Malevolence of Macrid

Chapter Three The Main Goal

I wake up in a bloodied heap on the dead grass. My ears are ringing painfully loudly. I open my eyes and let them focus.
I feel weak and nauseous. There's an odd smell in the air-like charred meat and boiled blood. Speaking of blood, I'm covered in it. My body is completely black now.
The ringing in my ears slowly fades, and the rushing of a river comes into earshot.
'River Styx.'
Suddenly the memory of my main goal rushes into my mind. I have to get across the River. Then I can make it into the mortal world!
My reason for entering the mortal world is to destroy it. To burn it all to the ground. Why? Because the Angels will immediately blame the Demons, and then they'll have a full-out war. The Angels love their precious humans, and when every last one is viciously killed... well, they'll be pretty pissed off.
Also, the Angelic and Demonic won't stop fighting until we destroy each other. Then, and only then, my goal will be reached, and I'll be satisfied. I honestly don't care if I die in the war. I just want everyone else to die, too. But I admit, I do want to last until at least 95% of the Demons and Angels are dead. I don't have to worry about the humans, though-they'll all be dead by the time the war starts. But even if there are a few measly survivors (there always are) they'll probably kill each other off for their on stupid reasons. And even if they don't do that, they'll be killed on the battlefield.
My plan is fail proof! The only thing I have to worry about is other Demons coming after me. They probably won't risk their lives chasing me, though. I've heard a few talking about some group of humans who hunt and kill Demons.
That's pretty damn funny.
Demons are immortal, unless you use the right methods to kill us. Humans know the methods, but they won't be able to catch us and kill us. We're far too fast and strong.
I slowly crawl towards the River. I can feel my strength returning, but I don't want to jump up and risk wasting all of it. I sit next to the riverside, watching the ominous black water.
After a short while, I stand. I feel fine. Now I can cross. I take a few steps back, then get a running start and leap as far as I can across the River. When I plunge into the whispering depths, I start swimming quickly towards the other side. It seems that there are a lot more voices in the water today.
It's close. The shore is only a few yards away. I don't know why, but I feel anxious. No Demons are coming to get me, so why do I want to get to the shore as quickly as possible? It's not like the mortals are going anywhere.
Two yards. One yard. A few feet. I can reach out and touch it.
My feet hit the rocky bottom of the shore beneath the water, and I stand up straight, wading rapidly towards the shore.
I emerge from the water and take a deep breath.