Alice Slade I am a survivor of the apocalypse. Hell is unleashed on earth, beginning to think I'm the only one left alive of the entire human race; now I see only chaos, destruction, blood everywhere, the 4 rivers of hell: Acheron, black river full of the souls of the damned, the Styx river by which Charon carried punished to the pit, Phlegethon, a river made entirely of fire that burned forests and finally Cocytus wearing saltwater tears punished criminals around the globe bringing cries of suffering and pain; people who saw every day, smiling walking to get to work I saw for mercy that fateful day when it all started.
I do not understand the reason for this February 29, 2023; this endless pit appeared out of nowhere and with her demons, harpies and horrifying monsters but caught my attention was a huge beast that called Grunt, had three sixes in his forehead, seven horns surrounding his sudden skull seven crowns on each and a scar from a mortally wounded in his left eye startled her snout; the imposing silhouette of the creature destroying everything in its path; those beasts exits the pit every day the souls of people had to be tortured in hell for every sin they committed.
The sun, that imposing astro grew darker until it is completely black, crimson clouds tinged moon to blood, as they formed a deep spiral around the pit; powerless rulers were hiding like rats into the mountains, which were crumbling with every step of the Grunt. Technological artifacts were neutralized; the crazed people sought a way to communicate but all failed. Celebrities and powerful people were brutally killed as a sacrifice to appease the thirst of the beast but nothing pleased her, only obeyed the orders of Lucifer, if himself "Lord of Darkness" unleashed his fury and evil in the land, churches were destroyed for nothing come between him and his thirst for destruction. What surprised the masses; was that when the Grunt emerged, the military sent its nuclear missiles to end it but only ¬de powder is filled. Lucifer rumor that a blow tear the eyeball Grunt to disobey a direct order came.
The world as we know it is extinct, and there are no poles melted increasing sea level is now an ocean dyed blood; green meadows where children played are now deserts; lush and thick forests were burned and now only ashes, the air has a certain degree of toxicity but not enough to quell someone.
View as accumulating money people found it useless to save themselves from punishment for being greedy, seeing those who wasted food daily now be eaten by creatures with an insatiable hunger, too depraved that they would be washed away nightclubs his carnal desire to deadly traps that tore their soul, his body was crushed to feed the "Cerberus"; each cardinal sin had a sharp premeditated punishment had to relive every day of your life without any rest.
I found a bunker full of food, fresh water, rationed every bite to last longer, I exercise daily to keep my fitness and to escape the creatures of the underworld, if I can not escape I fight against them with weapons found among the ruins, I realized that silver is the only thing that can cut your filthy skin's why I carry with me a full arsenal of that precious metal: a silver cross that protects me from demonios1, a pair of blades with a system springs that are hidden in a brazales2 and a silver sword, so I'm prepared for everything, found a vest with a capucha3 covering my head from falling debris occasionally, resistant and lightweight at the same time, I am alert because you never know that demon appears.
Every day I explore movilizándome by the sewer system maps each point performed visited have been prepared based on some books with defense techniques with swords and knives that I found in the ruins of the library when I was looking for a book to distract my mind. And I find certain things that are useful to me to survive: medicine, food, clothes, but I have not found a survivor in the last three months since start everything but me uneasy see a column of smoke coming from different sides of the city but very away from my shelter to find out is, I guess it's a survivor, I answer with a column of smoke on the roof of a nearby building my "home" so to speak.
Write a journal to keep my sanity intact one is the "catalog beasts of the Underworld" cataloged in a book I found, I've classified according to each circle of hell with each capital first sin in limbo appear "minions" they are creatures with charred bodies similar to those of humans, are the "harlot" took to attract lustful to punish tearing his skin, "greedy" are fat slow and not very neat devour people who have committed the sin of gluttony and have no eyes but a good nose and mouth with sharp teeth capable of tearing human flesh easily, the "greedy" attracted the greedy to their doom wearing jewelry and bags of money when caught decapitated his victim are demons lined gold and jewels, "angry", are similar to the minions but his body is covered in flame resistant capable of melting metal except silver for some strange reason this takes them away, "heretics" false prophets of other religions that their spells are able to start internal organs and fortunately I have earplugs to avoid problems, the "violent" are winged demons that possess an insatiable thirst for inflicting harm on people who have been violent in their lives, "tricksters "demons disguised as humans are offering a pass to paradise but to accept your soul goes straight to the pit, and finally the" traitors "beasts of three meters high with sharp swords that offer your help and take you straight to the Grunt jaws of've had a long time available to catalog the creatures of the underworld and weaknesses of each by previous clashes so I took a little advantage to Lucifer.
It is increasingly difficult to maintain my healthy mind, usually I have fragments of a dream that haunts me try to decipher but all I get to see is an angel killing Lucifer. The world in which I lived my whole life went in a matter of hours, I miss my loved ones but Mark who was kidnapped by fraudsters to the pit. My parents were devoured by the Grunt that blight our house the day of judgment; I still remember my mother's face when he was eaten by the creature, I managed to escape, fell by a ditch rolling wildly rubble and jagged rocks that hurt my right shoulder. Crawling with all my might achieve entry reaches a bunker where I healed the deep cuts.
Each exalted waking day, a day I decide to go exploring a bit before the Grunt and awaken the distance could see a silhouette for help. A human being?I am not alone !, a moment, but if Johanna an old friend from my school, I remember spending good time with her was my best friend.Are you hurt! The follow three henchmen; I need help is the only familiar face I've seen in months; I decide to go look and I realize that the minions see me; one of them gives me a fierce blow which lock with one of my armbands, Johanna falls to exhausted floor, block and return it blows the three thugs who attacked savagely when I see a white glow through my body using my short razor's neck one of the minions, I cross the deformed skull torso pulverized second and third with quick and accurate shots. I wonder what will this glow? I remember when Johanna is wound; The take my refuge; I see that has a deep wound in his left knee will inject some morphine to relieve pain but plenty of blood flow have to sew her leg, she twists sharply morphine is losing its effect so insert another dose to end suture but she writhes in pain so I hit his cheekbone and knocked out Johanna. When he wakes see that I recognized instantly tell you do not have to move much so that the suture made with my limited knowledge in medicine but enough to survive is not open, I see that his eyes full of tears because she has lost everything and tells me her story the day of the disaster was the "Wolverines" were taking his father and the "Greedy" her mother, she was at home when it happened Johanna hid in the sewers while carrying demons and tortured the most loved. I try to comfort her but I know the best way to survive in this world is venting about something, took her to a sector of the sewers that I like to visit from time to time there have weapons of all types found in the bunker give a knife and download it with a dummy to smithereens note that has improved your mood when you just loose a little laughter know she's better. At lunchtime she devours his food ration has not eaten in days; I give a little more to reinvigorate, she thanks me it is then that I realize that the only way to survive in hell is someone beside you.
II
BACK TO BACK
Glad to have found Johanna my mental health improves over time and I teach fighting techniques, learn fast and not bad I gave a series of rules that can not be omitted if you exit the bunker:
Rule No. 1: If you encounter a demon, do not try to fight without a cross on his belt.
Rule No. 2: Do not stray far from the bunker.
Rule No. 3: Do not draw the weapon if you do not attack a demon.
Rule No. 4: If you encounter a bitch, if you attack it without fear accurate and precise attacks. (Extreme case of self-defense)
Rule No. 5: Try to avoid confrontation at all costs alone, hide if you get the chance you'll die if you run; if you are afraid, you die.
Rule No. 6: Leaving one perceptible trace for you is very effective.
Rule No. 7: If the Grunt awake looking for a refuge and show no fear
With these basic rules you survive Johanna.-
Thanks Alice said with a twinkle in his eyes showing appreciation for me.
'Take this set of knives I see you have a good arm to throw walks to practice in the tunnel where the mannequins are, related to your marksmanship told him firmly.
She grabbed the belt with knives and walked to practice. After two hours of being practiced with mannequins, I approach Johanna to see their progress and saw that his hands were bleeding so much effort. I healed the wounds and asked him how it all happened and she said:
-mejoraba my aim that's all-
Return to watch the mannequins and drilled completely destroyed by the blades of knives and said:
We'll have to go get new ones, you say you want to explore a bit with me. Moreover we need supplies and more bandages, vamos.-
As we walked through dark alleys with charred piles of skulls and vomiting gluttons I was proud of it, has demonstrated determination and will to live. I on the other hand I mourn for the death of my mother and my brother's kidnapping for three days not want to know anything.
Try to take my life throwing me to the traps of apropósito harlots, and just when he would be killed by one of them remembered my brother's favorite phrase:
"The future will not presenting itself, the future is created"
Instantly a fancy glitter around my forearms leaving behind strange armbands with heavenly aspect, which gave me peace and security that never in my life had meaning. By stretching my arms out some knives were revealed artifacts mythical, negating the harmful powers of harlots. I felt strong light fast I again had the will to live; I approached harlots with fast and agile movement leaving severe wounds on his neck. I was exorcising parts of their souls with each cut until only small parts diabolical being.
We crossed by a pharmacy consumed by fire looking bandages, morphine, drugs we need for Johanna wound heals completely. As she checked in the rubble heard the sound of harpies fast approaching, I yelled at Johanna to hide behind the calcined counter unsheathing my sword and I prepare for your arrival, I was waiting anxiously slicing his filthy skin with my sword, suddenly the roof property flew like a sheet of paper. This is not an ordinary bitch, is Hanatarō the monarch of the harpies.
I remembered a book showed a sketch of a harpy seven meters high and two pairs of wings and two heads not stop screaming, that was the same silhouette I saw flying at that time.
I noticed on my back support; was Johanna I could not help me face alone the huge creature watching us furtively from the buildings, we were back to back, taking care to each other as brothers in arms, the frenzied beast attacked viciously throwing zarpazos looking cut our throats and drink our blood Johanna threw three knives that were embedded in the monster's eyes leaving mowing while I with cutting shrewd moves the wings of the beast with my sword, try using my cross to exorcise the beast but his soul was possessed by Lucifer could not do anything except pierce your heart with my punishing cross and sending the underworld. In doing so the beast was writhing and spoke in demonic tongue begging mercy to preserve his soul but his entreaties were in vain; Giant doors with a Latin inscription saying "gates of hell" to read the words the door opened and hands were dragging skeletal creature slowly until his charred body disappeared along with the door.
We managed to collect gauze, bandages and liquid to disinfect wounds at the destroyed property; I can not forget that feeling when Johanna and I fought against Hanatarō; I felt protected, together and happy.
Life in this hell is better with her by my side I have to share my experiences in this world if you can call it that; but it is nice to live with it, I like your company and from small've been best friends have done all sorts of mischief in the neighborhood but one day she went to another school and was never very good at making friends she was my only friend thatswhy y love her for being at my side whithout cowardice........