DC: The Slayer

“They are rage. Brutal. Without mercy. But you...you will be something worse. Rip and tear until it is done, Slayer.“ This was what was boomed inside my head as I woke up in what felt like the Sahara Desert. Heat. Blistering heat that felt like I was being cooked alive. The sun beamed down at me like it wished to set me on fire. But I quickly realized something: it felt too wet to be a desert, so I looked down and saw I was in a puddle of blood and gore. But I felt nothing. No fear. Or disgust. Only anger and bloodlust and the very meaning of the word wrath that seemed to flow through me. I was normal. But now I am not. I looked up and saw what I registered as an Imp. I can't remember where I last saw this creature or why I know what it is. But that doesn't matter. I only had one mission. One objective. A modus operandi. A single reason to be here in this realm. Rip and tear...Rip and tear...Rip and tear! Until there's nothing left!