My mission is my name

The Devil was taking a casual stroll though hell where the collective souls. Of all universes are dragged down but a silent caught his attention more than any thing within the pocket dimension that he ruled over as. It destruct and remade him self at the source of the disturbance he found many sinners and demons corpses strung up and shredded with terror engraved on all their faces and slabs of meat eaten off them while dirt was wet by piss with a childish description of a map was made.

(This dose not make sense that a soul can be this strong if. I stripped him of all weapons but he is military in nature so tactics would be my best guess.) The Devil grumbled and sighed at the bitter realisation that it was a nutter from war that kept there skill set with em but added underhanded tactics. So with his assumption he plucked his soul that gained the third eye and lesser evil and dumped him in that. Resident Evil as a revenge plan knowing that he would join the population as zombie or perhaps a Bio weapon that he could use to stick it too God but just that he did a flaming knife was launched at him with the force of a missile but his abilities. Negated the attack but he was so caught up in a peaceful atmosphere that the surprise made him jump and fall flat on his arse.

* It came from a race that he grew bored off as a thing who gained evolution like one those idiots who win the lottery but waste it.

* It was attack which held no hostility until the right moment making it the perfect trap.