Globules of fire rained from the air. A smoky haze filled the sky, and the harsh smell of iron smock choked out the dim rays of orange light from a dying star. Buildings crafted from burnished bronze and polish brass reached up like the hands of a dying god. Smoke stacks reached even higher, belching out thick clouds of black miasma that was covered in a blood red hue. For as far as the eye could see, furnaces, and smelters lined the landscape like a cancerous growth, sapping the land for everything it was worth.

The scent of death was strong here. That, and the rancid stench of rotting flesh, and fermenting blood. It clung to the empty ground, and struggled against the acrid scent of burning iron. Black rocks dotted the few bits of bare landscape, along with bleached white skulls piled up like small mountains. Lava cut through the landscape like a lazy river, with pockets of rising air causing oily thick bubbles to form and explode. Debris flew through the air, landing onto the steel dirt with crackling sizzles. The distant sounds of churning furnaces reached out with sonic booms and mind bending grating.

Infernal harpies glided through the air. The taint of war had long since corrupted their forms, turning them into small bovine like creatures flapping brown leather wings. Their twisted forms were bulbous, and covered in decrepit brown flesh that sagged and wept thin trails of blood through open scars. That very same blood dripped through the air in a steady flow, before evaporating from the sheer heat that rose from the ground.

But this cycle of Tranquility was sundered by a riotous purple vortex that shredded the air. A howling wail rose, and a single pulse blew away the black fog that clung to the ground.

“WHO DARES INVADE MY REALM!” A voice that sounded like an unholy blend of cow and man, exploded outwards, forcing the smog back into its resting place.

“What a crude landscape.” Imari’s honey sweet voice cut through the air with all the sharpness of a knife as she stepped through the portal. She heard the unknown demon's voice, as clear as a day, but chose to ignore it and instead gaze at the new landscape. The thrill of traveling sent excitement ripping through her.

“I agree, elder sister.” A throaty male voice hung in the air as another demon walked through it. Its voice was sultry, as if weaved together by the most harmonious of songs.

Imari's eyes drank in the sight of the smug filled planes, and mounds of bleached white skulls that were piled all over the ground. “Disgusting. Once we are done here we will transform this place into something beautiful.” Her honey smooth voice rang into the air again, and her music began to rise.

“INSOLENT DEMONS. I WILL DRINK THE MARROW FROM YOUR BONES, AND WEAR YOUR SKULLS AS ORNAMENTS.” Again that deep voice boomed across the landscape, and finally drew Imari's attention to it.

Her eyes flickered up to the distant source, instantly locating its position based on the sound. Strands of violet, blossomed in her eyes the sounds of death rose from her veins into the air. “I am Imari. Chosen of Demon Lord Amaya. I am the Virtuoso of Death, and its harbinger.” The cries that filled her veins screamed into the air, and for a few seconds, the sounds of the siblings it slew, filled the air with mind breaking rapture. “I will add your brothers and sisters to my symphony.”

A deep growl answered in response and blood red eyes flickered into life through the choking smog. At first it was a single set, then it doubled, and doubled once again. In the blink of an eye, thousands of eyes came to life through the smog, and casted a baleful hue.

“Come my siblings. Let's carve smiles onto their faces, and show them the most tender of agonies.” A feral grin split Imaris face, revealing a row of brilliant white pointed teeth.

A rising chorus scream ripped through the air, as more demons poured through the violet vortex, and the Demons of Perfect Ruin rushed into the smog. Each danced as if they were a trope of ballerinas. Each wielded a weapon crafted from gray stone and gnarled wood that sang with such euphoric shouting the air quivered and their blood sang.

Imari stood there as her warband rushed around her like a tide. Both imps and their stronger counterparts poured from the Vortex and into the fray of growing combat. The sounds of bestial roars, sundered the smog, as well as the wet sounds of bodies being ripped apart. The beautiful music only grew in power with each passing beat of Imari's heart as it crashed into her ambient hum.

Bestial roars became sonic booms as they were amplified. Metal crashing into itself twisted into a rising cacophony that caused the ground to tremble. Rocks jumped into the air, and the smog quivered as the din of battle rose rapidly in pitch.

Imari shuddered as pleasure shrieked through her veins. “More.” She whispered into the cacophony as she gripped her spear in a knuckle white grip. “Louder.” Her voice became desperate as she lifted her stone spear into the air and twisted it.

Sound for a fleeting moment became visible around the stone tip, before she swung it in a brutal arc. Pulses of blood red energy rippled outwards into the smog, and blasted it away, revealing a chaotic battle.

The red energy lashed out, and slammed into a giant dual legged bovine like creature. Its muscles flexed, trying to divert the energy. But it failed and sheared the creature in half. Ichor and viscera exploded into the air, and coated the ground in sanguine life force.

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A furious rage blossomed into the bovine creature's eyes for a split second, and a deep bellow escaped through its lips. But just as quickly as the defiance came, it faded away like ice in the summer sun.

“Your voice is mine now.” Imari's voice cut through the raging battle like a knife. A crimson cloud bled through the leathery brown skin of the demon of war, and escaped into the air.

But it was captured by an invisible force that clasped the red fog in a vice grip. Another bellow tore into the air as the red fog formed the roughly humanoid shape of the bovine once more. The red fog roared, and tried to dash away, but the invisible energy pulled it towards Imari with all the power of a blackhole.

It fought hard, yet it was powerless to escape from her grasp. Hunger spread across the chosen's face as she sucked the demon of war's soul towards her. It bellowed and roared as tendrils of energy rushed through Imari's parted lips.

Her body trembled, as red of the darkest variety spread across her skin, following the trails of her veins. A strange light shimmered into existence and filled her body with a pulsing glow and she greedily consumed the demon. The crown of horns that adorned her head grew larger with a slight twist and looked as if they were quenched in blood. Her muscles rippled like water before tightening and becoming leaner.

A throaty moan radiated from her lips as a deep hum joined her choir. It was another kill, and this one was a strong one. Oh how she loved the feeling of expanding her song.

Her blood tinted eyes closed shut as she rolled her head. Imari embraced the feeling of strength coursing through her veins, as the power consolidated into a raging tempest within her chest. Predatory eyes flickered open once more, and surveyed the area with loving interest. Her war band had already broken through the first ring of defenses. The fighting was savage and brutal, with casualties piling up on both sides.

Her siblings danced through waves of bovine imps, and common demons, wearing intestines as scarfs, and broken jaws as crowns. Metal weapons were salvaged from dying fingertips, and the previous were discarded like a forgotten lover.

Imari took her first step forward, swaying on the blood choked wind. Her hips rocked with each languid step and her spear twirled on her fingertips, light as a feather. With each step she took the smog was pushed backwards, and grass sprouted around her fingertips. Rivers of blood rose from the ground, and carved channels, into the dirt, filling the air with the thick cloying scent.

Her steps picked up in pace as her hair danced on the wind. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and her thoughts narrowed as her impulses took control. She didn't care about her siblings. She didn't care about stratagem. All she cared about was the fighting, and bringing honor to her father's name.

The crunch of dirt under her bare feet tickled her mind, and the gust of hot air kissing her skin brought her to shivers. Oh, how she relished feeling everything.

Her eyes narrowed as she grew closer to the front line. The sounds of fighting redoubled, and brought her heart to a rising crescendo. Her eyes locked onto the closest demon of war, and her muscles quivered anticipation as she saw that it was on the verge of becoming a greater demon and was the area's commander.

The opponent roared into the air, and bared its wide white fangs up towards the sky. It stood double her height, and its muscles were as thick as some of the trees back in her home realm.

“You make my blood boil.” Imari whimpered out in a sultry moan as she dashed forward, brandishing her spear.

The minotaur huffed and swung a simple double headed ax the size of her fast enough that the air howled. Imari grinned, and twisted her body and flowed around the metal weapon like water.

“Is a big strong man like you not enough to handle little ole me?” She asked as she slithered around the ax, and landed on the ground deftly. Her spear sang as it shot forward, tearing a gash into the giant monster's stomach.

“I'll skin you alive and use your skull as an ornament.” The demon howled in rage as blood wept from the gash, and soaked the ground. Without hesitation, it slid its hands down the haft of its axes, and brought it back through in a harsh arc.

“Is that so?” Imari asked with a playful tone as she jumped into the air, twisting her body around as if gravity held no sway.

Violet glass ebbed from her skin, as her heart raced in her chest. Time seemed to come to a screeching halt as her thoughts moved faster. A mental connection grew with the storm of glass around her, and a howling gale filled the air. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” She asked as she landed and easily flowed around the ghastly swung ax. Dirt kicked into the air, and the sound of fighting mingled with the deathly song that clung to Imari's body.

Rage flooded from the minotaur in tangible waves, and crushed the ground beneath it with unrelenting power. “I'LL KILL YOU.” The giant cow roared again, and swung its ax widely. The speed increased yet again, and the ax head moved so quickly a burst of sonic booms followed behind it.

Imari laughed widely as she planted her heel into the ground, and twisted her body, like a leaf caught In the wind. Glass burst around her in a dazzling display, and formed a mirror behind her.

The ax whistled through the air and the sonic booms rocked her.body, causing a series of mini orgasms to rip through her. Pain from rupture eardrums and shattered bones mixed into pleasure and the demon was caught in its claws like a helpless pup.

She brought her stone spear up, and then back down in sharp descent that screamed in uncontrollable ecstasy. Muscle, and flesh parted like wet paper as the spear drank in the life fluids of the demon.

The battle was fierce, and while the minotaur did not land a single blow the aftershocks of the attacks inflicted tremendous damage onto the chosen. Yet she wasn't bothered in the slightest. She adored the damage she received. She relished the sensations that washed over her as pain dug into her enhanced senses. But the end was yet to come, and the battle was just beginning.