I took a deep breath and leaped from the cliff. As I fell, I remembered my burning hatred for demons. It was their mistake to challenge me. I knew that once I landed, there would be no easy way back. I didn't care; they had to die.

I landed in a large puddle of blood. Hellish stalagmites sprouted from the ground. The demons would come to battle me soon enough. When they did, I'd be ready to rip and tear. I wouldn't leave a single trace behind.

Sure enough, the Hellspawn came. Their maws dripped with saliva, eager to devour my flesh. They could hiss and growl and screech and groan all they wanted. It wouldn't change the fact they were going to die. I pulled my familiar ripcord and let my chainsaw roar for me.

I charged at the wave of Hellish abominations. Using only my chainsaw, I cut down the first few rows. I only stopped because I ran out of gas. A Cacodemon floated its bulbous form toward me. I jumped up to its eye level and plunged my fist into its one green eye.

The Cacodemon fell to the ground, blind and as good as dead. I drew the upgraded Unmaker and fired the demonic weapon. The hordes fell in smoldering piles of bones and blood, their pained cries forever immortalized on the expressions of their skulls. The Hellish horde stood no chance. I carried on, stained in demonic blood. Hell would feel the bitter sting of defeat this day. I'd make sure of it.