I am creating a storyline of a company of soldiers (around 100 men and women) who are all that stand between a balor and its unstoppable demon army. This enormous door could be through the mountain pass that leads to the world's last city, the one they must protect. The small group of soldiers stand silent and resolute...
"The air grew warm, the sky darkening to grey, then pitch, like spreading tar. Ash began to filter down from the blackness above, and with it, tiny bright embers of orange, like miniature suns falling to earth. Soon the air was hot, as if blown from the bellows of a working forge. The company shifted on their feet, sweating and silent, still unmoving. A breeze took up the banners then, the sound of the material fluttering happily in the heavy silence. Minutes passed and the air grew thick, the ground around them now black too, as the ash fell more and more, covering their armour and helmets like strange delicate plumage.
Nobody spoke. Nobody moved.
Then the breeze died away in an instant. And from behind the great door came a primal scream. It peeled through the thick metal, low, agonized and hating. It was the call of something ancient and unknowable. Something that exists only to undo the work of nature, and the gods themselves. It was the enemy."
THANK YOU FOR THIS INSPIRATION! :)