December 31'st in the year 4891 a catastrophe worse then any before it occurred. Earth was still recovering from being hit with mutated meteors and having people with huge amounts of power clashing on its surface.

Paul Seer. a legendary fighter who went through many hardships to stop this coming apocalypse... he failed. he fought with huge monstrous creatures in hordes while being surrounded in the blood and dead courses of those he failed to protect.

the entire planet was dyed a shade of red and natural disasters were a conmen occurrence. mutated monstrous disgusting creatures roamed the land in the ruins of the old civilisations that used to live there.

Paul was getting stronger each day. at the day of 4895 December 12 he was at the level of fighting equally with the monsters that plague the land but it wasn't enough. Paul could only see his failures. every time he closes his eyes he sees the people he failed to protect. his parents, his younger sister, his friends at school, his lover, his entire race... Death would have been better for him.

Paul hated the walls and floor he walked across. instead of concrete or grass the ground was made up of bodies and gore. the people there had their eyes stitched shut and were full of countless wounds. these creatures didn't do this out of hunger or survival they did this for fun. like we were rabbits to be stuffed and mounted on the wall.

Paul had more then any one else given a reason to live and grow stronger. occasionally he would come across another of the worlds fighters who still managed to survive. some of them asked to be killed since they didn't want to live any more and some wanted to kill him for failing his mission and the entire world. he also met the occasional group of survivors who were trying to rebuild small civilisations with strong warriors to keep the monsters at bay.

Paul was growing stronger and also he had a destination. he had to go to where it all began. he had to kill the hive mind of infection at the core of this incurable disease. The Demon Lord. ha... hahhahahaaa. A demon lord, like one out of fantasy stories. those fantasy stories depicted a hero strong enough to match the demon lord like he was always going to. an all powerful protagonist. Paul had failed his job as the hero but still fought on. if he didn't end this who else would?

"Paul, a pack of 'worms' are coming from directly below us. around 6 maybe 7 of them"(Darron)

Oh that is right. Darron is an adventurer who joined me in hopes of avenging those who he had lost and also in hopes of killing me after I kill the demon lord. we have been travelling together for a year now and his main skill is detecting those creatures as well as edible food that doesn't include the dead/dying bodies that make up the landscape.

"Ok then. find a place to hide and I will take care of it" (Paul) my voice that had already lost any and all emotion remained calm in this situation, my eyes that used to have a fire in them were dead and have been dead ever since I saw the events that occurred directly in front of them on the first day of the demon lords rule.

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within moments from below the ground 8 worms the size of sky scrapers shot out destroying all the near by buildings in a fountain of gore. Paul wore nothing but rags and a sword by his waist. this sword had nothing but a broken blade but the power that still flowed through it was huge.

"Broken Blade Of The Hero, Cursed Slash" (Paul) drawing the sword that glowed with power as he used it to its highest of efficiencies and he wouldn't be holding back. had had been almost 6 years since everything was lost and the blade was broken. it shattered in the hands of the demon lord. The demon lord had 12 insanely strong monsters that followed him as well. But at the time Paul couldn't even handle the lowest of the food chain in the demon lords armies. to many people died but because of all this Paul was forced into becoming stronger.

A single slash with a blade that was only 11 cm long and worn from countless battles made a clean cut through all the near by buildings and sliced all the building sized monsters in half. the 8 monsters fell to the ground and Paul sat down while sheathing his blade.

The Hero's Blade was once significantly stronger and arrived on earth along with mana in the year 3038. Paul was friends with the Hero's Blade however the blade stopped talking the moment it was broken. every time the hero draws his blade he should be able to talk with it however Paul was now unable to now.

"Is it even still necessary to hide?"(Darron) Darron looked around still amazed at Paul's level of power.

"Yes. I never take chances in this situation." (Paul)

"Fine, we only have 3 more days of journey time before we reach that ungodly dark twisted evil aura that makes the other monsters we have faced up till now look nothing short of pathetic. any last words?" (Darron)

"I won't die however if I do then the world has lost this and the demon lord will slowly torture everyone still alive in every way imaginable and then if they are lucky he will kill them and put them out of their misery, so if I have last words then they would have to be if anyone sees me after this kill me because I wouldn't be able to take that sort of life"(Paul)

We then continued our long walk to the demon lord in his palace of the broken.

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I wonder if I was descriptive enough? or would I be considered twisted if I added to much description? Let me know if you would rather I don't spare any details or if you think I should make it more child friendly ;)