Krystal's boots made a clicking sound against the hard, concrete floor. She walks towards a large set of double doors flanked by two armed men. She waltzes straight up to it, and knocks. "Hey hey hey, the boss isn't here." The one on the left says.
"Yeah, go away." The right one snaps.
"I'm here on personal business." She says. She straightens something under her tank top.
"You know, the boss might take a liking to you, as long as you gave him a little something in return. Say, yourself. A little favor."
"I don't do favors." She says. She pats down her pockets, and feels for something.
"Well, then the boss doesn't want you, bitch." The right one growls.
Krystal pulls out a pistol quickly, and blasts the man straight in the head, obliterating his brain. The other guard raises his submachine gun and fires off a few shots, catching her in the chest. She shoots him too, but he doesn't die straight away. She leans down and deftly breaks his neck with a sickening meaty crack. He screams his last in agony as she steps through the double doors. The room inside is immaculate, filled to the brim with paintings and guards. The second is not what she wants to see. Grabbing the submachine gun from the fallen guard, she sprays down a group of them, splattering blood all over the surrounding walls.
"TAKE IT, YOU TOSSERS!" She yells over the gunfire.
"Breach! Breach in the compound!" One of the guards yells wildly, waving his weapon around. They clumsily rushing into cover, behind the multiple columns dotting the large room. They return fire, their shots ringing through the echoing space. Bullet impact points pockmark the walls around Krystal, and she fires back, punching a guard off his feet and into a pool of his own blood. Running forward, a bullet grazes her arm, drawing blood. Guards? Bullets? Nothing in her mind. Revenge for him is all she can think of. With her mind driven to such an extent, she rolls away from the incoming shots, watching as a guard's entrails explode into red mist as his torso is peppered with 45. rounds.
"Get backup! ...And evac the boss!" She hears a guard yell. A red suited guard breaks off from the group and manages to escape her enraged firing, shutting another pair of double doors behind him, but this time they're festooned with armored plating, and something that looks like it might take a breaching charge to blow it open. Some kind of reinforced bank vault door? Nothing she couldn't handle. She grabs out a grenade from her left jean pocket, and lobs it into the crowd of huddling enemies. Before they can react, though, it turns the place they had been into a hole in the ground, surrounded with bits of body parts and scraps of suits.
"Good for them. Let the gods and goddesses judge them ruthlessly." She remarks. She spots a guard crawling away, his back horribly singed, most of his fur burned off. She stomps over to him, and sadistically twists his arms around, his screams of pain sating her lust for revenge. Finally, she puts him out of his misery, popping a bullet into his head. A clean kill. She runs to the armored door, and proceeds to plant an odd plasticy, doughy substance on it. Plastic explosive. She wishes she's gotten her hands on some thermite, but that was out of her field. She inserts a timed detonator into the explosive, sets it for thirty seconds, and gets away to a safe distance. She ducks behind the pillar of cover and covers her ears. The detonation shatter the door into hundred of pieces, and flinging back the more heavily armed guards behind it.
"It's her!" One yells, terrified. He opens up on her with his rather oversized assault rifle. The 50. Caliber bullets bust straight through the collum she's hiding behind, and she curses.
"Dammit! Wish someone else was here to help me!" She pops up and pops off a couple of shots at the armored assault rifle wielder. He falls down, clutching his knee. She comes out again to shoot him while he's down, but when she pulls the trigger, it clicks uselessly. Out of ammo. She reaches into her tank top and pulls out a knife, emblazoned with runes and suspicious symbols. She sprints to the guard, and while chanting something, slices his neck. The knife starts to glow, and a gravely, demonic voice echoes through the rooms.
"Ah, Krystal of Cerinia. I thought we wouldn't meet again, but I suppose I was wrong." A winged humanoid creature apperates in the center of the room, flapping on leathery wings.
"Go, Ry'leh, I plead of you, for the gods and goddesses, destroy them!" Krystal screams.
"As a priestess, I obey you. But first, thank you very much for the blood sacrifice. It's been years." He says, and points his outstretched hand at a grouping of enemies. With a flick of his wrist, a sprout of nexarus-fire bursts from the earth, scorching them. He then rams ahead, screeching horribly. The people unfortunate enough to get in his way are snatched up and aither ripped apart in spouts of sanguine fluid or devoured, further fueling his rampage.
Krystal watches triumphantly as the demon demolishes the opposition, leaving a path of next to no resistance for her. The monster disappears as quickly as it appeared, leaving only one monster left in the room. She steps through the carnage, paying no heed to the dead bodies and the bits and bods of arms and legs and other parts. Stepping forward, and to the final, rose emblazoned door. She kicked it open, and inside, a large desk and chair awaited her. The chair was turned away from her, and towards a window looking outwards.
"I've been waiting for you, my rose, the thing that keeps my heart beating." A voice says.
"I don't want that shit. I'm here to kill you, you dirty fucking killer. I'm here for you Panther."
"Here's to us, Krystal, the most beautiful of them all." He says, and she can almost see his smirking face. She opens fire on the chair and desk, and there's a ear-piercing yowl. She keeps on shooting until nothing else moves or make a sound. She pads over to the chair, and Panther's gasping, heaving form meets her. "K-Krystal? I t-thought you'd never actually do it… I thought you might love me back…" He gurgles. He falls silent, finally dead. Krystal sits down on the floor, and ponders what to do next.