Demon invasion

Deep within a forgotten mountain, where the rock oozes heat and the earth itself seems to breathe, an ancient portal awoke. The runes carved into the stone glowed a blazing red, and the air vibrated with an alien power. First a whisper, then a rumble. Finally, a roar that shook the entire valley.

Fissures opened in the ground, releasing tongues of flame. And from the chasm emerged an immense figure, armored in muscle and shadow: a demon, a lord among his kind. His outstretched wings draped the cavern in a fiery veil, and his gaze, like two infernal suns, rested upon the world that stretched beyond the portal.

Behind him, hundreds more emerged, creatures of fire, ash, and rage. Some roared their thirst for conquest, others advanced silently, disciplined, like an army awaiting only an order. The air grew heavy, thick with the smell of sulfur and burning metal.

For centuries, the demons had been confined to their dimension, condemned to watch humans prosper, build, pray, and forget. But the ancient seal had just been broken.

A gateway had reopened—and no one knew whether it was fate or the madness of a man that had triggered it.

Atop a rocky peak, the demon lord raised his head to the black sky and shattered the silence with a war cry. Lightning answered his call.

In the human cities, the first signs of the catastrophe appeared: cracks in the streets, voices whispering in the shadows, dreams burning with fear. The invasion had only just begun.

"I need to FUUUUUUUCK", scream one demon.