If there was ever a bunch of meaner motherfuckers in Hell, these fuckers in front of me would have eaten them alive and asked for more. From left to right in a neat row stood some of the most fucked up specimens of demonology that even Lucifer had refused to call his own. Still, I had to cross them, one way or the other.
"I, Dumrak." said the demon.
I stood there, looking at him, feeling strangely aloof from the way the whole situation was going to go.
"You," it said pointing the club at me, "dead."
"Aww Fuck!," I said, "Guys, look, wait a second here."
"Hwwgrrrrrr." Dumrak grunted.
"Look, the thing is that I have to cross this place because I have an appointment with the big man on the other side."
Thirty seven multicolored eyes from the horde of demons looked at me like I had told them a funny joke without the punchline. So, I took a deep breath and said, "It's just that it's gonna waste my precious seconds in killing you all."
No sooner did the words leave my mouth that they all charged at me like a herd of maddened elephants. The ground beneath my feet shook and the noise levels of the whole place went up a few decibels with the war cries of all the demons. I just waited for them to get closer.
And closer, and closer.
I could see each individual hair in Dumrak's head quiver with the strain of running with the heavy club in his hand and the rest of the hoard was almost euphoric with the hope of a kill. It was good seeing that they all had not lost the spirit for the hunt, but still, they would all have to go…down.
I tapped my foot once on the throbbing ground and the void opened up all around me. The demons stood on empty blackness for a second, staring up at me with hate, anger and finally fear in their eyes. Then down and down they fell into the darkness, like apples from the tree of knowledge.
The ground became whole again and I walked forward, into the lungs of hell, to meet dad.
More, in a day or tww, where we put this tail to an end and reveal the identity of the protagonist.