The veil between worlds thinned.
A rift appeared in the fabric of reality
Across the globe, ancient evils reached out
Grasping the world of men.
The Invasion had begun.
Somewhere in russia
In the middle of the city, Georgy Zhukov,
The marshal of Soviet union, a man who had orchestrated countless victories on the battlefield, felt a disturbance more profound than the tremors of artillery and collapsing buildings.
His eyes saw the crack in the air,
then a rift opened wider and wider.
From the heart of the rift a figure emerged.
--Asmodeus, A prince hell!, The air crackled with power.
The stones beneath Zhukov's feet trembled at the demons presence.
*SILENCE*
Asmodeus: Marshal Zhukov. I have been expecting you...
Zhukov: I've faced many formidable foes, but none quite like you. Your reputation precedes you.
Asmodeus: Reputation? A mere whisper compared to my power. This world, this pathetic excuse for a civilization, will soon bow before me. You stand in my way. It's a pity.
Zhukov: Pity? You misunderstand. I do not stand in your way out of some heroic sense of duty. I stand in your way because you threaten everything I have fought to protect.
Asmodeus: Sentimentality. A weakness I do not posses. You cannot stop me with your pathetic weapons... They are meaningless against my might.
Zhukov: I have seen your kind in different guises with different names. I have always found a way to defeat them.
Asmodeus: (A cruel laugh) You are amusing marshal, But amusement is fleeting. Your defiance is... Charming In a pathetic sort of way. But it will not save you.
Zhukov: HAHA, WE SHALL SEE!
Frustrated, Asmodeus unleashes hellfire flames erupting like serpents, melting steel and stone. Zhukov retreats into the labyrinth of collapsed tunnels below the city, using debris as cover, he triggers controlled collapses to funnel the demon into narrow passages - limiting the demons mobility while exploiting his knowledge of urban warfare.
Zhukov lures the demon into the flooded sewer junction and sabotages a damaged power grid making the water filled with electricity, buying him tim to reposition.
And come out of the tunnel.
Asmodeus abandons subtly manifesting an obsidian blade. Zhukov, with only a combat knife, dances just out of reach, each strike from the demon forms craters to the ground.
Zhukov mockes the demon "you fight like a Tsarist general, all fury, no foresight."
The demon, enraged, charges at Zhukov but the old marshal baits him into charging at an unstable skyscraper behind him. Marshal detonates a bomb he prepared before the fight, The structure collapsed on the demon.
Asmodeus burst from the rubble, wings unfurled, The sky darkened as he summon a storm of ember and ashes.
Marshal, climbs to the roof of a half-collided church. He smirks: "You're predicable"
Using the churches rusted bell as a lightning rod, he triggers another electrical surge to strike the demons mid - fight.
The demon roars. And slashed Zhukov's left arm with his claws, Almost cutting it.
Asmodeus: you cannot kill me, mortal!
Zhukov: I can make you bleed. And if you bleed... You can be beaten.
During their battle, Zhukov noticed the rift where the demon emerged from still flickers weakly. Every time Asmodeus draws power, the rift pulses a tether to his realm.
Zhukov feigns retreat, luring Asmodeus to the central plaza where the city's old power grid lies buried. He smashes a rusted transformer exposing live wires " You want my world demon? Come claim it!"
Asmodeus wings spread, descends with a roar, he flies towards the old marshal.
Zhukov, Stands his ground until the last second, then dives aside. The demons claws tear into the transformer, flooding his body with 10,000 volts of electricity,
The rift behind him flares violently-his power source is destabilizing.
Asmodeus shrieks, convulsing as his flesh smolders.
Zhukov seizing the moment, throws a grande into the rift. "Hell can have you back"
The explosion tears through the rift, collapsing the gateway. Asmodeus's form begins to unravel, his essence sucked backward into the void. But the demon, desperately lunges at Zhukov with a final monstrous swipe. "YOU'LL DIE WITH ME MORTAL!!"
Zhukov, anticipating the move, Used his bare hands to tear though the demons burning eyes. "No, You'll die alone"
The rift implodes, Asmodeus's roar fades as his body turns to ashes.
The silence screams louder than any demons road.
Zhukov kneels, his right arm cradling the left one.
"Haa.. I won"
-------------------To be continued-----------------