Complete the Script

PROLOGUE

The fight had been long and arduous, and Victor and his team were exhausted. But they'd won this battle. The church has helped bolster their numbers. But the death count was high; the once animated rotted corpses of those fallen in past battles were now limp, finally laid to rest alongside those of the church who'd sacrificed their own life for the greater good.

Victor knew the church would likely hold a celebration, after all. That was the last demon lord who'd been slain. Yet no relief washed over him. Finally collapsing, he sat down, letting Loverne heal his wounds. The warmth of her goddess' light washed over him momentarily as his wounds began to mend. 

Victor relaxed a bit as he sunk into the woman's warmth, a soft sigh escaping as the pain began to subside. A scene common among the scene as the church's clerics and healers rushed around to tend to as many people as possible. 

Just as everyone had begun to relax, attempting to recuperate as much as they could post-battle, the ground began to tremble. A deep, ear-piercing rumble drowned out the quickly panicking soldiers and healers. 

Victor dragged himself back up onto his feet. His overworked muscles aching in pain as he stood back up, gripping the sword. Several massive summoning circles almost appeared to be carved into the clouds as they 

Thick red blood was falling from the summoning circles, raining on those unfortunate enough to be on the battlefield. 

Then demons flooded from the circles. Like a cloud of flies, they flew directly towards Victor and the other soldiers, who by now had already braced for the next incoming fight. But there was no doubt the church's army was exhausted. The champions were exhausted. They hadn't even gotten a five-minute break before this sudden wave of demons. 

The sound of the pained cries of soldiers, healers, and mages was let out like a horrific chorus as the demons swooped down, shredding the people to ribbons. Victor was trying to save as many people as possible until he heard a far more familiar voice falling to the wave of demons. Loverne. Her once pure white clerical robes were now stained with hot crimson blood as the bat-like demon began to eat her, ignoring the fact that she was still alive. 

Instinctually, he threw himself towards the demon eating his friend, only to get encumbered by a demon as they kept him from helping her. Even he, the chosen one, couldn't keep up with the mob of demons focusing on him. It seemed the rest of his group was facing similar issues, literally being torn apart before him. 

Everything happened so quickly; within minutes, what had once been his friends were little more unrecognizable corpses, some missing limbs and others with gaping wounds as the demons devoured them. 

Victor's gaze was full of pure hatred, his fear of death long gone. No, if he was to die, he was going to die getting vengeance for his friends... His family. Calling on every ounce of strength within his body, he readied himself for the final stand. A silent prayer was sent to the gods, promising his friends he'd catch up soon. 

The final stand was brutal, the man's strength and skill being tested; even with the gods' blessings and his holy artifacts, there was no way he alone could take the horde of demons down. Yet he still held his own. Until — A massive demonic claw ripped through the fabric of their realm. The demon queen, second only to her husband. The 'woman' crawls through the rip in the fabric of reality. Pulling the corpses littering the field indiscriminately, Sewing the skin together, making a horrific patchwork of those who'd died. Eyeless faces pulled and stretched as the avatar took its form. 

"You foolish mortal believed you could kill my child without repercussion?!" The horrid woman's screech echoed through the skies. Her hateful gaze met Victor's.

Yet even being stared down with such a horrific countenance, Victor held his ground, his body screaming in pain. Yet he stood, glaring back at the demoness with a foolish fearlessness.

Enraged by the audacity of this mere man, her 'nails' formed claws, suddenly tearing through Victor, splitting him into half with a force that sent the upper half flying. A pained screech ripped out from his lungs. The only mercy was the somewhat swift death, bleeding out within a minute as his entrails fell from the hole that had once been where his torso was connected to the legs. 

As his life faded, the man heard distantly. Wait... this wasn't a part of the script.