Being alive is a mistake. Surviving the events on Phobos and Hell was a mistake. I should not be here. I should be dead, rotting with the others in the base or become part of Hell's armies. Me being alive here is a mistake and an insult to those that have died during this fight for life and death. Everyone would give up after escaping Hell itself and surrender. Because the things I've seen and fought is something no mortal man should ever see, deal or... do anything with them. But here I am. Stranded far away from the frontline. Where not too long ago I came back from the Underworld and I joined up with some marines to fight the demons. And wouldn't you know it: I was the only bastard that managed to escape the slaughter. The marines that I teamed up with not too long ago... All slaughtered... All dehumanized. And then there's me. Ended up, as mentioned before, stranded far away from the frontline into a UAC base. Not only that, but I'm back to square one. I have only my pistol with me. Whilst Running away From the Evil I faced, I dropped all my weapons when I fell down a hole that was probably caused by some explosion and my backpack, alongside all my items in it, ended up getting lost. Don't ask me how it all happened, as explaining things in details isn't my thing. Luckily, I notice that my chainsaw ended up with me. So I quickly wen to get it and started using it right away, because I am NOT using that little pistol that does little to no damage whatsoever. Killed a bunch of imps and soldiers, got myself a shotgun and a bloody rocket launcher and moved on to the sewer section of the base. Used as a source of getting water or some shit, I see that my exit is locked and it needs a keycard to open it. Fortunately, the keycard isn't far off from my location. UNFROTUNATELY, there's a lot of demons and soldiers guarding every single damn corner in this sewer, meaning that getting the key will be an impossible task. Or it would've been, had I not entered a lab and found what is probably Saint Michael's flaming sword. A double barreled shotgun. Why was this amazing weapon from the Heavens here, I will never know. But all I know is YES! GIMME MORE!!! And with that being said, time to slay what's in front of me.
With ease, I manage to clear out the whole place and get to my destination. This thing may as well be my new best friend, because the raw power it has is on par with the BFG 9000, which I sadly miss a lot. But for the time being, this will doo just nice (okay, even after finding another BFG, I'll still use this thing. It's so much fun). Following what's probably a huge amount of tomfoolery from the demons I've seen, I ended up into some kind of place that had tunnels filled with dark corridors and imps. Quite ironic considering the place itself was well lit with torches, but the tunnels? NOOOO... They had to had flickering lights or be dark. Worst part of this was mistaking a demon that resembled a Baron. Turns out, the Barons are kind of like leaders of another race of theirs, this type of Baron being called a Hell Knight. Same appearance in terms of body and height, but different colour of their skin. On top of that, add a bunch of Chaingunners and you get to see why I want to die so quickly. The desire to atone for my sin of surviving and letting everyone else down is now joined by the desire to atone for my sins of dealing with these cretins. I mean how bad can things get? I already had to encounter demons that were a HUGE PAIN in the ass, so what's next gonna be? An entity spawning other entities? And if you answered yes to that rhetorical question, then congratulations. You are absolutely right... Fuck Pain Elementals and their ability to spit Lost Souls. Fuck their existence. From what I've witnessed, is that they are damned for eternity to generate Lost Souls and as a result, they are aggressive towards everything based on this fact alone. And all I have to say is: I'll stick up some fucking rockets up the bastard's forehead for creating these foul beings.
Now that I've ended explaining my issues, it was time to... DEAL WITH A BUNCH OF FATASSES WITH FLAMETHROWERS FOR HANDS, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!? These behemoths are fat, have 3 pair of man tits and shout "Hump your mom" when they see their prey (I think they shout that). And as a backup, they have mini Spider masterminds, or Arachnotrons or whatever they are called. Unlike their momma, they fire plasma shots. Easier to dodge, but not easy to deal with the thing carrying said weapon. Back on the fatasses, these guys are brown, huge, fat, have elephant feet and their arms replaced with flamethrowers. Notice how I describe them as fat, right? Now if I use the essence of "supreme love master", I can safely name these guys Mancubi (Mancubus for short. The complete opposite of Succubus). With all this info, it's not too hard to know what to do. As a matter of fact, it's Dead Simple. Spiders and fatsos shooting plasma and fire. Oh and Revenants. Demons brought back from the dead to continue their fight. Kind of forgot about them because they're the least threatening enemy out of everyone. Especially when it came down to a huge bloodbath in The Pit. They just sat there and died quickly, despite being very mobile demons with rocket turrets on their shoulders. Realistically speaking, anything at this point is weak against me. Since I have the Super Shotgun A.K.A Michael's sword. I love this thing.
But in the end, I managed to enter the infamous Circle of Death, where the demons guard the last remaining switch that allows activation for all UAC space shuttles to be launched into space, thus saving what's left of humanity. But no one said it's going to be easy. Now I want you to imagine a tall man, skinny, but also lean, bringing back folks to life, and setting you on fire. Arch-Viles are like shamans, but unlike the latter, these guys need to be eliminated from existence. FAR WORSE THAN THE PAIN ELEMENTALS. They can revive demons and set you on fire and nuke you. And as for the shaman comparison, they have their own shaman-like chants when doing the resurrection on their fellow comrades. I think that's all of them: Chaingunners, Arch-Viles, Arachnotrons, Revenants, Hell Knights, Pain Elementals and Mancubi. How lucky I must have been that these bastards were not present on Phobos. Fast forward to me activating switch after a long and hard battle, I see that all shuttles have been successfully launched into orbit. Let's hope they end up far away from here. Planet filled with nothing but death. I guess it's time to sit down and explain myself properly: "Sophia... William... Daisy... Forgive me. Forgive me for not saving you. I have failed you. I am not the soldier role model you married and I'm not the #1 father in the world. I am just a waste of human life that is good for nothing. Couldn't even follow a simple order. Acted out on my own. Following my own way, instead of following orders. It got everyone killed when I disobeyed the Commander that day. I lost my friends, my home, and my family. I hope that you will find a way to forgive me for causing you so much pain and suffering. Sophia... My love... You've been with me when I was ignored for being built different. You made me feel joy and young... William... My boy... You were daddy's greatest gift. The times we spent playing with your toys and played some ball are some of my most precious memories. Daddy loves you son... Daisy... My sweet little bunny. Found you lost in the woods. And you never left when we were told to give you away because it was "the best and most natural option". You even bit back the people trying to take you away from us. You were meant to be part of us. My dear little sweat dead bunny... I... love you all...".
Just as I was about to end it all there. I receive a message that there is a chance to stop this once and for all. The message stated that a large demon activity has been going down in Texas (ironic since it's my place of birth). All of this because they got their ass kicked by some Japanese dude. All of this increased activity due to their defeat in Japan. Whoever this guy is, did both good and bad. But this message must have been a sign as well. To not give up and give into evil. To stand up and slaughter them all. As if my family decided to give the rest of the army a hand in delivering this message. I look up, do the cross sign, put on m helmet, grab my sword and decided to make my move towards Downtown. Hordes of demons could be seen from all over the place. Corners were practically non-existent at this point. It was almost 100% open areas. Perfect for a nice blood bath. Better bring the shampoo while I'm at it. Run n' gun everything. Weapon combo everything. Punch everything. This was the game plan. Nothing was able to withstand my wrath. Brought to near death. Oh the fun begins. Once I reached Downtown, I entered a weird teleporter that sent me back to some dungeons. Worry came into question when I saw normal people. But it faded away because they were Nazis. Fuck Nazis. Killed them all and came back to the present. Did I question that slaughter? Somewhat. Was I concerned about it? Absolutely not. Why strange? Because it was a pocket dimension of Hell. Hopefully this answers the first question.
Reaching Downtown was important, because the main slipgate that leads to Hell itself was there. After my venture in the castle where my great great-grandfather escaped from and defeated the Nazis back in the day, I entered through the gate and ended up in parts of Hell much worse than when I had to deal with back then. There was no time to question nor worry. Slaughter was the only option. The signal was already lost at this point. No one to talk to. Nothing to hear. All that I had with me was guns that would produce the music. The music of demons dying and getting gibbed. The venture was gruesome. With each exit hole, I ventured deeper into the darkness. Literally and figuratively. I couldn't see shit at times. And The Spirit World was dark for other reasons. Filled with souls that were beyond salvation and beyond resurrection. Worst of the worst. Serving as a reminder to Hell of what you will become if your sins are EXTREMELY big. I think I saw Judas there. And Hitler too, I think.
But was all that slaughter worth it? Was all the ripping and tearing necessary? Did the genocide of all demon kin matter in the end? Well... Yes. Lots of yes. Because it lead me straight to the one that started this whole mess. This thing was the worst of the worst. It wasn't a demon. It was something rather different. It felt like it's from Hell, but it also felt like it was somehow from Heaven itself. It's hideous and violent looks also gave off a different vibe altogether. Was I dreaming? Was I hallucinating? Or was I imagining things? No. I wasn't What I saw in front of me was real. The presentation of Sin itself. Its Icon. The Baphomet. That goat headed beast was the one behind the invasion on Earth. Just like its pet Spider was on Phobos. One key difference is that it spawns demons. Yeah. The Icon keeps spawning demons. And it doesn't make it easy. It spawns demons. Not from its mouth or hands. It spawns them with its forehead. With this information, it all makes sense why I felt the feeling that this creature had a piece of Heaven within itself. It's the daughter of Satan. Who was created by being born out of his head. Speaking of the devil, where is that bastard? His ass needs to be kicked too. Nevertheless, it was time to end the madness. Climbing onto some pillars and shooting the exposed brain was my only concern. The path to said weak spot was blocked numerous times from spawned demons that knocked me down as soon as I reached the beast. In the end, I said fuck it and equipped my BFG and started shooting everywhere. To clean my path and perform the fatality. Having done that, I ran as fast as possible to get to a distance where shooting the rockets was possible. And in the end... BOOM!!! The horrendous visage of the biggest demon I've ever seen crumbles before me. The monster shrivels up and dies, its thrashing limbs devastating untold miles of Hell's surface.
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