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3 years had passed since the first of the invasion of demons. The world was going haywire. The sky dark red with hellish gleams and shines, it's clouds, Oh its clouds black. The face of death was upon us. Earthquakes opened holes to hell. It's minions poured out of the holes. The countless army of hell and evil poured out. Humans try to hide from them but they are killed and eaten. So many people in such a short period of time. It seems to rain blood and gore. Now I bring you into the fire and out of the frying pan.



"No, No, Stay away - no! Ahhhhh--- help m…"

The young child yelled, its mother iced in panic and fear. There's nothing worse than watching somone get killled and eaten as their hearts are stored in the "black bag". Especially a relative. Make matters worse, your son. The life we live is like a never ending nightmare, no exits to chance of living, just running for the hell of it. Having the thought that you could be killed any second of your frivolous life is terrifying enough until they freeze your leftovers to make a collection of kills. These beasts have no hearts no blood no feelings. They can't think for them selves ever since Jastin came along.



Jastin Medfore was corrupted 3 years ago by a Fiendish Goblin. They re wired him into thinking he was a hell captain of their league soon until he realized what he was doing, They had to kill him then resurrect him in a way that no mortal could ever do. Only immortal demons such as, his minions. Until this day we still ask why go through all the trouble for just a human, why did they choose him?



Hell troops marched toward my group, every footstep like thunder. We were all aware of them now. The hate in their eyes was like a fire, a fire that never burned out. A beacon to let us know that death is soon to all. How could this evil be so true?



"RUN! RUN AWAY! THEY ARE COMING! Follow me! We can escape into my old shop hideout!" The old man yelled his voice reminded me of my dad that was an officer in the military.

My dad was a strong man until he gave in to the evilness of hell. My group and I followed the old man into his pizza shop. It must have been 25 years old and looks like it hasn’t been entered for years. The windows were smoked up and black. Webs went from chair to chair top to bottom. Wood was curling up. Half the Green roof was gone. I noticed a picture of a little boy in the corner of the room, for some reason I thought I recognized his face. The old mans beard was leaving a trail is it dragged along the dusty floor. He opened up a wall behind the cashier. Before me lye a narrow hall with white walls and a black tiled floor. It was dark, so dark. We walked the hall down deeper, deeper, as it got colder and colder. So cold ice was on the walls. My jaws were shivering I felt like parts of my body parts were about to fall off it was so cold. I was chilled to the bone.

My hand stung and I couldn’t feel it nor see it. I wondered if the demons would find us down here. Rather that they wouldn’t be suited in such a cold place since they come from such a hot one. I sat down and began to cry. Even though I was 38 I still cried, I knew I was going to die and that was the worst stomach twirling feeling. I prayed that I would make it out alive as I did so many other times. I heard the window crash I peaked out of the hole and watched the demons smash the windows inwards with their vile combat weapons they held at their side. Skeletons marched into the shop I heard the burning bone cackle as they searched the area for mortals once they punched through the closet walls I knew they would be sure to check here. All these different directions confused me as I ran helplessly into circles and then finally I ran straight. I reached a dead end. They neared me as I panicked and cried silently under my breath.



" Asha mesto he yu ro a mephistaki" I heard there unknown language along with their horrible cackle. I was gone for sure. I pressed against the wall to the right of me and surprisingly fell through a trap door. I was led into an under ground cave. It was still so dark, I knew my leg was broken I dragged my half alive body under a couple of rocks for cover and started to wonder why God would let such a thing to happen to mother earth I drifted to sleep and forgot about everything.

I got up the next morning grouchy as usual. My hair messed up, Blue jeans torn and my 56$ shirt torn half way down the back. I was glad I was alive though. I started wondering down the halls as I noticed my leg wasn’t broken it was perfectly fine. I tripped over a rock and fell. My head faced my hand, my half-eaten hand. Then it hurt. It hurt like blade stabbing me. It hurt like waves of furious bulls with nails on my feet stomping over me. I screamed as loud as I could, I screamed for help but I didn’t get help. I got something more terrifying than evil it self, I got The attention of troops. They raced after me. Threw fireballs at me I was on fire the ground was shaking. The tunnel was caving in. I ran for shelter to hide but I couldn’t find any place to go. I was doomed.

One hour later, I was still running but nothing was behind me. I ran from my fear, I ran form my hate, I ran form everything. My world came into my head and I ran for the length of 500 football fields I ran until I couldn’t run any more, then I ran some more until I fell to the ground and all the sudden something strange happened. Apocalypse appeared, Diablos son he wanted me to come with him but I refused. I started to levitate I was high in the air and I was going anywhere soon. Then I wasn’t in the cave I was out side. Far outside, almost dead. I Heard thunder collide…

"WHO DARES TO DISTURB THE GREAT DIABLO? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS APOCOLYSE? WHY DID YOU BRING ME A PUNY MORTAL?" His voice boomed as loud a jet I shivered. Diablo was before me.

"Sir, He is not a mortal he has the power t rejuvenate look a his hand! It was gone yesterday and today t is half grown back this sir, he does not bleed he does not breath, he is one of us." Apocolypse explained.

"NO ITS NOT TRUE IM NOT ONE OF YOU, YOU ARE FIENDISH BEASTS WHO DESTROY EVERYTHING I AM PEACEFUL!" I yelled as loud I could to the 10 story tall diablo.

I still did not have a clear view of him but I could see him. His red scaly body. His horns curled forward and his mouth had gigantic teeth. His tail lay silently on the ground motionless. His feet were huge too, his toe nails stuck out like knives (super sized). I was knocked unconscious its over or is it?



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