In a world of fire, across a countryside of burned earth formed of a landscape of endless hills with rivers of lava, blood and flesh flowing between them, one stood. Surrounded by corpses and carcasses of his kin, he stares down the incoming waves of hell. Covered in heavily worn armour from countless fights, and Armed to the teeth. He tosses the decapitated head of a demon he slew only moments ago aside. Looking at his hand covered in the demon's blood, he forms a fist and feels a rush of determination, rage.
He kicks the carcass of the slain demon down into the river of lava to his right and listens to the crackling sizzle of its bones as it disintegrates into the lava. Looking to his left he smiles as he picks up one of his most trusted companions from the ground.
Readying his double-barreled shotgun, he replaces the spent shells with new ones and tightens his grip as mentally prepares himself to fight them all, As he always has and always will.
Long had he fought them alongside his kin for every inch of their world but yet... Lost. After endless desperate fights, he now is all that is left. They had come and destroyed his entire world. But for once ever since they had invaded, he is one step ahead of them. now that his species is almost spent, he knows what they will look for next. He knows what he must do to stop them.
He looks at the remains of his fallen comrades. Even for all the advanced technology and weaponry, they had, as well as the time to prepare. They couldn't stop them, He pushes his thoughts aside and blasts the first demon charging towards him with his shotgun. The power of the blast splits the upper half of the demon in half, forming a massive hole in its chest. For a moment the remains of the demon continue to walk towards him until he kicked the carcass to the ground.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Another demon had advanced and was now in mid-air about to pounce him. He throws aside his weapon, and just as it is about to dig its claws into him he smashes it across its jaw with his fists causing the demon to lose its momentum. He takes its arms and dislocates its shoulders with a sickening pop.
While the demon screeches in pain, he grabs it by its skull with both hands and through sheer force digs his fingers into its skull.
Blood pulses from where his fingers meet the insides of the demon's skull, it screeches in pain and rage.
In one swift and brutal move he digs his fingers even deeper into its skull, and with a sickening crack he splits the creatures head all the way to its lower torso into two open half's.
Blood pulses from its parted bones and pulsing flesh. The creature manages a sickening gurgling sound and as it falls over onto the burned ground.
The next moments pass over him in a blur as he loses count of how many of the monsters he kills until at last, he throws the carcass of the last demon into the lava river. He allows himself a brief moment to relax. Standing atop the heap of dead demons, he notices the fast rate his heart was pounding.
He closes his eyes and once more listens to those satisfying sound as the body of the last demon meets with the lava. A momentary calm washes over him, but he suddenly feels himself being lifted from the ground. He opens his eyes again and sees a bright orange energy beginning to spread all over him.
As the energy continues, a demonic voice laughing at him mockingly. "Come on! I'm ready! Bring it!!" He shouts aloud, he is blinded as the light of the energy intensifies covering his whole vision.
When he blinks his eyes open again, he finds himself transported to an entirely different location. He is floating in a large seemingly concealed room in the shape of a pentagon. The room is entirely made of flesh with pikes all around him with impaled human heads on them of all genders and ages. He descends down, to what appears to be a sort of crater in the centre of the room.
His feet make a sickening squish as they hit the floor filled, with gore and intestines. He just bearly stops himself from throwing up as the intense stench hit his nostrils.
But giving him no break he feels a shiver running down his spine, as he hears a piercing inhuman howl not from this world all around him. Some walls of the room begin descending into the ground, revealing multiple hidden rooms all around him. New monstrosities had been waiting inside them for their turn to tear him apart.
"Hell knights" is what he calls them taller than any man, they stand upright with two hoofed legs that share the likeness of that of a bulls. Their upper torsos are humanoid, but their hands have massive claws as well as a fearsome inhuman face. Massive horns protrude outwards of its skull truly giving it a frightening aggressive appearance. Atop all this, they have a massive maw filled with teeth made to tear bone and flesh apart.
Surrounded by these frightening creatures, he prepares for his final stand. All of them at once lift their hand up, and a green energy seems to emit from their hands.
In the early days of the attack, it took him and an entire platoon with heavy casualties to take one of these beings down. Knowing what follows, he charges at one of them before it can release its deadly energy flare that would burn him to a crisp.
The creature swipes with incredible speed at him, scraping his armour only bearly missing his head. Smoothly he sticks the barrel of his shotgun into its mouth. He pulls the trigger, its head explodes into a spray of brain tissue and gore, that covers him as well as the room it was in. Feeling a rising heat behind him, he spins around with the slain creature in front of him. He uses it as a shield against the incoming green fireballs. As they hit the dead monster it disintegrates almost instantly saving him, but also exposing him to a renewed attack. He charges towards the next room, with another creature inside. But as he exits the room with the ashes of the slain creature inside, he is ambushed by two hell knights to his exact right. They had left their room and started advancing him while he was shielding himself.
One of the two picks him up, while the other opens its maw ready to tear him into bits. Reacting quickly he smashes the second hell knights across its hideous jaw stopping it from consuming him. He then digs his armoured fingers into the other creatures arm and splits its skin partly open exposing muscle and veins.
The Monster shrieks drops him holding its wounded arm, using his chance he grabs the creatures by its jaws and with all his might rips its maw outward. The Monster somehow still alive, gurgles and attempts to fix its broken jaws.
He again feels a rising heat on his back and spins around to see the green energy beam heading towards him. He finds the other creature he mashed across its jaws and kicks it into the fireball.
It screams in rage as it disintegrates in the green fire. Leaving the other creature to bleed out, he charges towards the hell knights who threw the energy beam. Luckily for him, this one is still inside its room. He opens up his double-barreled shotgun and inserts two new shells into it. The creature throws another energy beam at him but he dodges its attack and unloads both shells into the monster. The sheer force of the blast blows the creature into pieces leaving only a bloody mess of bone and flesh in the room it was in. To his surprise he finds a chainsaw stuck on the wall behind where the creature had stood. He checks it finding it still quarter way filled with fuel he grabs hold of it, starts her up and tears the saw free from the wall. The chainsaw buzzes merely in the hands of its new oner as he turns his attention back to the bleeding creature in the centre of the room. The creature stops it's failing attempts at fixing its maw and glares with a look of absolute evil at him, it reaches skyward with its hand and green energy begins to erupt from it.
Chainsaw in hand he sprints to the creature, and before it can release its beam he saws off its arm. He then moves the chainsaw across its torso, sawing through it from its lower left hip to its right shoulder cutting the whole creature into two halves. Spewing blood, the two half's fall lifeless to the ground, and he drops the chainsaw with it.
He looks at his hands drenched in blood and dripping with small bits and pieces of the creatures. A few words begin echoing in his mind, rip and tear...Rip and tear them all apart. A Madness threatens to overwhelm him for a moment, his entire body begins to shake uncontrollably as he recalls the slaughter of thousands of their monstrosities by his hand. The gore, the blood... The lust... Kill...have to kill, have to kill more! Rip and tear! Rip and tear! He shakes his head and forms a first in an attempt to stop his hands from shaking. "Deep breaths, inhale." He draws a deep breath, and in his mind counts to three. "Exhale." And as he released his breath, through endless enforced self-training and control he manages to stop his shaking and regain his cool. He looks back down to the chainsaw noticing that its empty, and instead takes his shotgun back to arms. He engages the safety of the gun and takes out the shells he had spend. He inserts two new shells into the still smoking barrels and claps the shotgun back together. "Focus." He calls to himself pushing aside the enormous grief of his losses that always creeps up once he manages to calm himself.
He remembers his mission, his single remaining purpose. "The gate, find the gate prevent the spread." He disengages the safety of his gun and searches the rooms for an exit. Among the skin and flesh that make up the walls of the rooms, he finds a massive eye. Holding his breath to shield himself from the shortly coming stench, he grabs the eye with both hands and begins bulling it out of the wall. Blood begins running from the eye as he feels it loosening. He summons his strength and in one final heave, have he pulls the eye free from the wall. A small waterfall of blood runs down from where it was placed on the wall. As the blood finishes flowing, it reveals what appears to be a lever of some kind made entirely of bones.
He pushes the lever upward, and instantly the wall to his right begins descending to the ground, tearing free from what appears to have been some sort of veins that connected it to the ceiling. As the wall slowly descends down he is blinded by the red light of the outside world.
As he steps back outside, he is greeted with the same hellish landscape that used to be his home. Only he no longer seems near to the castle he was heading towards before. He appears to be standing in the middle of a ruined street of what used to be a city. Yet now is just a collection of ruins of skyscrapers, trashed cars and human skeletons.
As he stands there in the middle of the street, not hearing a single noise in the whole ruins of the city, other than the slight whistle of the wind. He truly feels like the last person on earth, he notices that the room he had come from seems to have disappeared.
It doesn't surprise him, he knows that it must be one of the many tricks they had pulled on him countless times before.
Voices of doubt begin to creep up on him, that he had struggled with since the beginning. They tell him that it's hopeless, that all is lost and he should give in. He hears the screams and shouts from all the people he's seen being transformed or eaten. He sees their faces that keep him awake at night.
With a struggle, he manages to silence the voices and screams in his head. As he focuses on finding the right path, through the city into the burnt desert. The screams in his mind begin to fade. He wonders where the demons came from. Another world perhaps? If so then perhaps just maybe if there could be another word like his better off than his own. The thought brings a spark of warmth and Hope to his cold ruthless heart. He wipes the blood from his shotgun and begins his stalk through the ruins...
