ARMAGEDDON

16: Violence

'What are you doing here?" I asked Malice.

Malice shrugged and said "Daniel told me to find you, so I did that."

"So where is Daniel?" Alexandra asked.

As if her question was answered, a demon head came bouncing down near my foot. I looked in the direction that it came from, and saw a weird version of a mosh pit. Daniel was in his power armor, and he seemed to be indifferent to a Brute smashing it's fist into his helmet. In response, Daniel put his fist through the Brute's skull, and ripped out the brain, the speakers of his helmet letting out an audible war cry.

Malice said "It's about to get a lot more dangerous here. We've got a huge horde of them coming."

We all heard snarling demons and the sound of thunderous footsteps, which meant a lot of them were coming. I looked around for a weapon, any kind of a weapon. I found a rusty pump action shotgun with plenty of shells, and forcefully pried it from the corpse that held it. The skeletal arms came off, but I shook them off the shotgun.

We were in some kind of arena, surrounded on all sides by a wall. Daniel finished his conflict, and came stomping up, covered in the black oil that was demon blood.

"You need a weapon?" I asked Daniel.

"No. Not with my power armor. It's a reactive suit, the more damage I take, the more the armor reinforces itself until it breaks." Daniel replied.

An Imp dropped down, and Alexandra killed it with a shot to the head. Myrmidons jumped down into the arena, followed by Reapers, Imps, Brutes, and Infernals. A blast of Hell energy struck the ground, revealing a demon lord.

This demon lord was eight feet tall, and his body was covered in a carapace of dense bone. He was covered in skulls of all shapes and sizes, his head was also covered by a natural carapace, horns sticking out of his head. He had six burning eyes, and a mouth that dripped blood.

The demon lord said "I am Orkath, Lord of Violence. This arena is my Crucible of Agony. All who come here, die."

Daniel scoffed and said "Your eyes would make for some fuckin awesome night lights."

Orkath yelled, and this was a cue for the horde of demons to charge us. Alexandra was picking off some demons, their bodies temporarily impeding the horde.

Working the shotgun was a bitch, it was pretty rusted out. An Imp tackled me, and I hit it across the face with the stock, and proceeded to bash its brains out by repeatedly smashing its face with the stock. Once the shotgun was covered in enough blood, the pump slid back with a loud click, and I pushed it forward, the reassuring sound of shells feeding into the chamber seemed to echo.

A Myrmidon snarled at me and swung a mace made of bone at my direction, and I sent his ass back to oblivion with a well placed shot to to the face.

As the Myrmidon fell, a pack of Infernals shambled in, and I didn't bother wasting ammo on the abominations. A boot to the face easily dispatched one, another one was easily killed by putting my fist into its chest cavity, and coldly watching as the thing's organs spilled onto the ground. I ripped off the arm of another Infernal, and beat it to death with its own limb. Alexandra killed the last Infernal, quickly shifting her scope to other targets. Daniel was going toe to toe with a Reaper. Even though he was dealing considerable damage, he was getting his ass kicked as another Reaper lunged into the fray, tackling Daniel as a result. Malice ran off to help him, cutting off the arm of one of the Reapers with her Hellsword. I turned my attention to Orkath himself, the ugly son of a bitch was angry. His eyes burned bright with a hateful glint, a malevolent intelligence behind those eyes.

"So you are the one that slayed Abaddon. How pitiful, considering he was a Fallen Angel, and you were nothing but an evolved ape." said Orkath.

I put the shotgun into play, and replied "I've got time for you, asshole. Get some."

Orkath roared with ferocious glee, and swung at me, blades of flame extending from his wrists. I narrowly dodged his slashes, but a couple made their mark, cutting through my armor and cauterizing my flesh. I pulled the trigger, unleashing a spray of death into Orkath's chest, wounding him badly. Yet he fought on. I racked the slide, loading another shell into the chamber.

Orkath swatted me in the face, stunning me, causing me to drop the shotgun. He grabbed me by my left arm, and bit into it. To my horror, his teeth bit through my armor, directly into the flesh. As his teeth dug through flesh, then tendons and ligaments, and finally the bone, I was busy screaming. With my right hand, I was punching out Orkath's eyes. One by one his many eyes went dim, until only two of his eyes burned with that hateful light. Orkath's demonic face was also covered in oily blood, his blood. He was busy chewing on my arm. He ate my fucking arm. I was my missing my arm at the fucking elbow. Give me that shit back, asshole.

The medical protocol of my armor was administering anesthetics to keep me from entering shock. Orkath was stunned from me gouging his eyes out. With my good arm, I reached out and gripped the trigger well angrily. With one arm, I raised the barrel of the shotgun to his head, and shoved the barrel into his maw.

I pulled the trigger, and the back of his demonic head sprayed brains out behind him. I felt incredibly woozy as I absorbed Orkath's soul. I dropped the shotgun, and felt darkness swimming around me. As I fell to the ground, I gazed in horror at my worst nightmare staring down at me. The Specter loomed over me, and I looked around me. The others were still fighting on against the remaining hordes, but they were too busy to notice my problem. I tried to cry for help, but I was losing blood and consciousness fast. As my eyes slid shut, the Specter reached it's hand out over my face. Please God not like this-