The world had fallen into ruin, there was nothing left but writhing abominations that assumed the roles of humans as the apex predator.
Demons.
After the Great Cataclysm in which a fraction of man was taken because of his chosen faith, while the others who gave themselves to earthly desires remained on the earth.
The veil broke that shielded man from the darkness of the old worlds.
They knew then it was too late, as mass amounts of demons, either slaughtered them or turn them into slaves.
On an island of this new world was a place where humans lived in constant anguish. On the beach of so said place was a lone man, his feet leaving tracks behind for his pursuers. It's already been seven hours and walking any further would incur the wrath of exhaustion.
He doesn't have a name.
As many don't in this hell scape. They were given numbers instead.
#813 burned on his neck, his legs were being rebellious screaming to rest, yet his mind knew the dangers of stopping.
He fell to his knees, freeing the weight on his feet.
813 began to feel tears swelling in his eyes, memories of how his mother would recall days of freedom, but ever since the the Great Cataclysm changes were beyond drastic.
The once blue sea lashes out a fiery hue, touching it doesn't result in death, just a mere few splashes of it made 813 winced in pain. The water was burning at his skin, he stepped back now terrified of the hellish waves.
In the horizon the black sun was setting, leaving with the little light it gave off. Now the moon's magma colored surface became visible in the sky.
Sand shifted about 813, from the blackened grounds came arms, their rotten fingers slashed at the open air.
A head eventually popped up, it's horrid features smiling in disturbing glee.
"A human!" It screeched.
The arms about now pushed against the ground freeing the once buried ghoulish creatures.
"So long..." Another hissed. "I thought we wouldn't eat again."
813 panted in defeat, the legs that carried him were now failing to flee from this situation. He was accepting it, accepting the loss of his life.
To him it was meaningless, born into a world that sees him as nothing more than a number. As cattle.
Before the horses could get any closer, they all howled in laughter.
One came closer and delivered a kick into 813's side. It's leg breaking off, the others grabbed it and began beating him with their now severed limbs.
"That's enough." The supposed leader of these things called out. "We can't kill him, only deliver a message." His red pupils locked with 813. "Your not gonna do this shit anymore, ya hear?!" In a swift motion he removed 813's right hand with a knife it held on its decrepit waist.
The pain was as sudden as the procedure, 813 screamed into the red air. The leader grabbed the detached hand and slowly consumed it picking off each finger in delight or maybe just to mock the howling man.
"Us too boss!" His minions bantered about. Their jaws gnashing about loudly.
He tossed the remains to them and watched them fight over it for a bit.
813 soon lost consciousness.
"Oh no." The leader gave a condescending gasp. "It looks like he died while being pursued." The ghouls cheered and began to eat the body.
"As if I'd bring back any human those idiots lost." The leader laughed to himself. "I'll see to it that ghouls rule this island!"
"Bold claims as usual."
From the sky descended a black winged demon.
"Explain."
Authority was within that statement, all the other ghouls feared it.
Only their leader showed dissatisfaction with such things.
"One of your humans died while fighting back." The ghoul shrugged his worm filled shoulders. "We just took care of him is all."
"You think I'm a fool?"
The demon was of no name, it never thought of giving itself one. The only thing on its mind was to obey it's master, the ruler of the island.
Guards of the island that keep humans within the inner area were blue coloured bipedal creatures. Each carried a spear, and this one was too fast for the ghoul to see ending in his decapitation.
With its feline eyes now set up on the rest he quickly dispatched the rest. Water swept the beach as if instinctively cleaning the littered limbs and heads. In the a ship was coming, the demon smiled knowing another supply of humans were to come to this island.