Hell Fighter Samael

"God damn it! Sirius, take the left flank! We're losing ground against Lucifer's personal guard!"

A woman is seen, her body mostly covered in heavy exosuit mods and armor. She fires off a volley of rockets at incoming demons leaping from the Eiffel Tower's remnant. Only a flash of her beautiful, yet scarred face and a single grey eye is seen as she barks orders to various exo-suit and heavy mech units that are viciously fighting back against servant and SATAN class demons.

"Sam! Do you read me? The line can't hold for much longer, how far are you from taking out LEGION?!"

Her voice growled out, smashing a laughing demon into paste with her massive warhammer.

"10 more minutes. Just give me 10 minutes!"

The voice on the line said, his voice seething with rage.

The hellish scene of carnage between science and hell transitions to the Arc de Triomphe. Between the massive structure is a web of entrails and flesh. In the center of the macabre sight is a seething ball, wrapped up in the same grotesque material.

A man stands beneath the structure holding the suspended nightmare. Wearing a custom, black exosuit with printed "Durandal MK IV" on the shoulder. This person was Samael, leader of the Human Anti-Demon and Extermination Squad. HADES was to demons what the boogeyman was to humans, slaying many FALLEN class demons and archangels.

Samael glared at the monstrosity before him. His suit continuously hummed as it gathered charged particles using the suit's experimental "Casimir" system running at maximum capacity.

"...Where is she?"

An object tore through the "fabric" surrounding the gore-ball. As it shed off the viscera, a human-shaped figure emerged.

Samael was taken aback at what he saw, as it spoke.

"The girl? Why don't you open your eyes, fool."

The female voice was familiar, yet alien. As if thousands of angry wasps had made a home in her throat. The figure was that of his lover. Who he had slain millions of demons and angels alike to find.

Despair started to gloss over his eyes. Memories flooded in from their first time meeting to the final moments where she was screaming his name as she was taken away 4 years before.

"Why don't you join us, my love. We will bring about the judgement Heaven deserves for throwing away it's sons and daughters...it's CREATIONS as if they were trash. They created all the hells and damned us to play a part as the "Evil" that allows their power to remain uncontested."

The brunet woman's tone and inflections softened, the previous distortions in her voice ceased as her face smiled. Her beauty magnified by the tranquil blue of her glowing eyes. Her skin more fair and perfect than when she was a mere human.

"..."

Samael stared on, helplessly. He had finally found her. His only goal that lead to everything he had accomplished. was before him. She was always the goal, prize, and conclusion to his story.

"My sweet Samael. It's okay. You don't have to fight anymore. Just join me and watch as we topple Heaven. Stay by my side, my love. Be with me forever."

Samael looked down. His emotions could not be seen as it seemed he was at the point of breaking.

"SAM! We're being overrun! You have to hurry!"

A voice cried out from his com systems. He flinched, but didn't look up. He took a deep breath and ten exhaled. His breath was visible, as if surrounded by the cold depths of hell's darkest halls.

"...F.u.c.k. You."

The woman's face froze.

"...W-what was that? What did you say to me?"

The woman's face became ugly, as anger started to distort her once, beautiful features.

"Go f.u.c.k yourself."

His eyes looked up, meeting hers. A shiver ran down her spine...the thousands of souls inhabiting the gore-sphere felt the most primal and instinctual of fear. His eyes lacked warmth. The coldness felt almost tangible to all those within their visual range.

LEGION immediately purged it's connections to the Arc de Triomphe and started to form countless magic circles. Fiery hellish scripts gathered from seemingly everywhere, as they panicked. The spell being initiated caused space to distort all over Paris. Clouds parted and the stars became blood red as the power of hell gathered towards LEGION's host body.

Samael said nothing as his suit opened and formed two rails on both sides of himself. The Fusion core worked at max capacity along with the Casimir system, space-time showing signs of bending all within 20 meters of him. Bits fired out from the suit, assembling a massive cannon with the aid of nano-machines and quantum printing systems.

LEGION didn't fear human weapons. Thermonuclear, anti-matter, rail weapons, battle suits...nothing was considered a threat to it. Their instincts screamed danger in the face of the weapon that was forming. Only a singular voice among the oceans of voices prayed out for his success.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. PLEASE!"

Samael heard the voice. His eyes shed a single tear as he raised the weapon directly at LEGION. The distortions in space-time formed gravitational anomalies that froze debris in the shape of wings behind the Durandal suit.

"EVE!"

He screamed out as his weapon fired out. It neither was a bright light nor an obvious projectile. It was as if space was being erased on the path towards LEGION. Time dilation effects echoed out from it, making it feel as if the projectile took an eternity to make it to it's target and yet instantaneous at the same time.

LEGION unleashed it's attack at the same time. Screams of billions of tortured souls rang out through space. Compression of space caused pocket universes to be formed by the thousands within all of Paris, causing entire division of demons to vanish, be torn apart by the gravitational distortions, or die due to entropy as they aged billions of years in an instant.

The two attack collided, yet never collided as the foundational laws of the universe reached their breaking point. The showdown of technology and magic seemingly ruining the universe itself as they clashed at their peak potential.

The woman commander stared on helplessly as sky looked to be falling and the stars were being snuffed out by the distortions of the battle.

"Samael. Was it worth it all?"

The world became consumed by light and darkness at the same time. The laws of the universe and time-space itself unraveled as the excited 1-dimensional strings changed frequency as they did at the moment of creation.

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:: 1 year before the death of the Universe ::

"Samael. This is your last chance to leave with us. Are you sure you want to follow through with this?"

Samael's mentor frowns, motioning to the surging portal that linked Mars Prime to Paradise.

Samael nodded, his expression telling of his resolve not to move forward. Though he has only been under Old-man Reginald's tutelage for just under 4 years, he helped him to become the number one candidate of the Heaven's Mandate Program. The enforcer program that was meant to groom the top archangels to protect paradise and punish those lower realms with the audacity to challenge it's position at the top.

Samael smiled, standing in a relaxed posture. His outfit was not like the surrounding soldiers, looking more as a mercenary than top graduate of the Heaven's Mandate Project. His eyes had a faint glow of blue as he adjusted his bandanna.

"I am sure, teacher. Please be well and enjoy paradise. Maybe we will see each other again someday." Samael smiled, offering his hand to his old mentor.

Reginald took Samael's hand, his firm grip offering up what he didn't say in words: "Find her. Be happy."

With that, Reginald signals for the remnants of Heaven's Mandate to move forward into Paradise. Many of the men and women he trained with saluted, respecting his resolve and his now defunct position of "Archangel". After several moments of explosive energy sealing the bridge between realms...silence. The once lively facility now devoid of life, other than Samael.

"....Well then. It's time to go." Sam grabs his backpack and supply case, then proceeds to the facility's exit.

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Sam took 2 hours to leave through the gates of the Heaven's Mandate Training Facility. Looking up, he stared at the massive remains of dreadnought-class sh.i.p.s that held off the souls that would force their way into paradise. After it was announced that half of the population of the solar system had been chosen to go to the higher realm, there was severe backlash. The solar system was already dealing with demon invasions and the dead returning to life only to attack and feed on the living.

The news that there was a direct ticket to Heaven caused and uproar that shook the stars. This universe was slowly being devoured by hell and people knew that at a subconscious level. The news of Paradise was a beacon of hope that drove people to take up religions at an unprecedented rate in a logical era that long started forsaking the concept of superstition and gods.

Unfortunately, Paradise was like the strictest nightclub that ever existed. Being a good person wasn't even in the top five attributes that Paradise was looking for to allow entry. What was needed was strength and ability. Heaven had many enemies in many realms, so they only needed those that could pull their weight in defense of this good times. Sam never could stomach this fact, but wanted to take his lover away to a better place that wasn't knee deep in rotting corpses, many that were still walking and bite'y, and demons.

People, upon finding out they weren't chosen weren't amused by the decision. Soon civil war broke out through many planets and satellites. Though the facility was incredibly secretive, one month before the time to transfer to Paradise, many sh.i.p.s from all over challenged the defenses of the Unified Mars Spacey. Thousands of sh.i.p.s were blasted into scraps, destroying the once beautiful sky of Mars with the depressing reminders of death. Occasionally fragments fell, holding thousands of the undead for Samael and his teammates to clean up.

After weeks of sh.i.p.s flying to their deaths, there was nothing. The sh.i.p.s stopped coming. This also included supplies and tourists. Long-range quantum communication ceased from all over the solar system. This pointed to the collapse of civilization of humanity in the solar system. It's unknown if from in fighting or demonic invasion. What was known was...it was foolish not to take the option to leave this dying universe.

With a sigh, Sam headed towards the space port 5 km away. He needed to hitch a ride to Earth. All the sh.i.p.s that the Heaven's Mandate Project had used were scuttled before leaving. His only hope of heading off this forsaken planet was via civilian ship. He made it 20 meters before hearing the familiar shuffling of feet.

The undead.

"I guess that's to be expected. Everyone alive would have made it to Paradise and only I'm crazy enough to stay. " Sam chuckled, dropping his bag and supply case.

The undead sniffed at the air. They could find fresh blood and flesh from miles away. Because of this the facility had a stasis field that filtered air both ways to keep the undead at bay. Crossing the threshold was like lighting a flare.

Sam cracked his neck and took a stance. There was no need to go after them. They would be coming soon.

"SKREEEEEEEEEEE---!!!"

Several dozen of screams came out at once. The closest undead lowered their disgusting bodies and took to being on all four limbs. Soon the disturbing sight of the rotting corpses galloping toward him happened. The first undead to arrive before Sam looked to have been a teen girl, her tattered skirt flapping as she fired off from a crouched position. Lunging mouth open, like a rotten torpedo with teeth.

Samael had been charging his first attack from a horse stance...using the combined power of his turning hip, shoulder, arm, and wrist, he punched out at the rotting young woman's open mouth. The expected fist being bitten into didn't happen. His first tore through the steel-like jaw as if it was tofu, the brain exploding out from the skull. The rest of the body lost inertia and flopped over his shoulder. He didn't pause and soon rotated his body and jumped. Using his feet, he executed a tornado kick, destroying the skull of another pouncing undead. His spin didn't slow at all as he crouched with a low sweep kick. The undead's legs shattered and body sent circling in the air. He completed the final spin using a back-hand, which finished off the air-borne corpse by decapitation.

Sam took another stance waited for the second wave of undead. The remains of a police officer lunged at him, the riot helmet stained in blood. With a quick analysis, that took less than a second, he moved his right leg forward and threw out a knife-hand strike, the angle allowing him under the helmet but above the ballistics vest. He severed it's spinal column, tearing out the C1 and C2 Vertebrae. He tucked his arm and accurately threw the spine parts at two approaching undead, the objects penetrating through the eye sockets of both, who soon slid to a stop before his feet.

Breathing out, steam could be seen from Sam as his body temperature skyrocketed as he warmed up to his prime fighting condition. With a glare, he tilted his body and fired off a series of thrust and roundhouse kicks that blurred as they traveled faster than the human eye can normally process. 1 skull...2, 3, 4, 8, 12...within seconds over a dozen undead were pulverized into meat paste and bone fragments.

An instinctive fear finally set in for the undead. They stopped attacking and only g.r.o.a.n.e.d in Sam's direction. Sam took a breath, knowing that the fight was just starting. One of the undead, who looked to have once been a doctor, started to convulse and soon shredded it's clothes it exploded out in terms of volume. The creature seemed to have become a behemoth... but had a face as if it was in agony.

Sam knew the body didn't grow. Something was summoned within it's body after the fear set in. The creatures that lived off fear...demons.

The rotting doctor continued to scream until his voice seemed to catch. After moments of gurgling, fingers came from his mouth, taking both rows of black teeth in hand. With a sickening crunching, the hands started to separate the jaws and tore through the undead man. Sam stared coldly as a pair of black eyes became visible, only poking just enough out to look unnerving.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeellooooooooooooow there. Do you mind if I have your eyes, pretty please?"

Maniacal giggling his heard as the demon pulled itself from the remnants of the doctor's skull.