12-27-2014, 11:45 PM
Sitting upon the stark cliffs that overlooked the ruins of capital Dis and Hell itself, I found myself in what must have been the first time I had a moment of peace in days. I had time to think about the shit I've gone through, the sting of hellfire burns and jagged cuts across my body giving a painful reminder. Not long ago I was slaughtering my way through the last bastion of Hell's army to destroy whatever was controlling the gates. I had to stop them from escaping to Earth. What I found was the Icon of Sin. The gigantic face of some unspeakable monstrosity from which demons seems to spawn from its exposed insides. But that same opening that it created its minions was also the weak point, and fired everything it had into the open body. With an inhuman and roar it buckled and thrashed in its death kneel, and the building that housed it crumbled under the beast's strength. I had barely escaped to the wastelands as the land itself broke and splintered at the defeat of the leader, and what demons were left went with it.
A sniff at the smell of sulfur and blood brought me back and reminded me I wasn't out yet. I had grown sick of this place long before I came back after the invasion, and it was a long walk back to the hellgate. I dusted off some of the caked blood and bile as I got back to my feet, gave Dis one last middle finger, and headed off to Earth with shotgun over my shoulder. As the monotonous march back took its took, I began to wonder just where the bad souls would go now that I've wrecked the place completely. It was last thing I thought before I felt the familiar pull of inter-dimensional travel from one Hell to another.
I was plunged into complete darkness, a suffocating inky soup that had no end or beginning. I tired to shout out and to move my body. It seemed I had no control over myself. Fear gripped me. I had though I was trapped, either by some demon trap or my own sanity had finally snapped. But as panicked, I saw someone before me. Someone was here with me, a living silhouette. Although I could not speak, he seemed to know what I wanted to know, and only gave the slightest reaction to the insults and threats I mentally shouted as I pieced out that he was the one who was at fault for my predicament. He told me that he would be watching, and he was done with me I was once against cast into places unknown.
It felt like I had awaken from a terrible drunk sleep when conscientiousness returned, even though there seemed to have been no time between then and now. I briefly wondered if it was a dream, but where I stood now did not look like Hell or Earth, and I don't think I could have even fallen asleep standing up. I chased the spider webs from my mind as I scanned the area around me. A white emptiness, like the black space before, but this was not as featureless. Below me feet was a flagstone floor, spreading out from a fountain behind me. It was a ornate shallow pool of water with a central water feature that poured the water into the pool. I would have walked through the water to smash the feature with my hands if it came to mind that it would have been wasting time getting out of here. I began walking across the flagstone, which begin to disperse and spread out until I was standing onto the solid white alone. It was until there was nothing interesting to look for when I noticed that there was weight missing from my back.
"Where's my super shotgun? Where my rocket launcher?!" I yelled out to no one particular, as if the featureless fuckwit that brought me here could hear me "My plasmagun, my chainsaw! Not the BFG! You don't mess with a space marine's BFG, you assclown!" I pointlessly screamed at the sky, other than to make myself feel a bit better. If the shapes nearing the horizon were people they probably would have heard, but I could not care less about them. What was left was the most basic weapons, down to my pistol, shotgun, and chain, and only the ammo that was left in the guns when I was whisked away from Hell. I could have perhaps raged for hours on that spot, cursing the Omni and every god and goddess I could think of when I remembered the mention of the material my kidnapper had mentioned. Omnium, or something. Did he mean it literally he he said what I desired was mine> I held my hand out, and as I though about a shotgun shell a mist seemed to form and solidify in it and a shell appeared. I began to try to will my rocket launcher into existence, but something seemed to prevent it from happening. Oh well, at least I wasn't completely stranded.
Creating a bit more ammo and searching the horizon, I decided that I had to get out of here. I needed to. Then and there I vowed to escape, and if Omni got in my way then I would destroy it. I headed of into the bleak whiteness to find the truth of this place.
A sniff at the smell of sulfur and blood brought me back and reminded me I wasn't out yet. I had grown sick of this place long before I came back after the invasion, and it was a long walk back to the hellgate. I dusted off some of the caked blood and bile as I got back to my feet, gave Dis one last middle finger, and headed off to Earth with shotgun over my shoulder. As the monotonous march back took its took, I began to wonder just where the bad souls would go now that I've wrecked the place completely. It was last thing I thought before I felt the familiar pull of inter-dimensional travel from one Hell to another.
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I was plunged into complete darkness, a suffocating inky soup that had no end or beginning. I tired to shout out and to move my body. It seemed I had no control over myself. Fear gripped me. I had though I was trapped, either by some demon trap or my own sanity had finally snapped. But as panicked, I saw someone before me. Someone was here with me, a living silhouette. Although I could not speak, he seemed to know what I wanted to know, and only gave the slightest reaction to the insults and threats I mentally shouted as I pieced out that he was the one who was at fault for my predicament. He told me that he would be watching, and he was done with me I was once against cast into places unknown.
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It felt like I had awaken from a terrible drunk sleep when conscientiousness returned, even though there seemed to have been no time between then and now. I briefly wondered if it was a dream, but where I stood now did not look like Hell or Earth, and I don't think I could have even fallen asleep standing up. I chased the spider webs from my mind as I scanned the area around me. A white emptiness, like the black space before, but this was not as featureless. Below me feet was a flagstone floor, spreading out from a fountain behind me. It was a ornate shallow pool of water with a central water feature that poured the water into the pool. I would have walked through the water to smash the feature with my hands if it came to mind that it would have been wasting time getting out of here. I began walking across the flagstone, which begin to disperse and spread out until I was standing onto the solid white alone. It was until there was nothing interesting to look for when I noticed that there was weight missing from my back.
"Where's my super shotgun? Where my rocket launcher?!" I yelled out to no one particular, as if the featureless fuckwit that brought me here could hear me "My plasmagun, my chainsaw! Not the BFG! You don't mess with a space marine's BFG, you assclown!" I pointlessly screamed at the sky, other than to make myself feel a bit better. If the shapes nearing the horizon were people they probably would have heard, but I could not care less about them. What was left was the most basic weapons, down to my pistol, shotgun, and chain, and only the ammo that was left in the guns when I was whisked away from Hell. I could have perhaps raged for hours on that spot, cursing the Omni and every god and goddess I could think of when I remembered the mention of the material my kidnapper had mentioned. Omnium, or something. Did he mean it literally he he said what I desired was mine> I held my hand out, and as I though about a shotgun shell a mist seemed to form and solidify in it and a shell appeared. I began to try to will my rocket launcher into existence, but something seemed to prevent it from happening. Oh well, at least I wasn't completely stranded.
Creating a bit more ammo and searching the horizon, I decided that I had to get out of here. I needed to. Then and there I vowed to escape, and if Omni got in my way then I would destroy it. I headed of into the bleak whiteness to find the truth of this place.
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