[Berserk state: activated. 1:39:00 remaining]
The last thought I had before I got brought back to the living world was.
'Uh oh…' before everything went black, and then red.
- - - -
Within the mutilated landscape of a city that no longer has a name, a Demonic Overseer. Looks upon the portion of the ruins assigned to his watch.
His jobs are everything from keeping the Unwilling slaves building and making certain that everything stays ruinous and dilapidated, to 'delegating' all of his paperwork to lower management, and even stamping out the few rebellions, as rare as they may be.
He has been successful in surviving this role thus far, and has become exactly as the dark world expects someone in his position to be, arrogant, lazy, and over all mean spirited, while also being a hypocrite in the amount of work he gives his unplayed interns and slaves.
Yes, he is the perfect picture of the kind of boss fit only for hell, and that's the way he likes it.
'Then why is,' he asked himself, 'this is happening, now of all times!?
What was happening is rather simple.
A massive fight had broken out.
This isn't much of an issue, or at least, not regularly. In fact, this would typically be considered an entirely normal situation, not to even be stopped for a moment.
The Dark Realm is a place of constant suffering, demons feed off of it, it is healthy and encouraged for a stronger opponent to feed off of the suffering of those freshly turned. No, the issue is this.
1. The one who is winning, is a single tiny, and recently turned zombie, which alone isn't the issue, if the anomaly is strong then oh well, ot will die eventually, no need to care.
2. The reason it's becoming an issue, is because the Overseer's boss, an Archvile Superseer -a traditionalist who believes firmly that there should be no upward movement in the hierarchy that is hell- is coming over for the routine despair inspection. And if it sees that the cause of this disturbance was an aberrant zombie…
'It will mean my head, but worse, it will mean my qualifications might be put into question, meaning my chances for that cushy promotion to Mars will be all but out of sight!' He thought with mounting rage.
'And I can't -absolutely CANNOT- let that happen.' He continued thinking.
'My lazy office life will NOT be put into question by some upstart!' As he concluded his thought, he teleported out of his office and into the slowly dying battle.
Although the battle had only been going on for fifteen minutes, more than half of the soldiers were dead, and only a few imps were still alive, and the zombie population had been whittled down to only the aberrant.
It was currently gauging out the eyes of a soldier, and did not stop in it's actions, even as the attention of every other demon there turned to the Overseer.
As the body of the dead soldier went up in sparks, the anomaly stood up.
It was wearing ripped up jeans, clearly indicating that it was a new caste zombie, who had not been granted enough time to change into the standard issue zombie attire, which was just a pair of extremely worn out brown shorts, but still.
It also had some actual claws on it's fingers, the kind of which you would find on an Unwilling, but it still had the rotting skin of a zombie.
Unlike the higher up demons, zombies like this one, still have human eyes, though, the only thing in this one's eyes is thoughtless bloodlust.
Something that would have been encouraged if the perpetrator in question was not expected to be one of the weakest of the weak.
'Still, 'if not dealt with with utmost haste, even a pebble can cause an avalanche', or atleast that's what that jackass superseer would say if it saw this mess… let's get this over with.' As he finishes thinking this, he pulls at his argent energy store, and opens multiple miniature hell portals, from which, more imps, hell soldiers, zombies appear.
The Summoner Overseer then orders the troops to attack in the abyssal tongue of the dark realm's language. Which sounds mostly like hisses and growls.
As they rush the single unarmed opponent, the enemy meets them with open claws and not a single thought of strategy.
'To be expected from such a weak minded creature as a zombie, but still, annoying to see something so, foolish.' The summoner thought, quick to judge.
As in the moment that the first imp came upon the aberrant, it's head flew, and the anomaly walked to meet the next.
From being gutted, to having their head shoved into their own energy canon, to simply having their heads gouged off.
The monster did not stop staring at the summoner in the eye, even as it killed everything that came to it.
The summoner may have been shocked after the first few, he quickly teleported, and began summoning more and more demonic forces to deal with this.
But, as more were summoned, and the more time passed, the more of its argent energy he used to summon them.
'Blast it all… this better not impact my wage…' his annoyance quickly turned to rage as the crowd of demons slowly but surely faded into red mist.
Screaming in anger at the incompetence of his underlings, the Overseer conjured his argent energy into a hell wave and expelled it at the now bloody sight of the undead.
The anomaly attempted to use the same strategy, of grabbing a corpse to use as a shield, but the Overseer, being smarter than the average demon, waited long enough for every corpse to dissolve into sparks of light before attacking.
Not having the speed necessary to escape the attack in time, the anomaly was forced to take the blow head on.
It was blown onto it's back, flooded with hell's main energy source, the weak body of the undead human couldn't take it, and began designating.
The overly smug Overseer got closer in order to monologue at the dying despot, it had been a while since he had gotten in a good 'your less than dirt' monologue, to a rebel such as this.
But before he could even really get going, he was interrupted by a growl from behind him.
With an annoyed groan, he turned around, only to see…
The Arch-vile Superseer, looking furious as usual.
The last thought in his head before the tirade began was 'I'm fucked.'