Fall of the Lotus Snake Chapter 2

They shook the Earth as they set foot on her soil.

The Demons tremble as they drew closer.

They are powerful than the Holiest of all Angels and the most notorious of all Demons.

Forged by the Hands of God, they are his weapons.

They acted as the bulwark against Evil; his sword and his shield.

They are the speartip of Heaven, striking the enemy in vital parts.

They are His and the Queen of Angels' Promise to us.

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"Watch my left, brother!" Blackshot yelled even if his buddy was an inch away beside him.

"There is no need to shout, brother." Dominic replied as he raised his Blast Rifle and aimed it to the left. He could see Demons in black hoodie assembling. Each one were armed with short bloodied axes. Tactical pants and combat boots completed their appearance.

They were in the middle of an intersection, surrounded by gray buildings long abandoned by the inhabitants to save themselves from the battle. Blackshot couldn't remember their objective when they first arrived in the city. He wasn't sure if this was a defense and hold or they were sent to a specific objective that has to be done

"We need to talk after this." Blackshot said. "Something is not quite right."

As soon as he finished his sentence, the Demons started to move towards them with a disturbing speed. Blackshot immediately searched for the easiest head to shoot at. He fired, turning the head of a Lotus Snake Demon into a mushy pulp of gore. Its brain and skull spilled across the pavement, wetting it with blood. He searched for the next target and fired thrice. The Demon fell backwards with a missing head. The third one rushed at him. He knew that pointing his rifle at the Demon was useless because it was closing its distance to him quickly. He struck at its head downwards, putting it into a halt as the sharp edge of the armblade dug its forehead. He pressed the barrel of his rifle against its chest and relentlessly fired, blowing the corpse away.

He sensed the fourth one closing in; Blackshot aimed for the Demon's ankle, cleaving it and in result, tripped it off balance. He impaled its chest, spraying blood all over the ground. He made a mistake in his footings and ended up slipping to the ground as the blood has made the road too wet to walk upon. He crawled with his elbows as he fired at the fifth Demon, bullets ravaged its chest. He raised his right hand and sent a surge of lightning at the sixth one who tried to stab him. Two bullets sped towards his chestplate. He aimed and fired back at the seventh one, which was just directly beside him.

Pulling out his machete from the Demon's chest, he glanced at Dominic as he killed three Demons with precise headshots. Dominic pivoted to the left and quickly fired at the Demon. The Blood Axe Demons are known for their speed and their use of axes and knives. Some said that these Demons influencee Human minds to turn them into serial killers. Now, Dominic knew why.

He sent the stock of his Blast Rifle at the face of an Axe Demon. It hit the ground followed by a crack! He pressed a foot against its chest and fired at its obscured face. He balled his left hand into a fist and sent it against another Demon. It flew backwards. He ended its life with another three burst of plasma shots to the head.

He advanced five steps further before dropping a knee on the ground. He was lucky to have the standard issued Blast Rifle in his hands. Holy plasma energy burns more than those mundane Human weapons that Blackshot is using. He fired at an Axe Demon, burning its chest. He aimed at its brethren to its right, hosing it down with plasma shots, then to further right, killing it as well. He slung his rifle to his side; an orange lace appeared in an instant, connecting his weapon and his armor to prevent it from falling to the ground. He cocked back and tossed a magnetic grenade across the general direction of the enemies. When the grenade stuck itself on one of the foot of the advancing Demons, it exploded in an instant, blowing them away.

Blackshot sprang to his feet and charged at Dominic. He gripped the handle of his machete tightly as he closed in.

"Brother, what do you--"

"Behind you!!" He yelled as he sent a flying kick which prompted Dominic to duck. When Blackshot made contact, an unseen figure shifted; sparks flew around its 'chest'. It uncloaks automatically with a hum, revealing a robotic droid in black paint and conical face plate. It was powered by hellfire. Red light peeked out of its circular 'eye'.

"A Hell Guard, brother." Blackshot said as he put a round to its face. "We are surrounded now and I am sure of it."

"What's the plan?"

"Plan? I don't even know what am I doing here. If we survive this, we are going to talk. And then we'll have a plan." He said as he discarded the magazine from his FN-SCAR Rifle and slapped a fresh new one. "But for now, survive." Blackshot laughed.

TBC...