Eintei Mansion is under attack.

I growled fiercely as I ran through the mansion's corridor, sparing no time to even glance at the passing servants and bunny soldiers as the inhabitant of the mansion prepares for a fight. The traditional wood frame and paper walls of the corridor will provide absolutely no defence in the event of a breach, but it was there ever since the mansion was created, so they just reinforced the wall with Plexiglas pane and some enchantment to make them harder than iron.

This is one of many passive use of magic that I was glad I knew of, other than the FOCUS spell. Damn that spell was badass.

The door that guards the armoury was made from metal plate, which was opened by a single bunny soldier to provide admittance to me. I nodded in thanks and ran straight toward the ammunition locker. I grabbed a 100 kar98k round for my rifle and 8 magazines for my pistol. A hundred individual rounds of 7.92mm Mauser would be heavy for normal standard, but I'm the Sniper of Gensokyo, and I'm anything but normal. I loaded my rifle in advance and my pistol too, so in total I have a 105 kar98k round including the one loaded and 9 pistol magazine including the mag loaded inside my 1911.

I then exited the armoury and ran straight outside. The courtyard was abuzz with activity, the soldier bunny in their green body armour jumped into their fox-holes and behind sandbags that littered the courtyard, getting ready for the flying demons and any demons that manage to breach the gate.

In the event of a breach, the bunnies will pepper the killing zone which is just a few steps away from the gate with heavy machine gun fire and loads of bullets. There are loads of machinegun nest arranged in a straight line. From the rooftops I saw several bunny soldiers armed with rocket-propelled grenade launcher and designated marksman rifle. Their mission is to take down any flying hostiles trying to be sneaky.

We have nothing to fear from any demons trying to crash through the walls, for we have attached a long series of blades that spins with the speed of a tengu and never cease spinning thanks to our beloved electrical magic that kept powering the generator that kept the blade spinning. Like a wheat through a combine harvester, the demons threw themselves toward the wall with reckless abandon, our bullets caused them pain and hatred to the point of blinding them with madness, therefor the walls was splattered with gore and chunks of meat from previous attackers that was too determined to get through.

On the wall however, there are several squads of machinegunners and artillery crews that make sure that no zombie with a bazooka or a hell-fire slinging demons destroys the gruesome trap. I remember the first time it was put on action. The first imp literally disappeared in a shower of gore as it in a desperate and reckless act of bravery tries to jump over the 4 feet tall spinning blades. The trap was sublime against melee attacker, but it requires more energy and resources to maintain it, and don't forget the magical resources the generator needed to keep the blade a-spinning. They maybe fairies, but even they need rest after a whole day of exerting magical energy. And let's not talk about cleaning the blade…

Thanks to their stockpile of magical potion, my health was restored fully. For the time I arrived outside the mansion's main building, the cream has worn off, showing off my tanned and healthy you skin again. My magic and my stamina have returned fully too, so I have no problem flying over one story building.

I manage to grab my hoodie back at the barrack as I left the rifle with the hoodie too. Now with my trusty hoodie on my body, a full arsenal of ammunitions and explosives, and my vigour restored fully I am more than ready to snipe some fool.

I am standing on the tiled roof of the mansion. The mansion is more of a luxurious house rather than an actual defensible fortress, but with the help of Kappas and magic, this mansion is more than safe. I looked at the blue tiles underneath me. Gee, I really hope that it doesn't collapse when I jumped on it…

I peered through the scope to see the environment. Like the Scarlet Devil Mansion, there is a circumference of a 100 miles of clear land dotted with demon bones for us to saw whatever the demon has to offer in their full glory. In the past, we found out that they can use the dense forest that encompasses our mansion to sneak into the mansion while our guard was down. It was a terrifying experience. I came back when they were in the thick of the battle, so I can say that it was fucking terrifying if you're not a Youkai.

I saw an imp, running straight at us. Imps are the backbone of the demon army, their ability to throw fireballs and tear chunks off a human body make them a formidable foe against a human being. But they are still human sized, so it was possible for a soldier to kill an imp with his bare fist, even if he or she did not belong to the BFG Division.

Then it gets worse. What follows them from behind is a type of imp I wish I never met again. The Black Imp and the White Imp. Yeah, call me racist, but they are coloured in respective dye. The black one has its skin in a shade of charcoal black, making them near-invisible during the night. They also threw a strange energy balls that HOMES toward their target. That's right, homing fireball.

Then we got the White Imps, which is the albino version of the normal imps. I hate the blacks more (Rrraaaacccciiiiiissssttttt) but this one is goddamn annoying. As they have no eyes in their ugly face, they relied on their sense of smell and hearing to detect its prey. Many times I was busted when I tried to sneak through an area because some white assholes decided to howl my position away and throw green fireballs at me. Fuck.

Knowing how hard those demons are, I ordered the soldiers around me to kill them as fast as possible before they reach the walls. They complied; their perfect marksmanship dropped the imps even before they can take another step.

Then, we got ourselves some more pinkies. The resident of Eintei usually let their spinning blades to do their work, for they are mostly soft flesh. Then suddenly, a small group of pinkies appeared from the back of the formation, protecting a hell knight with their body. Unlike our pink fleshy foe, they sport carapace armour over their head, torso and legs. The keratin armour maybe basic and there's chunks of exposed flesh the armour fails to protect, but it serves it purpose when we tried to shoot through their plates.

Great, we got armoured pinkies, some homing-fireballs slinging imps…What next? Cyber-implanted Hell knight?

Oh shit…

There is one.

My eyes blinked twice in surprise as I took on the image of the new interloper. It still has the physiology of a Baron of Hell, yet it has certain changes in bionic body parts. They possessed a large rectangular metal box at their left hand which fuses with their fleshy forearm in a painful way, like the flesh was melted to glue the metal box to the arm. The arm also sports a big cylinder that protrudes from said box, its purpose leave little to imagination. Their eyes were still the same though; the red orbs of hatred and anger toward humanity in general.

I dropped the fucker with a well-aimed shot through his left eye. While Sakuya can beat me in 6 yards pistol range nobody can fuck with me above 100 miles with a rifle. As soon as he falls, two more took his place, a regular Baron of Hell and a Hell Knight. Except this one carries a large circular metal shield that he used to protect its comrade.

"Motherfucker!" I yelled loudly. "That motherfucker carried some metal shield shit!"

A bunny soldier beside me nodded, shouldering her bazooka to her shoulder. It was a simple RPG-7 with the rocket's head coloured in dark green for high-fragmentation. She fired at the demon holding the shield; the rocket-propelled grenade flew toward the demons with remarkable speed. The demon took notice of this and raised its shield to protect him and his superior.

To our horror, the shield held.

"Motherfucker!" The rabbit beside me finally broke her silence by repeating my earlier sentiment. "Rockets didn't do shit!"

"FD coming! 12 o'clock! High!"

I let off another shot to a softer target, an unlucky Revenant who got his torso blasted from its leg with a shot to its stomach. The demon resolves was strong, so it settled on clawing toward us by its skinny long arms. Another sharpshooter beside me took care of him. I cursed again as I saw another type of demons that I wished I'll never fight again.

It is roughly the size of an imp, just a few centimetres above the top. They wore nothing of sort, opting to go buck naked. They may breed like human does as I saw some sports ridiculously large penis. Some would joke that they might be great in bed if domesticated, but after seeing what they did back in the Circle of Lust…

Ugh, the fucking memories… Anyway, they are the same shade of brown like their impish companion. So what makes them different than the average imp I killed every day? They have a pair of broad leathery wings to provide flight and carry a single black spear with jagged spearhead that will stuck inside a man's chest if struck deep enough. They also have a pair of long curled horn like a ram which they sometimes used to head-butt an enemy like a ram.

And they are coming to my direction fast!

"Fuck you!" I yelled, dropping an imp with a shot to his shoulder. I missed several shot afterward, but the closer they get, the more intense the rate of fire they have to dodge, and they're not as good as dodging as any respectable Youkai in Gensokyo. By the time they reached us, we already cut down a good chunk of them.

But they breached our defence, and our only hope is for the soldiers on the roof to stop them from opening the gates inside out. In short, I have to fuck their shit up.

The first one tries to impale me from above as he landed, but I sidestepped and shot him point blank underneath his chin. Two more landed beside me, eager for blood. The one on the left struck forward with its spear, its demonic aura intoxicating in close-quarter. I sidestepped the blow and used his momentum to force him to stab its own companion at my right, only succeeding on creating a small gash to its abdominal muscle. I smacked the first one with my rifle butt and followed up with a straight Spartan kick to his chest. I turned around quickly and parried the wounded gargoyle with my rifle. I knocked the spear aside with my rifle butt and brought it back to his temple with a quick fluid move, disorienting him. I smacked him again at his right cheek, forcing him to turn around. I kicked him between his legs, possibly breaking his nutsack. With a single blow I crushed his head with my rifle. I turned around to see my comrade put a round between the second gargoyle's eyes, only to be impaled from above by another gargoyle.

"You demonic fuck!" I yelled. The demon that impaled said soldier turned around and looked straight into my hate-filled eyes. He scoffed and with a mighty heave, threw the dying bunny soldier toward me. Pieces of flesh was ripped from the gash that the spear inflicted, its jagged edge tears off part of the bunny's chest as it flew toward me. I rolled to my right, only to realise that I rolled myself off the building's edge.

Controlling my panic, I activated my flight spell and levitated above the roof to obtain a clear shot at that asshole. The fucker was fast. He knew what I was doing, so he charged toward me. I have no choice but to retreat as the fucker flew toward me with a vengeance.

To my horror, the gargoyles were fighting against the bunny soldier's on the walls. The bunny soldiers were holding up on their own, but several unfortunate girls were thrown off the edge into the spinning blade, a victim of a trap designed to protect her. The gargoyles was grinning, sensing the desperation the bunny girls has when fighting them off with whatever they got.

I pulled out my pistol and wildly shot at my attacker behind me, buying me more time to react. The gargoyle was forced to retreat to dodge my bullets. I used the time he wasted by turning around and zeroing into his chest. He charged again, this time eating lead through his jaw and puked out the bullet by his spine, ending the dogfight.

I heard whispers, silent threat that tugged at the back of my head like the malevolent thought I kept in check for my whole life. I knew the voices very well; it was the voice of this damned sex gargoyles. The first time I fought them, they were punishing a maiden in the Circle of Lust with their dick. Yes, they essentially raped their inhabitant forever with their massive cock. I remember how their victim's stomach bulged out from the sheer girth of the penis, only to burst out in a shower of blood and guts as the victim's body was unable to keep up with the extremely violent fornication the gargoyles forced them to do. Their penis was not only ginormous, but dotted with hard carapace and smelly pus, a mockery of the object men used to subdue women and their influence on a woman's life.

They usually howled and chittered with glee as their victim begged them to stop, their smelly seed even burns their throat as they forced either the male or female victim to ingest their semen. They usually taunted their victim with lewd and dominant sexual humiliation, something that seal them a special place in Hell. And that's what they are doing right now; they were taunting the girls, saying that once it is all over, they will rape every hole they have until nothing was left. Their throbbing member and wide shark grins etched fear on the bunny soldiers, for all of them are females, and most of them are blushing virgins.

If there's one thing I can't stand, that is a fucking rapist.

A demon who was designed to torture women by raping them threatens my friends with rape? I took a deep breath and casted a spell on me, absorbing every hateful demonic element the invaders have. My eyes burned with fury and pain from sheer hatred, the demonic aura reinforced my already unyielding wrath. My heart pumped twice as hard, the veins in my arms and body popped like cords of solid rope under my skin.

One of them manages to pin down a rabbit soldier on the ground and ready to penetrate her with his penis. She cried for help, for anybody to save her. Her sisters were too busy fighting off the gargoyle's cacodemon bodyguards. The gargoyle straddling on her slapped her hard, hissing that nobody will save her this time, not even her god. With a wide grin, the gargoyle lowered his body toward the screaming maiden's body… and was tackled by an unknown force. The gargoyle was too surprised to react, the evidence was his lack of reaction as he was thrown off the wall and fell onto the spinning blades underneath, another demonic victim the cruel machine made by Kappas has taken.

The bunny looked up; her wide blue eyes stared fearfully at her saviour. Heh, they always say that I became a demon back in Hell. It doesn't matter now; my humanity will serves to hesitate me in the moment where I need perfect clarity. Quietly, I counted the amount of gargoyles I have to fight up here.

8 gargoyles, 8 cacodemon and a Pain elemental (Scratch that, a lone bunny soldier just blasted the fucker off the sky with a fucking RPG). The girls was engaging with the gargoyles in a brutal melee, fist, foot, knee, spears and knives was swung and thrown with desperate ferocity as both party struggled to gain the upper hand. Both evenly matched in a way, but a small change can tip the balance of the fight.

I grinned. That's why I created the BFG Division.

I slung my rifle to my back. When under the influence of Berserk, your bare fist deals more damage than any rifle you have at your disposal (Unless you're packing a fucking minigun). With an explosive roar, I charged forward into the fray.

Berserk is a devastating spell when used by the right fighter. Berserk gave three main effects during a fight. First, heightened sensory awareness...

The smell of blood was always prevalent to every Youkai I met, signifying their hidden bloodlust. It make sense for them to reek of blood anyway, they did eat human to stay alive… But what I smell now is nothing like the blood I used to smell on my friend's body.

Smelly, sour blood of the demon mixed together with the metallic stench of the lesser Youkai hangs in the air, mixing with the smoky flavour of gunpowder and lead. The whistling sound of bullets slinging through the sky ringed my ears as if somebody was scratching their new blackboard with a sharp iron nail. I roared louder to drown the ringing sound in my ear, it hurts.

Second, superhuman physical capability…

Unending stamina, unbreakable pain endurance and immense strength were the bane of many enemies facing off a BFG soldier. Not only their physical stamina was boosted beyond adrenaline's natural power, their muscles exert much more energy to deliver devastating blows to their foes. Any attack by their foes was rendered null against a BFG when they are in Berserk mode. Unless their whole body was torn up piece by piece, the warrior will ignore every wound he or she has and strike with the same ferocity they have before.

The first gargoyle flew toward me, eager to impale me like a shis-kebab. I sidestepped his blow and grabbed his spear by the shaft. With my other hand, I delivered a devastating left hook on the bastard's temple when he was still flying. My immense strength split open his skull in a glorious shower of blood.

And lastly, a savage lust for blood…

The shower of blood splattered all over my face, enveloping me in a warm, sticky embrace of scarlet fluid. I grinned even wider, my lips smacking on the anticipation of tasting more. One curious yet effective trait of the spell changes our taste buds to accommodate the new taste that we came to crave; Blood. On normal circumstances, blood tasted like warm liquid metal. Imagine ingesting that by several cup like my vampire boss did. What I tasted was sweet, delectable nectar dribbling from my forehead into my mouth. Oh, how bloody delicious it was…

The second one lunged forward and brought the spear into a wide arcing sweep, only for me to roll underneath the blow. A single uppercut to his chin decapitated the fucker by sheer force only. That's the effect of Berserk; your bare fist is all you need to tear open a demon's ribcage.

My senses were screaming at me, so I turned around and gave a spinning roundhouse kick to a cacodemon who was cheeky enough to sneak up behind me. The offending demon was thrown by sheer force of the kick into a watchtower right beside the large mansion's gate. The demonic gasbag let out a sound akin to a deflating balloon as it slid off the wall, leaving behind a trail of green slime in its wake.

I turned around to see a bunny Youkai being impaled by another gargoyle. The gargoyle descended from the sky to the poor soldier's head, impaling her at her chest. He stood up, holding the poor bunny Youkai aloft with his spear. With a gleeful cry, he threw the corpse at me. It would hit me if it was not for my Berserk plus FOCUS induced senses.

I sidestepped the flying corpse. The demon intended on skewering me alive as he threw his spear to my direction. I ducked underneath the flying missile and bolted straight to that son of a bitch. He anticipated this as he swung his claw at me. The blow connects, creating three ugly claw marks on my jacket. The substance woven along the seam of my jacket is stronger than Kevlar, so the damage was superficial. But that blow only serve to fuel my rage. The fucker swung with his right hand this time, but I caught it with my left hand and punched his shoulder with a right hook, ripping off the arm in the process.

I left him screaming on the ground and moved on for my next customer, another gargoyle. This one is smart; instead of facing me in a fistfight he decided to use his arcane magic to throw green fireballs to me. Being a Bullet Hell Player, I dodged his pathetic attempt for a bullet patterns by flying overhead. His face scrunched up in hatred as he conjured another ball of flames in a straight line. I almost laughed as the balls harmlessly flew beside me as I dived straight to him. He raised his arm to fire another bolt, only for me to tackle him to the ground mercilessly. Before he could react I gave a devastating double hammerfist to his head, disintegrating it into a fine pile of mush.

I heard a shriek and some hot air, so I rolled away to dodge an incoming demon ball. The said demon who spit out the ball respectfully keeps his distance high in the sky, knowing that I'll tear him apart as well. He was then shot down by one of the snipers at the mansion's rooftop.

I felt another presence in my back. I twirled around to see another gargoyle with a spear charging toward me, only to be interrupted by another bunny soldier with a shotgun. The buckshot staggered the sex demon right at the edge of the wall. The bunny doesn't even stop, with all her might she charged forward and kicked the demon bastard at his ass, kicking him off the edge. The demon manages to unfurl his wings and flew up again to mete out his wrath to his attacker, only for him to greet my palm with his face. I squeezed the bastard's head hard, letting his agonizing scream drown out the stinging in my ear. I squeezed more, and blood spurted out in gouts between my fingers. Oh, the sweet, sweet blood. I crave more, so I squeezed even harder. With a harsh tug, I ripped off the fucker's face with my hand, leaving his skinless face to scream for eternity. I left him behind to deal with other gargoyles at the end of the walkway.

At the end of the walkway there are three bunny girls swinging their rifle around like clubs to fend off the flying gargoyles, which harries them by flying above their range and poked occasionally with their spears. The girls have nowhere to run as they were backed to a watchtower's wall. From the blood-stained canopy of said watchtower I can safely assume that the sniper up there was killed off.

I grabbed one of the cruel spear they carry around, their hateful demonic aura almost palpable in said weapon. I absorbed the demonic aura from the weapon, healing the light cut from my chest. I owed Nitori my life again. If it wasn't for her new material, my hoodie might end up ripped to ribbons alongside several inches of my flesh. With a baleful cry, I threw the spear to the unsuspecting demons, catching one off-guard and impaling him at his stomach to the watchtower.

One down, two more to go…

The gargoyles shrieked even louder in their unholy tongue. The first one charged at me while his buddy decided to stay behind to throw some demonic green shit at me. At the corner of my eyes I saw that the cacodemons who was busy fighting off the ground forces focused their sight at me, releasing their barrage of electrical demon balls toward my direction. I scoffed at their pathetic attempt for Danmaku and took a step back.

The demon took this as an act of cowardice, so the gargoyle throws his spear at me. I caught the spear mid-air and turned around to give them my middle finger. Their eyes narrowed with anger. The weapon-less gargoyle ran straight to me, intent on tearing me apart with his clawed hands. But one thing that I learned in my time in Hell and world outside Gensokyo is that bullets do not discriminate.

His friend from the sky does not count the trajectory of his projectile properly, so his friend on the ground pays the price. The gargoyle howled in agony as the friendly fire burned his back. I remember being hit by one of those. If it wasn't for my enhanced endurance I might end up flat on my back a burning husk on the ground. I didn't wait for him to react as I grabbed the demon by the throat and twisted it violently. The sickening crunch of said gargoyle signifies the death of this fucking demon by my hand.

Now, for the final push…

The one on the ground rushed at me in terrifying speed, only to overshoot a considerable distance as I rolled underneath his swoop. I turned around and rushed at him as he turned around. He recovers his stance and resumed to his former plan which is charging balls to the walls.

His clawed fingers tore another gash on my right arm as we both launched our attack simultaneously. His finger left a long vertical cut from my wrist to my elbow as my fist travelled right beside his own. But I'm under the influence of Berserk, so such trivial pain is ignored. Instead, my fist connects to his chest knocking the wind out of him and pushes him a few step backward. Still reeling from the blow, he tries to levitate himself with his wing. The blow might have ruptured his lungs or sternum as he coughed up thick black blood from his mouth. Before he can get far, I grabbed him by his ankle and brought his body back to the floor with a hard slam. I then proceed to slam him back and forth on the ground to soften him up. With a final slam (I slammed him to the floor 10 times) I turned around and threw it at the only surviving cacodemon; the corpse deformed the oversized meat balloon and threw said cacodemon to the roof of Eintei mansion. Two soldiers on the roof saw the incoming projectile and successfully rolled away.

My Berserk-addled mind was confused by the lack of demons to kill. Was there several Cacodemons before? If I was sane back then, I might notice that their corpse was on the ground, oozing blood like a water fountain from their immeasurable amount of bullet holes.

After wiping out the gargoyles on the wall I finally noticed the lack of metal humming that I heard before the fight. My mind may have been clouded by rage, but it can still notice danger when faced with one. We just ignore them entirely unless we can't deal it with our fist.

I peered over the edge of the wall only to see rows of blades standing in rapt attention, their shiny blade glistens with blood on the hot afternoon sun. I should not see the blades stand still. It never stops spinning, for once the blade stopped spinning, demons can break through the walls.

I saw the culprit, a large circular shield was lodged at the blade's axle, disrupting the mechanical gears that connect the whole system of spinning blades to spin at the same time and continuously spin even if nobody was there to maintain it. The generator acts both as a dynamo and a battery for the blades, charging more energy for the battery to spin as well as making more for them to continue spinning. Sometimes the energy wasn't enough, so some fairy or Youkai shall tend for the generator by injecting some electric shock on their system.

Further down the road, I found a corpse of the same Hell Knight with the shield. His guts was torn across the floor, but his sacrifice was no in vain as his massive bulk was lodged at the axles of one of the spinning blade's segment. I saw several squads of black and white imps standing behind providing supressing fire as their heavier pinkie comrades bloodies their faces to try and rip off the blade with their teeth. While it can be jammed by outside force, the Kappa make sure that nothing can break a Kappa's invention except for another Kappa invention designed to break that invention.

Reisen and her squad of Bunny Youkai were at the blades, using their standard issue combat knife to cut the long bloody rope from the demon's spilled gut. Tewi and two other Bunny Youkai armed with NSAW-01 blasted any fucker coming too near their allies. Along the wall's fortification Bunny soldiers armed with light machine guns and assault rifles peppered the oncoming demons with hot lead with varied success thanks to the latter part focusing their full attention on the blades.

I felt a hot rush of pride as I saw every smoking barrel the soldier's wielded. They may have the appearance of a soft, cute woman, but they are dependable and skilled soldiers ready to fight to their last breath without second thought. I maybe the Sniper of Gensokyo, but their skills and assistance will help us claim victory.

In war, nobody fights alone.

Grinning like a madman, I jumped from the wall and flew straight to a group of imps, rage in my heart and a just cause in my mind. I am Alex Armin, I am a proud explorer of the Scarlet Devil, I am the creator of the Scarlet Devil BFG Division and I am a Hell Walker, and they shall feel my wrath!