Blood... Blood everywhere.
Blood on the walls, blood on the tables, blood on the 'tools'. For Anton Corliano, Purgatory was sickening. Every single day, his job was to bring in newly-deceased slaves, angels and demons alike, into its torture chambers until each of their morale stooped lower than that of a rat's, or they simply died... again. and again. Once you died in Purgatory, you only came back to square one... Unless you either finished your 'post-death' sentence, or the Demigods decided to completely eliminate you from all existence and nurture themselves with whatever fragment of a soul you had left.
Anton wanted a way out of the cycle. He wanted to be free from witnessing the continuous torture of defenseless beings that tried to hold on to the fake hope of one day finally being released from eternal suffering and returning back to the land of the living. Thus, he abandoned his assigned job and crept into Purgatory's armory. Alright, Anton, He thought as he looked around the room, This is your chance. After half a moment of observing the armory, he finally saw the shelf he had been looking for, and tried to open it. It was locked. Not half a second later, Purgatory's alarm went off. Sh*t.
Realizing that he just put himself in a more-than-unfavorable position, Anton knew time was now even more of the essence. He pulled his right fist back, the hand that wore the red glove, and punched the doorknob of the shelf. The impact was so strong that the shelf door itself caved in a little bit. Pulling it out of its hinges, Anton threw the door to the side and quickly scanned the shelf's contents. Inside the shelf was a weapon's rack, jammed full of bloodied, rusty equipment. Axes, spiked chains and whips, over-sized scissors for the especially rebellious, any other weapon that could be imagined and more were inside. Luckily for Anton, the only weapon he needed to take with him was already in a separate rack, the second to the left. He grabbed his sheathed, three-foot long katana and hoisted it to the side of his right hip when, all of a sudden, the armory's door was kicked out of its hinges and flew straight at him. Caught completely by surprise, Anton shifted his stance and unsheathed his ungodly weapon, slicing the black steel metal door in half as if it was made of wood.
A group of four lesser Demigods ran through the hole where the door once stood and unsheathed their weapons, surrounding Anton in all four corners. "Have you four lost your minds!?" He asked as the Demigods kept a solid eye on him, slowly taking steps closer to him, "I will end you!" Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed at the closest one, which happened to also be wielding a mace.
The movement was so quick, the other three Demigods were unable to close in on him before he already incapacitated the fourth's wielding hand. When gravity took it's toll and the mace started falling, Anton swipe-kicked it over to the second Demigod, whose face made disturbingly affectionate contact with the spiked ball and caused him to fall back. One down. Now that Anton was in a crouched position, he turned his sword around with his left hand and leaped at the third Demigod, wielding a spiked chain. Using the bottom of the hilt, he knocked the third's neck back with a blow under the jaw, kicked the fourth one back, grabbed the third one's chain with his right hand, and twisted the chain around the first one's neck, which attempted to pull the mace out of his re-dead brother in arms.
Once he felt the chain was solidly strangling the first Demigod, Anton turned his sword around yet again, decapitated the third one with a swift slash, and pulled the chain's grip towards his chest with his right hand until he heard a head bounce off the armory ceiling. Three down. The fourth and final Demigod, whose back was facing the weapon's rack, began grittling his teeth out of infuriation.
"You are doomed, Anton," He said as he tightened his grip on his weapon, A double-sided spear, "Your fate will be decided by the Warden himself once he discovers your defiance to the cause."
"Whatever the Warden does in response to my actions is his business, Felipe," Anton replied with a hint of cockiness, "Your business, however, is to shut the f*ck up and..." Before Anton could finish, Felipe turned the spear around in his right hand and threw it at him. Anton quickly turned to the side to avoid a spear through the heart, but his reflexes weren't fast enough. Though the speartip did miss his heart, it still punctured and went through the bottom right part of his torso. Cursing his bad luck, Anton took the mace out of the second Demigod's face and threw it at Felipe. Because he was wounded, however, the throw was not as precisely thrown as Anton had desired; the mace hit Felipe's chest by the mere side of the grip. Yet, due to the unfortunate positioning of Felipe, the force of the impact was enough to send him into the endless number of spears poking out of the weapon's rack. Felipe, with the armory spears having gone through his top left and bottom right torso, left shoulder, right kneecap, and neck, attempted to say one last word to Anton but only coughed up a generous amount of blood before passing away. Four down.
Struggling to sheath his sword, Anton applied pressure to his wound to try slowing down the bleeding, and limped over to Felipe's corpse. Once he was face to face with Felipe, he said, "You died in vain, brother." On that note, he spat on Felipe's face and limped out of the armory into the shadows before the next group of Demigods arrived. When he was safely hidden by darkness, Anton used his Shadow Walk technique to move out of Purgatory's darkness and into that of an alley at midnight in a town on his future hunting grounds; Earth.
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