Reborn

    A warrior was cast into hell. Not as a punishment for himself. Not even as punishment for hell's denizens. But as a last resort. Demons sought to cross the veil and conquer the realm. So the kingdom sent forth an unparalleled warrior. Every battlefield he crossed, he dominated. Every foe who challenged him was promptly cut down. He only lived for battle. Wandering the lands purely for greater bouts. And so... he was cast into hell. His aimless battlelust focused on hell itself. A single warrior waging war upon hell itself...

     As he did on many battlefields before, he cut down the enemies before him. Though unlike his  previous foes, those he encountered here were not human. These creatures had grotesque muscles, which gave them inhuman strength. Jaws that were built to crush bones between them. Claws that could rend flesh from bone with a single swipe. The sight of these creatures would drive sane men mad. Though instead... These traits delighted the warrior. These new enemies required more of his strength to defeat. He had to use different moves to slay these creatures. The excitement of these new experiences pushed the warrior further, cutting down hordes of demons. Eventually, the demons began to recognize him. Soon, greater and greater forces would oppose the warrior. Larger demons, larger hordes. This entertained the warrior, never leaving him bored.

    Though, there came a battle that was too much for even the warrior. An army amassed to face him. Legions of demons varying from small, quick imps to hulking brutes wearing armor and wielding weapons. The warrior gleefully faced this army. Initially cutting down his foes as he had grown accustomed to. However, this battle dragged on longer than most. It seemed as though the enemy forces replenished themselves as fast as he cut them down. Swatting the hordes of demons began to feel like swatting at the waves of the ocean. The demons began to inflict damage upon the warrior. Something they had never seen or done before. This emboldened them, causing them to fight more aggressively than they already did. Progressively, they inflicted more and more damage. The blood that coated the warrior was no longer only the demons... In the flurry of attacks, one brute swung at him with a giant club, knocking the warrior down with a resounding crack. The crack rang throughout the battlefield like a bell. The warrior collapsed onto the ground with a thud, causing the demons to become still. Initially, the demons only watched, making sure he was dead... Upon seeing him lie still, the demons began to roar and howl. The battlefield shook with the demonic celebration.

    Though in the cacophony of crowing, demonic blood sprayed into the air. Silence washed over the army... The warrior was back on his feet, drenched in both his blood and the blood of the demons around him. He released a ghostly breath as he stood, tightly gripping his great sword. The demons around him chattered in their tongue, confused by the sight before them. The warrior they had just beaten down, that had taken so much to bring down, was standing once more. And what 's worse... He was smiling.... Some of the demons questioned what they fought against. Though while they were caught in a daze, the warrior dashed through a grouping, cutting them down. He then swung their blood off his blade. Some demons involuntarily backed away from the warrior. Primal instincts told many of the smaller demons to run. The warrior then released another ghostly exhale. The same brute that had knocked him down before stepped forward. The brute brought his club down once more. Though this time, the warrior dodged the swing and proceeded to dismantle the brute. He cut into its ankles, bringing it closer to the ground. Then he stabbed into its spine, right before beheading the brute. The brute's body collapsed onto the ground, a loud thud being heard all around. The silence fully washed over the once rambunctious army. Though it was short lived as the warrior then let out a cackle that sent shivers down the spines of the demons.

    The warrior continued the battle, the rush of elation coursing through him. Many demons fought back. Many more didn't get to choose. The warrior proceeded to swing his blade, slaughtering the demons. While not from that realm, it seemed to be the perfect place for him. It is said, that to this day, he is still in hell, holding back the demon siege.