Gahena

Moraks POV:

I landed my light aircraft at the airport in Britain, the sounds of chaos and destruction filling the air. Demon-possessed bodies roamed the streets, preying on the living. People screamed, fleeing in terror.

I watched, unmoved. My mission was clear: fulfill my part of the deal with Mr. Castor.

I left the airport, navigating through the mayhem. My demonic senses guided me, tracking down Mr. Castor's enemies.

First, I targeted Victor Vex, a notorious drug lord. His heavily guarded mansion loomed before me, surrounded by high walls and barbed wire. I smiled, relishing the challenge.

I approached the entrance, where two burly guards blocked my path. They sneered, hands resting on their guns.

"You're not welcome here," one of them growled.

I chuckled, my eyes flashing with hellfire. "I'm not here to make friends."

With a swift kick, I sent the guards crashing to the ground. I strode past them, into the mansion.

Victor's men patrolled the halls, armed to the teeth. I picked them off one by one, using my hellfire to scorch their bodies.

I reached Victor's office, where he cowered behind his desk. His eyes widened as I approached.

"You're a monster," he spat.

I chuckled, my claws extending. "I'm your worst nightmare."

With a swift strike, I pierced Victor's chest, infecting him with my demonic essence. He screamed, his body contorting in agony.

Next, I hunted down Marco "The Bull" Bianchi, another powerful drug lord. His operation was hidden in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.

I infiltrated the warehouse, avoiding detection. Marco's men patrolled the area, armed to the teeth. I picked them off one by one, using my hellfire to scorch their bodies.

Marco himself was a formidable foe, wielding a chainsaw. Our battle raged on, the sound of clashing steel and roaring hellfire echoing through the warehouse.

In the end, my superior strength prevailed. Marco fell to his knees, defeated. I ended his life with a swift claw strike, infecting him with my demonic essence.

Two down, two to go.

I targeted the mafia bosses next. First, I tracked down Donatello "Don" Morano, a ruthless crime lord. His heavily fortified mansion was a challenge, but I breached its defenses with ease.

Don's men were well-trained, but my demonic abilities gave me the upper hand. I slaughtered them, working my way up to Don himself.

The mafia boss attempted to flee, but I caught him, pinning him to the ground. My claws extended, and I pierced his chest, infecting him with my demonic essence.

Last but not least, I hunted down Leonardo "Leo" Esposito, another powerful mafia boss. His operation was hidden in a seedy nightclub on the outskirts of town.

I infiltrated the club, avoiding detection. Leo's men patrolled the area, armed to the teeth. I picked them off one by one, using my hellfire to scorch their bodies.

Leo himself was a cunning foe, attempting to escape through a hidden exit. But I was relentless, pursuing him through the winding corridors.

Our battle was intense, the sound of shattering glass and roaring hellfire echoing through the club.

In the end, my superior strength prevailed. Leo fell to his knees, defeated. I ended his life with a swift claw strike, infecting him with my demonic essence.

My mission was complete. I had eliminated Mr. Castor's enemies.

Now, it was time to hunt down Astra and Marcus. The Sword of Azaddon was within my grasp.

I vanished into the night, my demonic senses guiding me towards my next prey.

Ike's POV:

Sarah and I sprinted across the airport, dodging demon-possessed bodies along the way. We spotted a private jet abandoned on the tarmac and made a beeline for it.

Sarah took the pilot's seat, her hands moving deftly over the controls. I strapped myself in beside her, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.

As the plane took off, Sarah and I exchanged a look of relief. We were finally on our way to Britain, one step closer to finding the Sword of Azaddon.

As we soared through the skies, Sarah and I chatted easily, our conversation flowing like old friends. We talked about our lives before the apocalypse, our families, and our dreams.

I found myself opening up to Sarah in ways I never thought possible. She was easy to talk to, and I felt a deep connection to her.

As the hours passed, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Sarah pointed out the window, and I followed her gaze to the rolling hills and patchwork fields of Britain.

We landed at a small airport on the outskirts of London. Sarah and I exchanged a look of determination as we disembarked from the plane.

We made our way to the British Museum, our senses on high alert for any signs of danger. As we walked, we noticed that the streets were eerily quiet, the only sound the distant moaning of demon-possessed bodies.

Suddenly, a group of demon-possessed bodies emerged from a nearby alleyway. My eyes became black filled with darkness, preparing to defend us.

But as I fought off the demon-possessed bodies, I noticed a figure watching us from the shadows. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Sarah followed my gaze, and her eyes widened in alarm. "Ike, who is that?"

I didn't have time to answer. The figure stepped forward, his eyes fixed on us with an unnerving intensity.

"Morak," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Sarah's hand tightened around mine, and I knew we were in grave danger.

Astra's POV:

We gathered our gear, preparing to leave the library behind. Our mission was clear: retrieve the Sword of Azaddon from the beach where Marcus had thrown it into the ocean.

As we stepped out into the empty streets, our senses were on high alert. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the distant moaning of demon-possessed bodies.

We moved cautiously, our eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. James and Marcus walked point, their guns at the ready.

Suddenly, two demon-possessed bodies emerged from a nearby alleyway. James and Marcus swiftly took them down, shooting them with silver bullets at their chests.

But more demon-possessed bodies appeared, and we were forced to run. We piled into a nearby van, with Mike taking the driver's seat.

As we sped away, the demon-possessed bodies gave chase. But Mike's skilled driving soon lost them in the winding streets.

As we caught our breath, James began to entertain us with jokes. Marcus and I exchanged a glance, and I noticed the worry etched on his face.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," I said, trying to reassure him. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

But Marcus's expression only darkened. "How is it okay when you're sacrificing yourself for the goddamn world?"

I sighed, feeling a pang of sadness. "It is what it is, Marcus. It was my fault in the first place."

Marcus's voice rose in protest. "But this shouldn't be the price you pay for it!"

I shook my head, feeling a sense of resignation. "Well, unfortunately, it is. It's my fate, and I'm trying to live with it."

Mike's voice interrupted our conversation. "Guys, we've got a problem. The road is blocked ahead."

We piled out of the van, gazing up at the barricade of debris and abandoned cars. We would have to continue on foot.

As we trudged through the desolate landscape, we encountered more demon-possessed bodies. But we were well-armed, and we fought our way through the hordes.

James took down several with his silver bullets, while Marcus wielded a machete with deadly precision. Mike and Claire fought bravely, taking down demon-possessed bodies with their guns and knives.

I fought alongside them, my heart heavy with the knowledge of what lay ahead.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we crested a dune and saw the beach spread out before us. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the waves.

I sighed, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. We had made it to the beach.

But now, the real challenge began.