• He laughed maniacally as he threw the pathetic human onto the ground. "You think you can stop me inferior being?! Idiot! You could never stand a chance against an elite Demon! I am the Host of Satan!"

    Luke clenches his teeth. "You demon!" he yells angrily, quickly getting back onto his feet.

    The demon grins crazily. "Why thank you. I am a demon, and proud to be one!"

    "You...!" Luke starts to run at Dillon the Demon at full speed, but someone puts him to a halt. "What the...?" Luke looks at the teenaged darkelf.

    "Dillon the Demon I presume. We at last meet again." Bladen the darkelf said.

    "So you didn't die from that fall?" Dillon's eyes went bloodshot. His smile got eviler, and wider. "It looks like fate is on my side." Dillon started walking forward, every step he took caused the ground to crush beneath his feet.

    "He's a monster! I have to kill him! He killed all my comrades!" Luke yells in rage.

    Bladen looks sadly to the ground. "I know how you feel..." he said, thinking about all his comrades who had died from the demons, and his respected King. "That's why I'm going to help you."

    "Two against one? This is going to be fun!" Dillon was now shaking with delight.

    Bladen pulled his sword out from his sheath.

    Luke grabbed both of his pistols.

    A missle launcher instantly appeared in Dillon's grasp.

    All three of their screams intertwine into one, as they rush into battle.