Outside, the city of Nazeroth was in chaos.
Fires were everywhere, buildings set ablaze in flames, and entire structures toppled from destruction. The moon was nigh, bright and illuminative, but the grey smoke and smog arising from the piles of ash and blaze served to darken the night further.
All around, mutilated corpses belonging to Demon Race civilians lay scattered. Some were gutted in the stomach, others were outright decapitated. The lucky ones had painless deaths, the unlucky ones… well. They were left alive for a few more seconds to suffer from searing pain after they'd been dealt a fatal wound.
"…" I clenched my fists. I didn't care about Demons one way or another, but the idea that these guys were massacring this many innocents didn't sit right with me. Taking out one my katanas while holding my gun with my other hand, Eve and I set off.
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