403 Quadpocalypse

A portal appears high over a huge alien-looking city where violent green fires raged and exploded from random points. Screams of terror and despair were an almost constant sound, along with the vicious roars of strange and barbaric creatures.

Michael falls from the portal and begins plummeting to the city below but quickly gathers his composure before employing Arctic Burn, conjuring large dragon wings made of ephemeral light and frost magic to form at his back, allowing him to glide down onto the roof on a nearby building.

"Huh, probably should have expected this with what I was aiming for..." he mutters to himself, taking a moment to marvel at the high-tech looking city that was primarily built from white/grey stone and huge gemstones that seemed to provide both light and power.

Unfortunately, most of the beauty of the place was lost with a million plumes of smoke rising from various parts. Not only from the city, but seemingly the entire world. Even the sky had turned a vile green and was almost entirely obscured by looming, ominous black clouds.

"Another apocalypse... Hang on, first Familiar of Zero which had a world-destroying dragon, then Skyrim which has Alduin, another world-destroying dragon, a zombie world, and now this... That's four outta four now... The fuck's happening." he mutters to himself, wondering if Tiffania's void magic was attuned to places almost completely destroyed.

He shakes his head, focussing on the city around him to see if he could figure out just where he was. He couldn't tell from just the architecture of the place, but looking down at the streets below, he could see a variety of creatures causing chaos. They came in all sorts of shapes and colours, but the thing that linked them all together was their use of the sickly green flames.

There weren't any local survivors around this area, having probably been devoured by these creatures earlier. Not even leaving a single corpse for him to take a look at.

He rubs his face and decides to wear the Morokei Dragon Priest Mask to avoid the acrid smoke lingering around the place. Not to mention its utility in passively regenerating magic when worn. "Alright Derflinger, Darth, ready to stomp some cunts?"

"Aye aye, Partner."

"By your will, Master."

He nods, giving his frost wings a brief flap before descending upon the city below, landing in a street and immediately getting to work destroying the creatures... Or demons, as he quickly learned once he'd understood their language.

"Geeet himmm! Killll himmm!! For the Looooord!"

"Fooor the Dark One!!"

"DEVOUR HIM!"

"Yeah, how about no?" Michael remarks as he blocks a claw with Derflinger and shoots the offending demon in the chest with a Spatial Scatter, causing it to disintegrate once hit.

A fireball made of green flames is thrown toward him and he reacts by blocking it with Derflinger, only for the sentient blade to scream out in pain. "AARGH! HOT! HOT! HOT! Partner! That burns!" it exclaims while doing its best to suck up the magic contained within the flames, leaving behind a glowing green gas that quickly fades into the air.

"Alright, alright, got it." he says, thrusting Derflinger into the neck of a red-skinned imp of some sort, its glowing green blood spraying out as if he'd just performed a visceral attack in Bloodborne.

These demons were far, far stronger than the zombies he'd faced, or even the Overlord Draugr that'd once kicked his ass and almost killed him. He was only doing so well now because of his massively increased stats, and stacking bonuses from [Essence Shift], [Fiery Soul], and [Glaives of Wisdom]. Which were boosting his Agility, attack and movement speed, and Intelligence respectively.

The boost to his Intelligence alone was enough to essentially give him infinite mana while he was fighting, allowing him to consistently harm the enemy while healing himself with Restoration spells, keeping his health and stamina topped off.

Unfortunately, the good times don't last, as the trouble he'd been causing the demonic forces had been noticed by some of the stronger creatures. The imps, succubi, and weird dog things retreat as something powerful to Michael's senses approaches. Its steps visibly shake the nearby buildings as it gets closer and closer...

"WHO DARES FIGHT THE WILL OF THE BURNING LEGION!?" a voice roars as its owner stomps around the corner, revealing itself to be a huge winged man, standing on armoured goat-like legs that blended with his more human parts. His face was a distorted facsimile of pure rage and cruelty, with large fangs protruding from his face and huge horns extending from its forehead.

Michael was struck by a feeling of nostalgia for a moment, but it quickly passed and gave way to caution as its creature's very presence bore down on him. This was the first time in a long time where he actually felt completely outmatched, just by the feeling alone he had high doubts in actually being able to fight this thing.

"WELL!? SPEAK MORTAL!? OR HAS FEAR ROBBED YOU OF YOUR SENSES!?" it roars, as green energy gathers in its large claws.

"I was just wondering what happened first! If it was the bat, goat, or mole that fucked your mother first for you to end up like that!" Michael retorts, hiding his reluctance to fight the thing with his usual crude humour.

"SO YOU CAN SPEAK. GOOD. LIVE PREY ALWAYS SCREAM THE LOUDEST! I WILL TEAR YOUR SOUL FROM YOUR PATHETIC BODY AND DEVOUR IT, PIECE BY PIECE!" the winged demon shouts as he puts his hands together, causing the green glow to get brighter and brighter.

Michael Blinks away to a nearby rooftop to preemptively avoid whatever attack it was about to unleash, but is taken off guard as it demon thrusts its hands into the air, causing green projectiles to shoot upwards before changing direction to target Michael directly, like mortars that shot homing missiles.