Rage and fear is what I felt.
If I have time to calm down and rest for a few second I might notice that my knuckles were bleeding profusely despite my thick fingerless glove. I don't care for that trivial matter though; it doesn't matter when everything can be taken away in the blink of an eye.
It's funny how easy it was to take a life though, even demons can be killed. I learned it the hard way back in Gensokyo and been using those knowledge for the last…I can't remember how long I was trapped in hell. Am I still in hell? Are those demon's real? Is heaven real? Is god angry at me so He decided to throw me here but never expected me to fight back furiously?
Nobod gave me the answer to my question; everybody was killed by my hands. Especially this ugly white imp underneath me. His face was nothing but a mess thanks to me bashing his face in without abandon.
Logic and consciousness returned to me as the immediate danger was rectified, and so is the pain. My knuckles were split from me smashing and parrying demons left and right. The pain was sudden, so I clutched my fist in silent agony as I took a glance to my surrounding.
Where was I? Where am I actually? I don't even know where I end up at. All I remember is that I end up in a demon base for no fucking reason except some goddamn demon asshole decides to attach a fucking portal pad in my usual route in the Forest of Magic and ends up inside a hell stronghold. Then the fucking cherry on top of the fucking shit sundae is that the portal pad somehow ends up with no fucking power at all and I have to switch on the power on in this portal pad. Guess what? This bloody portal pad was situated in a demon stronghold; the ones assigned to scout out the human world and ended up in Gensokyo.
This demons means trouble, and I must return to Gensokyo and warn the others!
I'm inside a room, what purpose this hall serves eludes me as it contained nothing but two long chairs and a coffee table made from bones and flesh. My rifle was lying on the ground beside a Hell Knight who got my knife jammed in his left eye. The room was covered in blood and bodies, such was my handiwork.
I stood up slowly, taking care not to put stress on my weary leg. How many times did I stomp an imp's head on the ground, how many times did I kicked a Hell Knight's crotch to stun them before I kill them with a knife to the jugular or a bullet through the head? I lost track of how many demons I killed in here. It doesn't matter how much you kill or how did I do it, I'll do everything and anything to survive.
With careful and calculated steps I returned to my fallen rifle and examined the weapon. Goddamn, 20-something banzai charge and some impromptu batting practise and still this German-made rifle operates like a dream. I smiled quietly to myself. Truly this was the best purchase of my life.
7 rounds. That's all I have for the scoped kar98k. If I don't aim at their weak spot they will only be stopped for a few second before returning to their attack. They can use magic, or whatever the weird primal aura I felt from them and the surrounding. This is not the magic I knew or used to.
Bah, no matter. I fought magic-slinging Youkai on a daily basis. This is nothing.
7 rounds, 8 pistol magazine and a knife. This is bad, I am burning through ammo quickly and I don't see any convenient ammo depot or undead Nazi sniper to replenish my bullets. I haven't used my 1911 yet, but at this rate I end up using them in the end.
Fuck. Here I am in hostile territory, supply running out and alone against an unknown number of demons in this labyrinth. What chances do I have of surviving here anyway? The bullets are my life now. I'm good as dead anyway when both my rifle and pistol ran out.
I took a sip from my canteen; the fresh, cold water reinvigorates my parched throat. I can't stop now, I just can't. I can't go back, I'll end up trapped as waves after waves of demons came rolling through the gate. Going forward means facing unknown danger and enemy, and from what I learned from those fuckers, failure is not an option.
I gritted my teeth. I'm not staying here.