Today had started out like any other day, except today was the celebration of the murder of a witch a year ago. The same day that the devil was told to have bursted out of flames and gave humans a year to live for the death of his wife. The high priest spoke, from his throne, how the devil was a liar and how they were too close to God for God to let them devil get to them. How humans were fearless.

Things started to quickly change as the sky turned red and began to rain blood and carcass. Fire began to burst out and spread. Humans all around began to scream and cry out as the entire ground was beginning to shake. One year. He gave them one year to make their peace with their God. What do they do? Celebrate the day that they took his wife. One year he gave them while he assembled his armies, and now bring their death. They had their chance.

Demons began to come out of nowhere, bringing down everything that moved. The streets were quickly littered with bodies, both gruesome and quick. No one had a chance, and now the rest of humanity will suffer the same fate.