One Devil army

You jumped high above the barricade straight into the first row of future corpses, knocking down and instantly killing couple of them. Then, before they could even react, you stood up and unleashed the ammunition you've been storing inside of you, the red spikes shooting in almost every direction, piercing. seeding **** in first few rows.

"Watch oughgh!" Screamed the flag bearer before he got impaled by your extended armr, his banner now dropping into a puddle of blood.

You stopped as they retreated and looked at you from behind their shields. If only they could see a smile on your face. You always knew that demons were pathetic creatures, always attempting to grasp the real power, always failing at it. They never understood that you had to bargain and give up a lot to become something... more.

You heard cheers of happiness behind you. Someone was shouting to give them hell. Someone was cheering up for that human, David and promising him a lot of babies. And someone else clearly had too weak stomach to witness a blood bath you just made.

There was a commotion among the enemies in front of you. A massive demon decided to step down from his mount and come out in front, holding a giant axe in his hand. He was easily eight foot tall, his body in plate armoud except for his wings.

"I am Sakarram, leader of the Blade that Pierced the Heavens. Those are the lands of our mighty lord, Khaj. Who are you and why are you stopping us in a capture of our slaves?"

As he was talking you realized that his armour was enchanted and would block any ordinary projectiles. Of course you could fully try to drain this mortal shell, but it would be counter productive in the end, as you wouldn't get enough fuel to deal with everything else.

So you went for a different solution.

"Run now!"

An ear destroying sound wave erupted from you, a shattering ground following it knocked the demon commander on his back.

"Layla, come! He wants us to go!" You heard familiar feminine voice, but you didn't care about it or it's response. You gave them their chance.

You jumped on top of the commander, ripping away his helmet with your bare hands, and went for a blow. You missed. You didn't account that his lackeys can come back to their senses and defend their lord. Sheer strength of multiple arms moved you away, and even the wounds caused by your every movement didn't stop them.

You smiled as you prepared your claws, ready to fight, kill. To drown them in their own blood...

Wait. You sensed it. A presence inside of you brain. It was... him? He was just a human, he should have been asleep in your dimension. He shouldn't have come back...

You swiped from the left side at approaching enemy, disarming him quite literally, but instead of going forward, you stepped back. Something was in your brain, he was in there, like a headache observing and trying to speak to you. He clearly didn't know how yet, but the sheer fact that so much of this brain power was being transferred into that passenger was quite a nuisance for you.

You kept fighting of course, and trying to shove this guy back in, but he was resisting, like an annoying fly that always avoids your strike at the last second.

There was a hit right in somewhere in your back. You shrugged it off and slashed through another set of those armoured tin cans. But they just kept coming at you, every **** was occupied with an effort, with a sustained price on this body. You knew you couldn't keep it up. You wanted to get a commander, but he kept eluding you after these initial clashes, circling somewhere around and throwing more demons at you.

Suddenly, they all stepped back, jumped away, you only managed to cut one of them in half. Commander was few yards away from you, laughing. You wanted to jump, but... couldn't. It was like something kept you in place. You looked around. A glowing circle surrounded you, and you realized you've been trapped. You underestimated this commander. You felt weaker, and had to do something. You remembered a passanger inside your head and realized that giving away control is probably the only way to survive. So you did it.

You...

You, not him.

Him not you.

You...

You took a breath, first one in a very long time and felt like something was dripping from you. You looked at your hands, completely washed in blood. Several demons coming in closer, your armour retreating to your wrist.

And then you passed out.