[ Log entry: Day 42, Log 509 ]

I was walking my dog today, under the bright red sky of the Forbidden Zone of hell.

Multitude of Demons walked behind me, following in my footsteps. They really are good followers, shifting to my side the minute I killed their head. The whole city of demon was now on my tail, showing their acceptance of me with sharp spears. Their voices collective screamed my moniker with so much emotions, which I still don't understand. I am not well versed in demonic, yet demons were well versed in human.

Yes, they were trying to kill me.

I know they were trying to kill me. The few spears that few past my face was a clear indication if any. I was keeping them on my trail, making sure that they followed me. I need food for my Dog. I need a dummy to throw at Demon Lord.

But on the contrast, my calculation might have been wrong. The dog was gaining form in a twisted way, looking more like a hound with multiple screaming faces on its body. I don't know what I was creating, what kind of abomination going to come out of this, but I will let hell deal with it.

Not my problem to deal with.

If a new demon dog were to go on a rampage in hell, is it my problem. As long as it doesn't come back to bite me, I am chill.

And I just Jinxed myself, freaking awesome.

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[ Log entry: Day 45, Log 527 ]

I think I am near the Demon lord, the meaty eyes is shaking too much to my liking.

Since that I am near the Demon Lord, I think it is time for me to cut my tail. The dog was also hungry. With that thought, I planted most of my traps around me before I used the anti-gravity boots hover above the red sand and walked behind the sand dune, waiting.

The suit had many other functions, with the combat mode unlocked, many other options showed themselves to me. From flight to Force field constructs, multitude of weapon array. The guns were still full.

From the amount of weapons I had, I was prepared to fight through hell.

But I could tell there was something more, something more powerful at my hands but I can't ell which. It like a locked memory, known and unknown, I had knowledge of it existence yet I can't grasp its essence. I will figure it out after I get the memory. Maybe I will gain a power-up.

But I had to shift my attention, the traps had gone off.

I turned to see many demons confined in the force-field, their body chiseling against the light cage. However, not all were caught in the traps. The uncaught demons looked around in alert. Their numbers were few, sizes differing like a child's lego build, irregular.

I got up from the sand, dusting my coat and drew my SMG. The demons turned to me immediately, lusting at my delicious flesh, yet they would savor non. The trigger was pulled and the light bullet pierced the demon that was charging first.

I pulled the trigger, unloading a barrage of bullets, knocking and harming most demons in the process. But the demons pushed forward, clawing the sands as they rushed to feast on my flesh. The bullets only caused them pain as it dug into their body, I needed to hit their heads to end them. But with how fast they were moving, I could only successfully hit their body even with a rain of bullets.

The demons closed the distance, claws reaching for my head. But that what I wanted. I sheathed the SMG and pushed back. The sand dune was tall enough to give me few seconds of flight. I caught the hand of the demon, pulling him with me down hill.

With a turn, I pulled my shotgun, and pushed the barrel against the demon before pulling the trigger. The shotgun roared, spitting out a slug with a deafening blast. The recoil jolted through my arms, but I kept steady as the slug tore through the demon's chest, leaving a smoking hole where its heart used to be. It crumpled to the ground with a guttural scream, but there was no time to savor the victory.

I pumped the shotgun, the action smooth and automatic. The empty shell casing clinked as it ejected, spinning through the air before clattering to the ground. Without missing a beat, I adjusted my aim to the next target, a lanky demon with spindly limbs and a mouth that stretched too wide, sliding on the loose sand.

BOOM.

Another shot, another demon down. Its body convulsed as the slug blew through its skull, splattering its twisted brains across the red sand. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the screams of the dying.

I felt the shotgun click empty after the third shot. My hand moved on instinct, reaching to my belt where the extra slugs were stored. I pulled out a fresh one, the silver glinting in the red light, and slammed it into the chamber. The familiar click of the reload was like music to my ears.

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I twisted around just in time to catch a demon lunging at me from the side. A wiry, sinewy thing with claws like daggers. I didn't flinch. The shotgun came up in a flash, the barrel mere inches from its face.

BOOM.

The blast blew its head clean off, the body collapsing in a heap at my feet. Another spent shell flew out, spinning away as I pumped the shotgun once more. The rhythm of battle had taken over now—shoot, pump, reload, shoot. My movements were fluid, almost mechanical.

The demons kept coming, but I wasn't slowing down. The shotgun barked again and again, each shot finding its mark with deadly precision. I danced through the chaos, weaving between the lunging bodies, always one step ahead. My senses were sharp, every detail clear—the heat of the muzzle, the crunch of shells underfoot, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

As I took down the last of the immediate attackers, I felt the shotgun click empty once more. My fingers were already reaching for another slug, but something in the air changed. My fingers paused, tracing the cold shell, my eyes surveys the surrounding.

There were no more demons to kill.

Breathing heavily, I surveyed the carnage, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline. The shotgun felt warm in my hands, a reliable partner in this hellish battle. I slung the shotgun back over my shoulder, stepping over the corpses as I calmed back. The demons burned away with my steps, turing to the dust in the wind.

I arrived to the caged demons, bodies of ripped demons littered around them. My dog dug into those corpses, chewing the twisted flesh, savoring the taste. I let the dog eat as I moved to the caged demons, unloading the slugs on each one, exorcising them.

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[ Log entry: Day 46, Log 535 ]

Few days had passed in my perspective, terrain changing from red sand dunes to brunt volcanic rocks. Hot lava flowing through the veins. The climb was getting harder and harder, the terrain a challenge to be over come, a trail to be surpassed.

I had already spent at least an year in this hell hole, traversed the red desert for unknown distance. Guided up this eyeball-compass wiggling in my hand, pointing towards the direction of Nytemayr, the Lord of the Forbidden Zone. It wasn't exactly the most reassuring guide, but it was all I had.

But my sixth senses says that I am getting close, an unease creeping under my skin. Even thought normally I would have ran away, considering that I was trying to meet with the Lord of the Forbidden Zone. My senses were as calm as a lake in winter, frozen cold. I had no idea why I don't fear a demon lord.

Maybe I was strong enough to take him out.

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[ Log entry: Day 47, Log 543 ]

I have arrived at a standpoint,

A chasm that stretched to the horizon, filled with unending darkness. Howls of horror and nightmare echoed of jaggered wall of the chasm.

Deep within the chasm, I could see a massive structure—an ancient, crumbling fortress carved into the side of the abyss. It radiated an aura of dread, a malevolent energy that would make ones hair stand up. Not for me though.

This had to be the place. Nytemayr's lair.

I activated the hover booths and jumped towards the fortress. The walls of the chasm were lined with jagged spikes and the remains of those unfortunate enough to have fallen into this abyss. The closer I got, the more intense the aura of fear became, pressing down on me like a physical weight. My suit's defenses flared, the golden glow brightening as it fought against the oppressive energy.

Finally, I landed at the entrance of the fortress—a massive, iron door adorned with demonic symbols and carvings. The eyeball-compass in my hand went limp, its purpose fulfilled. I tossed it aside and approached the door, feeling the overwhelming presence of Nytemayr just beyond it.

Taking a deep breath, I kicked the door open. It groaned in protest, the sound echoing through the cavernous hall beyond. As I stepped inside, the temperature dropped sharply, my breath visible in the frigid air. I couldn't help but try to form smoke rings, but to my horror, I could not form it.

The hall was lined with towering statues of demons broken and battered, unseen eyes following me as I walked. At the far end of the hall, seated on a throne of blackened bones and twisted metal, was Nytemayr.

He was immense, his form barely contained by the throne. His fur was the color of midnight, etched with glowing red runes that pulsed with dark energy. His eyes, burning like twin suns, locked onto me the moment I entered. His twin horns twisting like a crown on his head. Two bat like wings laid to the side.

"You dare enter my domain, mortal?" Nytemayr's voice was a deep, guttural rumble that shook the very walls of the fortress.

I stopped in my tracks, feeling the full assault of his breath bearing down on me. But I had come too close to back down now. My fingers flexed, ready to reach for my weapons at a moments notice and blow a hole through this towering figure.

"I've come for your seal," I said, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at my insides. "I need it to leave the Forbidden Zone."

Nytemayr's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he would try to strike me down where I stood. But then, a low, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips.

"You're either brave or foolish, mortal. Few have the audacity to demand anything of me, let alone my seal."

I kept my gaze fixed on him, "I'm not leaving without it."

Nytemayr leaned forward, his massive form casting a shadow that engulfed me. "Very well. If you seek my seal, you must prove yourself worthy. Survive my trials, and I will grant you what you seek. Fail, and you will join the countless souls who have perished in this abyss."

Without another word, the floor beneath me began to tremble. The stone cracked and split. But I stood in place, my hover boots still active. I looked to the Demon Lord, my eyes questioning his action.

The Demon lord looked flustered, not exactly confronted with a possible scenario. Seem like, non who came to him had failed to fall into his trap. This was probably the first.

"Ahem... You need to complete the trial if you want the seal," The Demon Lord repeated.

I folded my arms, raising a brow. The intensity in my eyes increase, as I calculated the moved. But I had a strike of Idea, even though an Idea could not hurt me.

"Ok, I will do your trail But do you promise to keep the end of your deal?" I questioned, I need him to agree.

"I shall," The demon agreed, not hiding his smugness. He is definitely planning of stabbing me in the back.

"The deal is done Demon, with GOD as our witness,"

I pulled the cross out and threw it towards him. The Demon freaked as golden chains sprout from it and borrowing into the demons heart. The deal was made, if I succeed, I would gain the seal to leave. If the demon were to cheat me, he is about to get exorcised.

"You!!!"

"Peace out!" I stopped hovering, flashing the brightest smile I could muster before falling into the darkness.