Light seized the demon's horned head before wrenching it back with a powerful pull and he smiled widely as he reveled in the simple act of violence. All around him, bodies of an uncountable number of demons lie. The grim result of his long crusade.
The demons have invaded Japan for the better part of the decade now. Their presence a constant, unrelenting nightmare. For years, they had poured in from the shadows, attacking without warning, their strikes brutal and merciless. Towns and cities, once bustling with life, had become battlefields, and every day was marked by the fear of their next assault. The relentless onslaught seemed endless, with no sign of respite on the horizon.
"Misa!" Light shouted as he crushed another demon's head with the void of his right fist. "Is the ritual ready or not?!"
"No worry, Light!" A voice rang out. Misa, the dark priestess who served him for many years since he began the crusade. "We have more than enough demon blood to begin the ritual! We can commence it now!" Her hands moved swiftly, already preparing the dark runes on the ground, her fingers tracing lines in the crimson liquid that stained the earth. Around them, the air seemed to hum with energy, thick with the promise of something powerful and dangerous.
Though to Light, all he felt was the promise of sweet vengeance.
The ritual, long planned and carefully crafted, was about to begin. Every second counted, and there was no turning back now. The demon blood, pooled in the intricate patterns, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, glowing faintly in the dim light. The air grew heavy with tension, charged with an ominous energy.
"It's almost done, Light!" Shouted Misa, kneeling beside the blood-soaked circle. "I can feel the souls of untold millions upon millions of demons on the other side! Your vengeance is nigh!"
"Do it," Light said, his voice hardening. A demon who thought himself brave charged at him, but Light simply kicked the fiend in the chest, his left leg wreathed in the flame of the heavenly host's righteous wrath and annihilated its torso. "Let's finish this."
With a final, resonant chant, Misa completed the incantation, her fingers trembling as they traced the last of the runes in the air. The earth beneath her feet seemed to shudder, and the very air thickened, growing cold and suffocating. A low, ominous hum reverberated through the ground as a swirling vortex of shadows began to tear through the fabric of reality. The sky above her darkened, blurring into a swirl of ink-black clouds, and the world around her seemed to distort, as though reality itself was bending. Slowly, the rift widened, its edges crackling with dark energy, and from within, a chilling whisper reached her ears—a voice that was not of this world. The air grew impossibly heavy, charged with malevolent power, as the gateway to Hell yawned open before her, ready to unleash its horrors upon the world.
"Well done, Misa," Light said, his voice cold but edged with a rare note of approval. "You've been a terrible servant for much of your life, but today... you've finally proven your worth."
With those words, Light stepped into the portal and was instantly immersed in chaos. The world around him twisted into a frenzy of destruction—screams, gnashing maws, and the sickening sounds of demonic battle trumpets echoed through the air as the very fabric of reality seemed to unravel.
Before him stretched an army of demons, legions upon legions of fiendish creatures, their twisted forms darkening the horizon like a tide of pure malice. The ground trembled beneath their countless feet as the air grew thick with the stench of brimstone and blood. At the forefront of this dark horde stood the Princes of Hell, their imposing figures towering above the rest, each one exuding an aura of ancient power and malevolent intent so strong it would wither every life on Earth ten thousand times over.
Light paid the advancing horde no mind. His gaze was fixed on something far more significant—the presence lurking behind the army, hidden within the safety of his fortress. The one who had sent his minions to torment Light endlessly, too cowardly to face him directly. As his eyes locked onto the figure, a cold smirk spread across his face. The time for hiding was over.
"Satan!" Light bellowed, his voice echoing through the very fabric of Hell. "I will have my vengeance, and no force in this world or the next will stop me!"
On that day, Hell knew carnage.