Screams of anguish echoed through the seemingly vacant halls of the stone cathedral. A candle burns dimly on the altar serving as the only source of light as one man knelt to pray. His hair, stringy and black, stuck to his sweat ridden brow. He shook with fear as he prayed to whatever gods may be.
The cause of this fear was slowly closing in, reveling in the stench of death and decay permeating from the very stones of the halls. He dared not look about him for the mere scene behind him would surely drive him mad. Alas, he had no choice but to face his enemy with honor, knowing full well that he would be killed.
The screams slowly became louder and louder and what only made it worse was the laughter heard over the shrieks of pain and anguish. The pitiful cries were from the angels clawing at whatever opening they could find, only to have it shut tight in their faces. They knew as well what horrors lie in the dark.
"...hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. Amen." Taking a deep breath he stood to face the beat that laughed so maliciously. Only one left alive now but not for long. He watched with disgust and terror as an angel was lifted, its wings torn spraying blood across the already dead corpses below. A bonfire was lit below it; a small giggle of a child was heard from the dark as the holy creature could only scream and wait as its life slipped away. Finally, the angel went limp and fell into the hungry flames.
"Come to me...warrior of your god." said a voice from the shadows. The being stepped forward into the light of the embers and to the man's horror it was a small girl with bright green eyes and curly blonde hair. Her blue dress was almost completely red with dripping blood and black smears of coal and other gore painted her. Her eyes alight with innocent laughter, she held out her arms as if waiting for the man to make the first move.
It dared to take the form of his daughter! With tears brimming his eyes he heaved his sword and lunged at the blood stained girl. To no avail, he fought with whatever strength he harbored. The demon simply giggled and mocked him.
"Come on daddy! Is that all you have? I thought you'd give me a challenge..." With a loud war cry that rang through the stone, he charged. He felt the blade resist and gasped as he thought he might have won. The sword was held firmly in place by her hand. Looking into the eyes of his daughter he saw not pain, but amusement. "Too bad." she said.
A smile stuck to her face as she gently pressed a finger to his head gradually applying pressure until he began screaming in agony. Her finger pushed through his skull and into his brain causing instant death. He fell at her hand, just another corpse among the decay.
A single man fell to a demon's feet.
Defeated.
The demon chuckled and knelt to the altar. Lighting a candle and giggling as it lit the cross aflame.
"Your move." it said.