October 27, 2021

Oleander looks outside, fear filling him. It'd begun.

"Daniel??? Are you home??" He yells

Daniel was not, in fact, home.

"Damn it- DAMN IT WHY NOW???" Oleander screams in frustration, putting a hand over his mouth as he tries to think.

He retrieves his sword and heads outside.

Oleander heads into the forest, heading to see what the threats are.

There's a black hole in Oleander's vision over in the horizon. It's massive, at least a mile in diameter. And it splits open into a balcony, holding tens of thousands of demons.

They're each adorned in black robes covered in gold, silver, and various gemstones. Music rings out from the balcony, as many of said demons hold instruments to encourage those who bear weapons.

Red rose petals rain from the sky like confetti. The Duke of Violence, Amdusias, sits in a throne in the back center of the balcony. He doesn't appear like the other demons in the balcony, being much larger in stature, taller, lankier, thinner, His skin seems almost like obsidian, large horns protruding from his forehead, many eyes glowing a bright red. He has a set of draconic black and red wings that act almost like a shield to the back of the balcony.

As the soldiers amidst the balcony spot Oleander and others who may have fled to these woods, they begin to fire, an assault of arrows, spears, bullets, all raining down through the trees.

"Are you fucking kidding me???" He sneers. Goddamn violence demons. He heads under a bulky tree for cover, debating his next move. Melee wasnt an option, they'd decimate him on contact. His best chance would be to get back to the house. Maybe someone had some fucking bombs stored up.

Oleander tries to head back to the branch house, using his sword to shield himself and anyone he can from the attacks. He heads inside and grabs one of the guns from the closet. He heads back to the forest, finding a spot and starting to shoot at the demons with his assault rifle.

A good few of them get chipped, shattered, broken in some way. But not a lot of them. There's far too many, and eventually he runs out of ammo.

He flees into the city to loot some stores.

The end of the world is beginning.

The Sun will Rise.