Earth... It's not the same anymore. Debris and corpses litter the ground, the sky a menacing shade of blood-red. On top of a mountain of bodies, a devil with six wings and a halo stands triumphant. The devil's wings are black with streaks of red, contrasting starkly with his pure white halo.
"Mortal, this is my victory. You can't win," the devil proclaimed, his voice echoing ominously.
The battered and bloodied human before him refused to yield. "This is not your victory," he declared, a glimmer of *hope* shining in his eyes.
"You... destroyed my hometown, destroyed Earth, destroyed all of mankind, for what?!?" he shouted, struggling to stand, his armor torn and covered in blood. The devil snickered at his defiance.
"For what? Just for fun, I suppose. Watching you all scurry and beg for mercy is simply... pathetic. And so much fun!" the devil laughed maniacally.
The human stood silently, listening to the devil's taunts. Bit by bit, the glimmer of hope in his eyes began to fade.
'No, I need to fight. Everyone believes in me... my mother, my friends, all of mankind... their lives depend on me. I. Need. To. Fight,' he resolved internally. The fading hope reignited, burning brighter than ever.
'Oh? Ready for round two, I see?' the devil thought, amused. "Tell me, what's your name?" he asked, grinning widely.
"My name is... Alexander Sorter," Alexander replied, charging with blinding speed.
'So fast!?' the devil thought but remained composed. "But so futile..." he muttered, effortlessly dodging Alexander's slash.
"You think having hope is enough to defeat me?" he taunted, punching Alexander's sword aside and delivering a crushing uppercut that sent Alexander reeling.
'He dodged that!?' Alexander thought, stunned. Suddenly, the devil's kick sent him flying several meters back.
"I don't even need to use my power. My pure strength is all I need!" the devil roared, leaping towards Alexander and delivering a devastating punch to his abdomen, slamming him into a wall.
"Ugh! Fuck..." Alexander coughed up blood, his vision blurring. Suddenly, a hand pierced his chest.
"AGHH!" he screamed in agony as the devil laughed, his hand buried in Alexander's chest.
"All of your efforts are so useless..." the devil laughed uncontrollably. Alexander hung there, impaled and helpless, as the devil's laughter echoed around them.
"So, any last words?" the devil asked, his laughter subsiding.
Alexander stared at him defiantly. "In my next life... I will beat you to a pulp, you fucking devil," he spat, raising his hand to give the devil the middle finger.
"What's this? Some kind of magic?" the devil asked, puzzled. "Well, it seems the magic didn't work. And your last words... next life?" he sneered, gripping Alexander's neck and severing it with a brutal squeeze.
Making him lose conscius and finally. Death came to him.