A horrible sight greeted their eyes as they came upon the battlefield where they were supposed to fight against the supposedly strongest fighter of the game.
The corpses of the comrades they had sent ahead to ambush the guy lay scattered everywhere and there, right at the top of a hill and upon a throne that looked to be made of skulls he sat.
"About time you peasants got here", he greeted them as he snapped his fingers and started to levitate.
It was like the introduction of the final boss in a game, completely menacing and awe-striking as the weapons of their fallen comrades began to fly from the ground and were aimed at them by an unseen force.
"Now.... ENTERTAIN ME!" their enemy declared as shots were fired and weapons of all kinds came flying at them with the intent to kill.
The rumors were true about the player they knew as Baalstrum, AKA the Demonic Hurricane and as such, it was also true that challenging him would bring despair to any who saw him in battle.
"DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" the challengers' commander yelled out as they individually defended against the onslaught of weapons, to no avail.
His comrades could not hear him, nor could they currently see him and the commander soon understood why; their eyes were all clouded and looked as if they had been covered by glass.
Their own minds had been taken captive and now, even he could not move.
"Shall I give you despair?" the evil floating form asked him as the demon snapped his fingers and MADE his comrades murder one another as it floated close to him.
The demon known as Baalstrum looked like another player.
A mask of red that showed no eyes and forward-pointing horns of black paired with long, silvery hair that reached just above his waist and a long, regal-looking, grey winter coat with ebony-colored, light armored plating underneath with hands and arms that were bandaged; he truly looked like a final boss.
The commander was unable to speak, nor able to move. He knew this was just a game and knew he currently was not under any status effects, yet... he felt fear.
There were no words, no monologue, no explanation. Only a quick flash of light as his head was parted from his body.
It was over, and once more the battlefield was silent as the demon once more sat on his throne.
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Cursed Earth Online (First Cycle)
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