Click Click... Boom Boom!

You sigh, having waited ten minutes after the succubus rushed off, and your now bored. Well, better do a weapon and gear check up. Shotgun, clean and loaded with a full clip, spare clips fully loaded and in proper order. Rune-blade, still sharp and fully energized with magic and power. Shield is at 98% charge, but that's fine. Flail, all chain links are in place and are in pristine order. No need to check your armor, your visor would have shown that you have damage on it if you took any.

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Fuck. Your bored as hell... you just wish something, ANYTHING AT ALL, would fucking hap-

You suddenly see four Empusa, two Nightmares with Abigor riders, around ten or twelve imps, and one very fat Nalfeshnee.

FINALLY! You thought you would have died of boredom if they took too long. Despite it nearly having been two hours, you swear it was twenty years since you sent off that scared succubus. You crack your neck, and grab the shotgun from your back as an Imp screams in rage (or fear) at the sight of you, causing her and her sisters to charge at you, with the Nightmares and Abigors catching up quickly.

You aim at two Imps that are close together, and fire your grappling hook at them. The trident function loops around both of their necks, either from sheer dumb luck or inhuman skill in aiming, the demons will never know. The trident embeds itself into a stone behind the Imps, with them attached to it and flailing about trying to escape. You are propelled forward with inhuman speed, rushing at the other Imps and Nightmares quickly. You grin wickedly as the wind rushes past you, the adrenaline and rage pumping through your veins. You unload both barrels of your shotgun, the super heated rubber bullets slamming into two imps, knocking them flat on their asses, and clearing the way for your feet to smash into the two imps you pinned.

You turn, having taken out four Imps in less than a minute, sent half of the 'surviving' imps running. Three imps, Two Nightmares and their riding Abigors, Four Empusa, and a Nalfeshnee. Doesn't take you long to decide which is the bigger threat, and swap your shotgun for your rune blade.

You zoom forward, and activate a rune on your rune blade, the rune for **** glowing a crimson color as you dash forward towards the Nalfeshnee. The hog like demon roars/squeals in rage, raising up an axe to strike you down, but your quicker than the fat bitch. Your sword meets her stomach, but the blade hardly has time to leave a mark as the rune activates and sends her flying off into a distant wall, breaking it as she slams into the stone. With lightning reflexes, you wheel around, and slam the rune blade into the ground of the platform your on, splitting it in two. The demons shriek and stumble away from the chasm, splitting it to Imps and Empusa on one side, and the two Riders on the other.

You know exactly who your going for next as well. With a roar fearsome and loud enough to make a Troll shit itself, you race towards the Nightmares and Abigors, barehanded. One of the Nightmares charges at you, the other skittish and taking a bit to decide if it wants to attack, or watch this play out. Just as the Nightmare and her Abigor rider were about to bear down on me, lance in the Abigor's hands and a pair of axes in the Nightmare's, you duck down, and grab the Nightmare at the base of her human torso, and just under the front legs of her horse half. With a roar and a show of strength, you shove under her and flip her, using her momentum to send her flying and to launch the Abigor into the Nalfeshnee, further slamming the hog like demon into the stonework.

You turn, and meet the war hammer of the other Abigor with your stomach, getting shoved back a good few feet. With a grunt, you glare the two, who thick they have won, and trot over with cocks hard and exposed. Overconfident, and too lustful to think straight. Hehe, just the demons you know and love... well, love to fight that is. Once their in arms length, you grab the front legs of the Nightmare, and yank her up, so she is standing only on her hind legs, spilling the Abigor onto the ground in an unpleasant mess. You then ram your helm and horns into the Nightmares unguarded stomach, making her cough violently in pain as you basically rearranged her intestines for a good few hours. You throw her to the side, and march over to the downed Abigor, who is trying to stand up, only to meet your boot to the back of her helmet, ringing it like a bell with her head still inside. She falls over, clutching her head and ringing ears in pain.

You turn, and walk to the chasm, the Imps growing impatient and throwing themselves over to your side, the Empusa not so lucky as they can't jump the distance due to their mismatched legs. You grab your flail, and swing it menacingly in a circle, vertically. One of the three imps lunges at you, her wings spread open wide as she flies cock first towards you. You spin, and slam the flail into her... You have to wince at the pain filled shriek the Imp makes when the mace makes contact with her scrotum. You might dislike demons... hell, you hate them... but that's too far. The imp crumbles downward like wet paper mache, and the other two scamper off, their hands covering their balls as they run/fly.

"Sorry," You mutter, your voice scratchy and rough due to the hellish air, "But that's what you get for being an idiot, pint size." You know she'll heal that wound in an hour and go back to being a lustful bitch, but still, getting hit in the balls sucks.

You turn to the four Empusa, all whom are growling at you with their talons exposed and ready to slash your armor off and fuck you. Not gonna happen, sluts. You grab your rune blade, and leap the chasm, slamming down the energy shield that erupted from your wrists. The **** from your energy shield sends two stumbling back, but the other two race towards you. You twirl your sword with an experienced flourish of your fingers and wrist, before slamming your shield into one that's charging at you and sweep the legs of the other with your rune blade. The one who took the sword to the ankles eats the gravely dirt, hard, while the other crumples down, holding her boobs and nose in pain from your brutal strike. The other two recover, and let out wails that would make banshees nod in approval, before charging at you in a zigzag pattern. You activate another rune on your sword, and slash at the general area where one is going to be in a few seconds, the purple rune for Ruin turning the earth and gravel to sand and loose dust. The Empusa slips and tumbles when her hoof doesn't meet the traction she is use to, and rolls towards you, only for her to roll back towards the edge of the chasm as you punt her with your boot. The last Empusa jumps off a stone, trying to gain a height advantage on you, and lunges forward, claws outstretched and ready to tear at you. You smirk, and slam the cross guard of your blade into her jaw, sending her reeling back in pain, only to catch your knee in her stomach, sending her down to the ground as you stomp on her stomach for a last good effort.

You turn, and see the one Abigor trying to crawl away from the hole in the stone wall the Nalfeshnee made, stumbling on her hands and knees. You march over to her, your weapons sheathed, and pick her up by the back of her head and her hips. She screams out in panic, thrashing about as you hoist her up... only to scream in pain and pleasure as you slam her ass down on one of the dick looking spikes in the wall, a small bulge forming in her stomach from the intrusion.

"You wanna fuck so much? Fuck that, whore." You grunt, before turning away, walking forward towards the hellscape before you, done waiting for a response from the Succubus and now just going to find your mother yourself.