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All hell had broken loose around him, but everything was so distant. Everything was far to... perfect here, in this castle of crystal. All around him were crystals that were slightly blue, all were sharpened to a point and each was as long as the average man. He sat in this field of crystillic beauty, each was as reflective as glass and because of this he saw a perfect image of himself them. His eyes had seen far into them. He saw, saw much in his time here with the Lady, he saw into the depths of her own realm and saw it was meerly a land of pure beauty, where souls could look however they wanted whenever they wanted, a true heaven! Outside, beyond the window, people screamed as they were overtaken by the ghosts of their pasts, by their fears. Some were easy to guess, those who feared spiders were eaten and their bodies turned into giant spider nests, much like the one down below on the first floor. Adam had run into this trap when their neighbor who feared spiders deeply, so deep it he would spray an entire can on the spider and burn it's carcass, was over-taken. Jeff could remember his screams for help from him, but he stood there, smiling as he was slowly enveloped in a tomb of spiders. It was a terrible death he didn't deserve, but Jeff could care less about what he deserved. This place was build on fear and pain. When Adam had walked into the trap many years ago, Jeff watched from the corner of the room, wrapped in a dark cloak with only his smile showing in the deep black. He wore a dark robe, one darker than the depths of space. He could easily be mistaken for a monk of Jesus, if it weren't for the seal of the Lady, a naked woman with eyes of pure white with her arms spread wide, welcoming any who would join her. For Jeff, it was pure obsession for her, he had thought she loved him, wanted to be with him, but she had to cut off all ties with any who would try to foil their love. When Adam had been killed, he was rewarded with sex from the Lady, that was what he demanded of her for doing his deed. And of course, she gave it willingly, she must love him if she would do something that a human would decline without thought of it!
Jeff sat in his bed, hands folded and rocking back and forth. His robe still wet from their sexual encounter. He was grinning like a madman beneath the hood, hoping to get another job from the Lady. He wanted more, more, more! Never enough for old Jeffy, the jock and ladiesman who was popular everywhere as the nicest guy around. On the bed sat a single knife, made from the same crystals that covered the floor and stretched high against the walls. The knife was surrounded with a cold aura, frost covered it's tip and cold air floated around it in a perfect circle. The Lady had called this knife "Frozen Heart" on account of the heart-shaped hilt. But Jeff saw what it really was, a giving of her heart to him! Why would she bless such a sacred blade to him otherwise? God, his head swirled around with thoughts only of the Lady and sex. It was a sickening mind, something out of an hour long pornographic film. He used to be a great man who cared about everybody around him and not himself, now look as he sits alone in a bed with wet loins and a psychotic grin on his face. Once respected, now dejected, Jeff sits alone with sex on the mind. He was crazy, insane, a loon one might say. Indeed, he seemed so and his heart struggled to keep a steady beat with each thought of the Lady. If he continued at this rate, one can assume he would have a heart attack in no time. Outside, the winds nearest to the lady littered the town with lonely hearts, who sought only happiness. Many came to the apartment and were killed by spider traps, or turned into cultic members of the Lady.
Far off on the otherside of town sat Kan-Ket, who also had a gathering of those worshipping him as the "changer" who would bring peace through war and pain. But Kan-Ket was none of these, he was only a heartless b*****d who killed for a laugh. Many who came to him were killed, much like the Lady's followers. But their deaths weren't as quick as those. They suffered for hours in pits of fire, or were impaled and placed at the beginning of Kan-Kets territory as a signal to the Lady who owned those lands. Among the demons followers was a little boy named Blake. Blake had been attacked by Kan-Ket, but when he asked the demon who had done it, the demon told him it was the Lady. Blake then took up arms and became Kan-Kets champion. He was given flaming armor that singed any who touched it. A blade that was made from pure gold that was razor sharp. He vowed loyalty to Kan-Ket and agreed to the contract. If he failed to kill the Lady with the blade, he would suffer in hell for all eternity, going through each torture for a thousand years at a time. Blake accepted these rules, thinking only of killing the Lady for what his Lord had done.
See now, will you, a hero who wears a duster with moving skulls painted across it, a single black revolver at his side, and a face hidden from view. He walked slowly, a mission was at hand for this man. He kept his head low, moving closer to the town in front of him. He was a Death-Dealer for his demon lord. He had become Halphural's champion, donned the raiment and wielded the weapon. Once, he was a human, weak and mortal. Now he Death-Dealer. The demon moon overhead did not smile upon him, meerly watched him, the eyes tracing him across the land that had once been full of pine trees but now only home to stumps of wood.
The Death-Dealer was Adam. He no longer felt the need to drink, the need to drink burned with his mortal body in death.
He no longer suffered from terrible vision, his eyes melted in the stomachs of a thousand spiders.
He was a killer, the perfect killer. Those who had donned his cloak before him lived for eternity in Halphurals realm, living their lives over and over for eternity. Adam did not know if he was reliving his own now, or if this was his first time through, those questions had poked at him for many miles now. His face, once smooth and clean shaven, had a stubble growing on it, the smooth texture of his skin gone, replaced by a stone-like features. It had been long since he had last smiled. He had walked across all of America to reach this place. He had seen the seperation of states down the middle as they took their sides in a battle of demons. families split off from each other and went to their side. Neighbors killed each other to please their new lord. It seemed everyone had forgotten of the church in this new land, Adam didn't doubt that. Preachers boarded up their chapels and held sermons, all of which ended in blood and death when rainders broke in and slaughtered everyone. Adam didn't believe in god, only believed in getting his job done. He had come to terms with his eventual death long ago, death was something he cared little for, if he died he would die with his quest complete. That was another thing about serving Halphural, once your quest was done, you died. It was a curse, but a curse given through the mercy of a demon. He could have died long ago at the tiny eight arms of spiders, but his lord had saved him and gave him his mission.
He had killed many demon-spawn in his journy and because of this, he was given the name of "Slayer" among those who kept in contact with eachother through the lines.

Adam, Death-Dealer, Slayer, arrived at the new Hellish form of the town he had once lived in. Fires ran on one side, while ice crystals dominated the other. He remembered how he had once led his ex-girlfriend all through the town on foot. She was on one side now, if she survived. He barely remembered her at all, it was a miracle he was able to have some memory of her. In the skies, the Demon Moon was fast asleep, this was good, the demons could see everything through the eyes of the Moon. They used it as a third eye for them, keeping tabs on everything and everyone. But the moon was like any other being. It had to sleep, it had to feed. So every month, on a different day, they would feed the moon a sacrifice of ten human beings, from both sides, to feed the moon. Adam thought the moon was the only victor in this bloody war, the only thing that benefitted.
Blood-Wings floated over the town, hunting for their next target. They had no real eyes, instead it was given heightened hearing and a strong sense of smell. They were given the wings of an eagle at the end of each wing was a claw it would use to rend the flesh of it's victim. There was no equal to the Blood-Wing, it was the ultimate hunter. A Blood-Eagle saw him out of the corner of it's eyes and thought him decent prey. It flew to a nearby building, hunched low and waited.
Adam saw the beast before it flew even an inche toward him. He pulled the black revolver out, aimed it, and fired. The gun's barrel erupted in purple fire and it sent the bullet speeding into the demons skull. It's brains and bone fragments flew in all directions and the body slumped over, fell down the building, and twitched before becoming still completely. To Adam, this was nothing new. Killing them was childs play.
The ground shook below him and he realized that, in his concentration with the Blood-Wing, he'd forgotten about another deadly demon-spawn that hunted near the town. It was a Bone-Creeper. It hunted near towns and fed on those who tried to escape from a mass slaughter. Usually they hunted in pairs, but Adam had seen many rogue Creepers who hunted alone, usually because they wanted more to eat. Creepers were, essentually, a horse-shapes demon, with a giant maw and tentacles that acted like tongues. The tentacles would pull anything into the mouth when the prey gets too far away from the maw. These were feared more than the Blood-Wings, but only barely. Blood-Wings didn't hunt in pairs, but Creepers did, and when they did they were worse than any Blood-Wing.
Adam rolled just in time. The ground where he'd been standing was replaced with a set of teeth, then a pair of tentacles reached for him and found his leg, they started to pull Adam forward, but the Death-Dealer had killed many Creepers in his long quest. When the tentacles pulled him close enough Adam pulled his revolver out, peered over into the mouth, and fired a single round into the maw. He heard a sickening gurgling sound and that's when he knew the bullet had killed it. Adam stood up and brushed himself off. Adam looked at the horizon of the town and knew that he had finally made it to his old town.
Canterview.