DEMON DESCEND

CHAPTER ONE; return of the devil slayer

The moon in the proper phase for the night events, provided just enough crimson red light to illuminate the series of events happening in the death god cemetery.

Hoards of strange creatures were bowing down to a mysterious black robbed existence, the devil slayer. This was the title given to Razor white by this strange world inhabitants. This title was given to him due to slaying every devil that went against him.

The human had originally arrived to this world 500 years ago mysteriously out of no were. He slowly rose in power and within 10 years he could already content with low ranked devils, this power come about when he consumed the crystal in the devil bodies which acted as their hearts. His lifespan increased with his increase in his strength.

By the end of the 200th year, Razor made it to the upper echelon of this world. The devil emperor was worried about him and thought about eliminating him before he became too strong.

The devil emperor fought with Razor a battle that lasted several months, ending with Razor killing The devil emperor making him the new ruler of Hell as he called it.

Everything was within his grasp but he yearned to return to earth. He missed the beautiful women, delicious food, the blue sky, the sunlight and many other things. He tried find ways to return until he stumbled upon an ancient teleportation, the thing needed millions of souls to activate. After finding out that this could take him back to earth, Razor took his weapons ready to harvest the required number of souls. To his disappointment the ancient teleportation needed at least a hundred years for completion.

Razor could do nothing about it. Although a hundred years was long, he had to wait.

Finally tonight the final touches were being made to the teleportation.

Out of the devils a huge creature which resembled a dragon stepped forward and said in human tongue

"My lord, the formation is ready. We await for your orders."

"Begin!" Razor said in a cold mysterious voice. Although his voice was not loud every devil heard it, it even contained an icy aura.

The creature started mumbling something under his breath and strange symbols appeared on the floor, a strange light envelope the whole square.

The formation had begun to activate, ripples of space distorted and a small spatial crack started forming. The crack extended slowly until it could fit the size of an adult human being.

A blue light enveloped the crack and an oval portal appeared, large shock waves rained down.

Razor stared at the portal not daring to believe what he was seeing, at this moment the emotions that had once become dead started resurfacing.

He stood up and looked back at the devils with a cold stare, he had no emotion whatsoever to this world. With slow steps he approached the portal.

The moment he got close he felt a strong force pulling him, he felt his heart throb for the first time in 500 years.

The devils stared at Razor with anticipation, they were excited that the most terrifying existence, that appeared hell, was finally leaving.

With a single step inside Razor's body disappeared

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In an identified space, spatial storms occurred every now and then. A human was seen traversing this mysterious space at an imaginable speed. If seen closely the 'figure' was clad in black from head to toe, he had deep red eyes and a black skull looking mask covering his face. He emanated an aura of death.

............….

In a bustling city, time seemed to have come to a standstill. A small crack appeared in the middle of a high way. Two hands suddenly grabbed the ends of the crack and forcefully tore space. A masked person walked out of the crack and looked around with strange light in his eyes.

The person removed his mask and smiled lightly which seemed unnatural to him.

"I am finally back," the person said in an excited voice.