Brittany ran through the barren ndscape of mutated rats and bugs that crawled on the ground, seeking refuge from their prey. Countless insects, the size of eagles, swarmed overhead in a flock, searching for their meal as the malicious grunts of demons pulsated behind her.

  She was being chased.

  Over a dozen demonic brutes sprinted after her; some the size of imps while others stood seven feet tall with red skin and horns, ughing at her despair.

  These evil barbarians fed off of fear and empowered themselves with the concept of sin. It didn't matter how fast Brittany ran; if she was scared, they'd eventually catch up and ensve her among the rest of their so-called "cattle," which were humans.

  "Stay away from me!!" She begged for them to leave her alone, but they were merely empowered by her dread, enhancing their acceleration across the toxic wastend.

  "Meat, fresh meat!" The horde of demons was catching up in a short amount of time, despite their enormous hulking size. "Will eat!" Eventually, one of the imps jumped onto her leg and tripped her face first.

  "Aaaah!" Brittany fell, throwing her hands forward to break her fall, "Let me go, you little shit!" She used her other leg to kick the imp in the face, but it didn't budge. "Get the fuck off of me!!" It ughed at her struggle, now opening its maw to bite into her calf. "Gaaaahh!"

  She was at the mercy of these brutes as she crawled forward, digging her nails in the tarnished soil. Tears swelled up in her eyes, gritting her teeth as it chomped again, but this time, it bit a chunk of her flesh off.

  "Aaaaaghh!" She arched her head, yelling to the nonexistent heavens above—nobody could hear her except for the creatures of sin. Brittany refused to accept her fate. "I won't die! You fuckers won't kill me!!" She mustered up all her strength, kicking the imp once more, but it bit again in retaliation, resulting in significant blood loss.

  Brittany wailed in agony, feeling the hopelessness of her situation.

  "Someone, please!" She begged for someone to save her, but it would only attract more demons from afar. An entire swarm surrounded her; many had different depraved thoughts. "Someone kill me! Just Fucking kill me!!"

  Brittany didn't want to die by these creatures. Perishing at the hands of a demon results in being sent to the depths of hell to be tortured for all eternity. She wanted to prevent that outcome at all costs, but there was nothing she could do but plead.

  "S-Spare me, please! I'll do anything you want! You can even make me your breeding sow, just don't kill me!" She looked up at the demonic horde, many of whom ughed, while others advanced forward, grinning.

  "We mate with dy. Lady have our offspring! Lady will be pounded good!"

  Tears fell from her eyes as she gnced at the hulking beast in front of her.

  "By... all of you?"

  There were at least thirty demons waiting to use the human as their pything. There was no empathy within these creatures.

  "Lady will breed good!" The demon grasped her head, picking her up with retive ease. Brittany struggled in its grasp, but in the end, it was futile.

  She could only scream, shout, and kick her legs as she tried to escape.

  And then, there was a bloodcurdling scream as the sound of demons ughed in unison.

  +

  A jet-bck motorcycle traversed the vast wastends of a lost civilization, resonating with the sounds of its heavy engine. Atop the motorbike was Ishmael; a Demon hunter who managed to come across a city full of these creatures.

  He slowly came to a stop, feeling the dust blow in the wind before kick-standing his bike, and advancing on foot. Many demons were unaware of Ishmael's arrival; too busy pying with their "cattle", and feasting upon human flesh and bone. The city smelled of rotten corpses and feces, with the demonic brutes ughing like pigs.

  The Demonkind were known to kidnap humans and use them as sves, often telling them to build houses, vilges, and entire cities if possible. Most humans who decline are usually eaten alive or tortured until they die and are sent to the underworld. That was the harsh reality people had to accept.

  The City was known as Sodom, a pce of sin where demonkind get together for all sorts of depravity. Their culture was immoral, taking pleasure in human suffering and making entire holidays based on it. Some even have traditions of wearing human skulls around their waist as a sign of their hatred for mankind.

  Women were used as brood sows, while men were often used for architectural purposes with fewer benefits, and children were groomed by demonic forces, often brainwashed to follow one system of thought. But despite all that, there was one thing that stood out the most about this city; it was ruled by a human.

  She went by the name "Witch of Endor" and was a devoted follower of Lucifer himself.

  She was well-known among demonkind and often feared for her powerful sorcery that only Arch Demons were capable of manifesting.

  Lucifer trusted her the most—out of any human on earth—so she remained loyal and obedient, but Ishmael knew of this information and decided to pay her a little visit.

  Ambling through the City in his bck attire, the Demon Hunter stood out the most, but with him smelling of demonic blood as a hybrid, they outright ignored him, making it easier to bypass their security. They thought of him as nothing more than another demon among their society, too busy to care about his appearance.

  Ishmael came to a stop and gnced at a massive building in front of him that was crafted from otherworldly material. It was the rgest building in Sodom, where politics and city pnning were held. A meeting room is inside where the Witch of Endor hosts important meetings with intelligent demons of a higher css.

  This city was organized. Perhaps even more organized than Angel-X.

  "So this is it." Gazing at the entrance in front of him, he lifted his hand, pcing it against the door. "It's made out of Malignantnite. This shouldn't be a problem."

  Malignantnite was a metal made by combining Steel and an element from Hell known as Inferlion, at high temperatures. Steel is melted in a furnace before Inferlion is added to the molten steel to create Malignantnite.

  This metal was known for its devilish properties, emitting certain chemicals to infect people with hatred and sorrow, and brainwash them into an irrational monster. Prolonged exposure to this metal could make the righteous become wicked in a matter of minutes, and its durability was far superior to any material in the mortal universe. It's a reason why it was so rare and difficult to make.

  Ishmael's white gloved-hand began to glow as the cross on the dorsal side released a divine light.

  "Tarnish." Upon command, a holy light shot from his palm and marinated into the door, decomposing its entire structure. The Malignantnite door was no more, having its wicked effects rot away.

  Ishmael stepped over the crumbled door and ambled his way into the Capital of Sodom, analyzing his surroundings to be met with three demons standing far in front of him.

  "Who the hell are you?" One of the demons asked, slouching over, carrying a mace.

  "Three middle-css demons?"

  Ishmael was surprised. He expected Arch Demons to be guarding Sodom's Capital, but he was far from wrong.

  "You three won't be enough to stop me. Where are your Arch Demons?"

  "Arch Demons?! Kehehe!" The other demon, holding a pitchfork, ughed. "Don't need 'em for fools like you!"

  "Very well." Ishmael took a step forward before vanishing into thin air, leaving behind an afterimage. The demons were unable to react in time, watching the world spin in circles as their heads were severed from their body.

  The demon hunter pitied them not as he continued his advancement, holding a bloodied longsword in his hand.

  More middle-css demons came from the shadows, ambushing the demon hunter, but he would smite them down with the flick of his wrist, cutting their bodies in two.

  It was a dance of blood, and death was the harmony.

  No demon could match Ishmael's strength, not even those with a slight understanding of logic and strategy. He was simply too fast - too strong.

  He was in another league of his own.

  Swarms of them were tasked with the job of protecting the Witch of Endor, but each one failed and suffered at the tip of his bde.

  A nky bck demon lunged at him, but the hunter swiftly dodged and plunged his longsword into its chest. Molten ichor sprayed as the creature crumpled.

  Multiple lower-css demons appeared, their razor-sharp cws directed towards his face. Ishmael took out a hatchet, tossing it in a straight line and cutting through their linear formation. Each demon fell with a gurgle of pain.

  Meanwhile, several demons attempted to fnk him from behind, but he spun around with superhuman speed, tossing another hatchet into one of their skulls. The force knocked another demon backward as they stood up, turning tail to run.

  "This is a waste of my time." More reinforcements arrived, but Ishmael took out a vial of holy water, tossing it to the ground. The horde hissed in pain as their pathway was blocked off, giving rise to the Demon Hunter pulling out four daggers and hurling them towards their chests. Each reinforcement fell and turned to ash, destroyed by his enchanted tools.

  "You will not pass, Demon Hunter!" Blocking Ishmael's path straight ahead, more demons would group together, bold-faced, despite the massacre behind him.

  "I've come to see the Witch of Endor. If you value your lives, I would ask you to step aside and drop your weapons."

  The demons wouldn't budge. They stood their ground and guarded the door with utter determination.

  "We were told to protect the Witch of Endor by Lucifer at all costs!"

  "If that is what you wish."

  Ishmael lifted his longsword to the side and shrouded it in a fiery mantle. The demons gasped, watching the hunter prepare his attack as he took the stance of a rapier fencer.

  "Inferno Bze." Jabbing forward, the Demon Hunter unched a linear wave of fmes that burnt the demons into a crisp, despite their innate fire resistance. Such was the outcome of high-level sorcery and his skill in the arcane.

  Each demon fell to their knees, baffled as their souls returned to hell.

  There was no remorse in his eyes as he sheathed his bde, ambling towards the door.