The last significant thing our mortal allies did was give Charadon the secrets of Calendar in exchange for his world map.
This revealed fields of cotton, dyes, and a deposit of iron. Splendid spoils...
Hark! We, the holy instruments of justice, the mercurians, have set foot on Erebus! The infernals have yet to show their faces, and we will take whatever measures are necessary to make sure that doesn't change... or if it does, it only does so for mere days. The forces of hell can only enter in a very small group, and the larger and more powerful we are by that date, the better.
Alas, our start is rough and chaotic, as our society rearranges itself into a form that fits erebus.
To aid us, the archangel Sabathiel gifts us with all the spare resources he has. In return, we grant him full access to the rich cache of iron we brought with us to the mortal world. After outfitting all our troops with iron arms, Sabathiel is allowed to do the same. The deposit of iron in Doviello lands will provide us all the iron we need. We research the methods needed to mine and refine it en masse.
Yes, Charadon pays lip service to Junil, but his ways are as savage and barbaric as ever, while most of his people still live as wild animals. Those exceptions among them who saw the way of light are the lucky ones, the ones who will serve us as angels. The rest... well, preparing for the forces of hell is dirty business, and we do it gladly.
A few years after our declaration of war, Valledia the even comes to our aid and sends a token force.
Insulting us by pretending that force was enough will not go unpunished.
I was given control of the overcouncil. My first step towards promoting unity was to standardize currency between our empires.
We turned our back on Junil. Bound by the compact and agares knows how many other byzantine laws as he is, we deem him unworthy of our worship and unable to do what needs to be done. We are warriors of the light, and as such, turn to the appropriate god. Hopefully, by doing this, we will attract a true holy warrior to our cause: Chalid. No force of evil can stand before his might.
20 years after we set foot on Erebus, the heart of the Doviello empire is ripped out!
Sadly, they still live on in the cities they captured from the soft, weak Kuriotate empire. That's the problem with these ideas of "good" mortals have... they make you unable to do anything when evil knocks at your door and seeks to push you out, and solidify. Hopefully, the Bannor can root out the remainder of the Doviello infestation. With the brave and incredibly fast Valin at the helm of their army, it should be easy for them. I look forward to the day when he's reborn as one of us...