Throughout the forest the sounds of life are abundant and everything is peaceful,suddenly the tranquility is shattered by the sudden appearance of two beings standing in a smoldering, and in some places molten, crater created by the incredible energies of their arrival. The demon immediately let out a wail of agony at the unexpected event of having been ripped in twain. Not one to let opportunity pass, the sorcerist immediately dispatched the creature with the large caliber handgun kept at his waist.
Years of experience forced him continue and not stop to observed the scenery, filling the still partially molten crater with any wood, grass, and burnable materials he could find creating a pyre to cremate the demon's remains, or at least what's left of them. Soon enough, a large bonfire wass raging and he started the the gruesome task of dismembering the body and chucking the pieces into the flames. Hours passed before the last piece was claimed by the fires and he tries to contact headquarters,
"HQ this is sorcerist codename Requiem, the demon has been killed and it's remains destroyed, requesting extraction, Over."
"..." there is no response so he tries again,
"HQ this is Requiem please respond, Over."
"..." still nothing, there isn't any malfunction with his equipment and it would be impossible for him to be out of range because there wasn't anyplace on Earth that was out of touch due to the numerous satellites in orbit.
A disconcerting thought occurred as his head snapped skywards, searching the heavens for the tell-tale traveling star representing a satellite. While there is always at least two visible at night, he's unable to find even one. Still searching he couldn't even find a single constellation or stellar landmark that was even the slightest bit familiar.
A sickening realization fell upon him as he braced himself against a nearby tree because his legs were now unable to support the incredibly massive weight that seemed to fall upon him. He turned so his back was now against the bark of the tree and slowly slid his back down the rough bark of the tree until he is slumped into a seated position with his legs splayed out in front of him. Leaning back he closed his eyes to rest as the adrenaline racing through him, left his bloodstream. Quiet at first but slowly gaining volume; the low, deep chuckles coming forth from the sorcerist turns into the hysterical laughter of a lunatic, any animals that thought it safe to return scatter from the disturbing sounds echoing through the night. After stretching for what seems like hours, the laughter fades away. Just before he fell asleep, a humorless smile appeared on his face as he thought about his situation,"I guess this is what happens when you fly cheap," before he finally drifted into a thankfully dreamless sleep, for tomorrow will be full of startling discoveries and he need his all the rest he can get.