The 6th portal leads to the Wrath ring, the ring that Imps are native to. Here Hell's most savage beasts roam, the Locals hunting and domesticating them, this is where Hell's food supply comes from.
Maytech soldiers head through the portal to a land that was more country than any of the other rings, they split into groups as the others are doing, one heading towards volcanos with balls of lava hanging over them in the distance
"Reminds me of home" a maytech soldier remarks
"Lava balls and volcanos remind you of home?" His colleague asks, confused
He rolls his eyes underneath his helmet, smiling "I meant the countryside, I was a farmhand as a kid, the lava balls do remind me of my mothers cooking though"
"What did she make?" The infantry soldier says as he inspects his weapon
"Spicy meatballs made with chili she cooked herself, delicious as 'hell' " he chuckles
"I wanna shoot you so bad right now," a sniper walking in front of them says "that joke was terrible"
Another person walks by them, wearing black military gear with a black cloak
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"Let's keep moving." The man says, his voice sounding robotic.
"Who is that again?" He asks, looking to the tank he was previously talking to.
"The gun for hire we were assigned, his file is mostly N/A, aside from his name, Matar, and what he can do." the tank says.
"What is it that he can do?" The shotgunner asks, curious.
"Kick the shit out of anything we tell him too"
Suddenly the group hears hooves stomping against the ground and starts to become more alert. They see many imps riding horses riding towards them, the one leading them is a known imp known as striker
"Well look what we have here fellas, trespassers," Striker says with a smile, circling the group, who has their firearms ready in case things gets ugly. "What do you want?" Striker asks
None of the Maytech soldiers say anything, neither does Matar
"Silent treatment eh? Well If you arent going to speak I might as well-"
Striker pulls out his glowing black and white M1875 Remington army revolver and aims at one of the soldiers, ready to fire, in response matar slices all the horse's legs off, causing their riders to fall off
"You get what you pay for," a soldier says, referencing to Matars efficiency
Strikers' gang pull out their pistols and start to fire at their invaders. Striker, however, takes a more up close and personal approach, taking out a Bowie knife and killing 2 of the soldiers before charging at Matar, who now has flaming knives in his hand, the two dueling with blades.
"You are better than most of your kind, Impressive" Matar says as Striker almost grazes his neck, before grabbing his arm and throwing him away from the firefight "but not good enough"
Striker responds by head butting Matar in the stomach, then grabbing his arm and spinning into a kick to the side of his head, then grabs his knife back
"I killed a prince of hell, How's that for impressive, cunt?" Striker smirks as he twirls the knife in his hands
"As I said, impressive" Matar says
Striker jumps up to stab Matar in the chest, but Matar simply kicks him out of the air and back onto the ground, them places one of his blades at his throat
"Stand down," he says to Striker, a few seconds later the Maytech Soldiers stop attacking the demons and they stop attacking the soldiers per Striker's orders, Matar helps Striker up and they walk back to the two groups.
"Why didn't you kill us," one of Strikers' goons asks.
"We have an opportunity for you little devils." a tank says
"And what would that be?" Striker asks
The same tank looks down at Striker "You join us"
"And what's your end goal?" The snake-like imp says
"Stick it to Lucifer" the tank responses
"We're in then"
"I said YOU, Striker, your friends aren't as useful, do what you wish with them, but they won't be joining us, as they couldn't even take us down, they won't be able to handle the REAL devils"
"My pleasure" and without another word, Striker guns down his former crew, a bullet in the skull for each of them, he then turns to his new comrades
