JackerooSundown
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(10/24/06 6:28 pm)
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In Hell. (closed but read it if you want)
Alastair fell. The gap from the rave got smaller and smaller. He looked down. Hell. It was hell and there were demons waiting for him. he still had his sword so he let himself fall. He then began to yell," DEMONS, I AM ALASTAIR ACKHART! THIS IS FOR MY ANCESTORS!!!"
He then landed in a group of demons. They broke his fall which was fortunant. He then stood up and began to slice away. His eyes burst into flames. There were at least five-hundred demons charging him. He just fought on. The flames of hell weakened him a little but he still kept fighting. He though that he was going to die. He broke demons necks with loud cracks and he speared and chopped away at them.
Then, He heard the strangest thing..... Bagpipes! He looked up and saw angels. Not normal angels. But his ancestors. There were 25 of them. All weilding a claymore. Alastair's spitis were lifted. He thought to himself,' There's still hope after all!'
Alastair contiued to fight. Blood flew everywhere. It apeared as if he went swimming in black liquids and just got out. Half of the army had been massacred by his ancestors. He charged with them to kill the remaining demons running. They got to the gates of hell and killed as many as they could. Then his ancestors turned and said," We have done our part Alastair. Now you know what to do."
Alastair then charged the army of demons inside the gates of hell. He screamed like a wild werewolf. Then he hit the army dead on. He felt the most horrible pain. He turned and fled outside the gate. Only a few followed. He cut them down. Then he stood there. Starring at hell. At the demons. He slowly turned around. Walking towards a portal. Slowly. Smiling. Happy. That day he killed 647 demons with some help from his ancestors. He was satisfied. Bloodied. Covered in blood. Mostly demon blood.
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