I stare out the window at a dark street. I know their out there. And I know they're coming for me. I pull my sword out of the wall that I had stuck it through and leave. I feel them stopping, turning, sensing me. The begin to move slowly towards me. I walk down the street towards the lights in the distance. A person jumps out from behind an abandoned car. He lunges at me with clawed fingers, his face twisted into an evil grimace. I quickly slash him open without stopping. He falls to the ground dead. I feel more possessed getting closer to me, moving with an urgency. I know they don't want me to survive.
The people used to be normal everyday people, but they are not possessed with demons. Their souls tainted and demonic. They hunt people that havn't been possessed and infect them with their demonic essence. Though they can't infect me, they just need me to die. I begin to jog as I feel the mass of them moving on me. I can hear them running behind me, scrambling over one another, moving through cars, breaking out of windows. I can see them in my peripheral vision running on the rooftops of the buildings around me.
In front of me the ground shakes and the asphalt breaks apart as a huge demon crawls out of the ground. He stands several feet taller than me, his skin is falling off his body slowly, revealing the muscle and tissue under. He has no lips so his teeth and jaw are fully bared. He screams maniacly and charges at me. I raise my sword and slice through his neck without missing a step in my jog. He falls down dead. The horde of demons behind me hesitates for a moment and then continues to follow me.
I am bored of these demons. I am tired of them attacking me. I am tired of avoiding them. I am tired of this standstill. I begin to run as fast as I can. The demons can't keep up.
I come upon a large house with lights on. There are demons crawling on the outside of the house, and a mass of them trying to break into a large metal door. As I arrive they turn and began lunging towards me. I kill them one by one. I feel more coming, more then I have ever seen. I go to the door. It is metal, iron. It has a symbol of a bird on it, in the birds claws is an eye. I pull the door open easily and enter. I close the door behind me and place the lock in so it can't be opened.
Before me is a short hallway that leads only to a set of stairs. I climb the stairs slowly to find group of people. There are four people surounding a woman. The woman is naked laying down with her legs spread apart. She has dark blonde hair that is matted to her face and shoulders as she is sweating. Another woman is kneeling in front of her vagina. This woman has a sharp triangular face, she wears spectacles and her hair is pulled tightly back in a large braid. She is wearing a robe that covers most of all of her. She is stimulating the other womans clitoris while slowly scrapping the inside of her vagina with spoon. She looks up at me as I enter.
A man approaches me. He is short and old. He has a very long and wide beard that is pure white. His spectacles are cracked and he has a full head of white hair. He holds a cloth cap in his hands, he squeezes it like a stress ball. He approches me with astonishment and says "I didn't believe you existed! I thought you were just a myth." I think he's rambling and ask what's going on. Everyone looks at eachother, seemingly unable to decide what to say. There are two more men in the room. One is a small frail man with long lanky limbs. he is standing to the side of the girl looking down at her worriedly. He too has a triangular face. his hair is red and short. His arms folded in worry. The other man is a doctor that is overseeing everything with a worried expression.
I look at the girl laying down and she looks back up to me. I move towards and instantly realize that she holds something inside of her that they are trying to get. But something is blocking it. I push the other woman aside and tell her I know what to do. I pull my penis out and press it against her opening. She is wet and ready. I push myself inside of her for one thrust and then pull myself out. A thick cream colored liquid begins to poor out of her. She gasps in pleasure and begins to cry in happiness. The people around me push me out of the way and began to place mason jars under her, filling them. I put myself back in my pants and pick my sword back up. I go outside to defend these people.
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