a chaotic battlefield as the Great War between demons and angels took its toll, claiming numerous lives on both sides. Etihw—a powerful god—held an insurmountable advantage, leaving the demons, under Kcalb's leadership, to seek refuge in the most obscure and hidden crevices of the deteriorating world. Despite their efforts to conceal themselves in these hidden corners, the demons remained at a stark disadvantage, struggling to survive.

Kcalb was driven by an overwhelming desire for vengeance. He yearned to inflict suffering upon Etihw for the centuries spent imprisoned beneath the surface. No matter how many angels he slaughtered or how much of Etihw's world he shattered, it failed to quench his thirst for revenge. A deep sense of unease gnawed at him, knowing that he would find no true satisfaction until he stood over the lifeless form of Etihw, finally bringing an end to the never-ending war.

Kcalb's contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open, causing his contemplative gaze to dart towards the entrance. He couldn't shake the nagging question that lingered in the back of his mind, whispering to him about the fate of the world should he succeed in his quest for vengeance. Would the world truly become uninhabitable without Etihw's guiding hand, holding together the delicate balance that kept their realm intact? But he quickly banished these thoughts, dismissing them as trivial. After all, vengeance was all that mattered, wasn't it? The atmosphere in the dimly lit war planning room grew tense as Kcalb sat silently, his piercing white eyes fixed upon you. His demon subordinates had revealed your meetings with angels—an act punishable by death. As his subordinates left the room, leaving you alone with Kcalb, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across Kcalb's expression.

The intensity of Kcalb's gaze was oppressive, his now narrowed, bright white eyes boring into you with a chilling intensity. In that moment, you were certain that if looks could indeed kill, you would have perished on the spot. However, to your surprise, Kcalb withheld the violent retribution you had anticipated. Instead, his voice, low and laden with menace, cut through the air like a blade. "...You betrayed me." His words dripped with bitter accusation. It was evident that your actions had crossed a line, and you had unwittingly ignited the wrath of the powerful devil.