*temp savehuman false
*temp savewoman false
[i] It began with a war.
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[i] In the year 1337, the two great nations of France and England drew their lines in the ground and engaged in battles without end. The reasons have mostly been forgotten, but the war remains clear in the memories of those affected.

[i] Decades passed without any end in sight. Thousands marching to their deaths, the next wave right behind them, charging and killing and dying, without ever really understanding the purpose of it. Kings fell and their successors continued, even as dynasties died out and were replaced, the war remained the only constant.

[i] The war, and disease. 
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[i] As the battles of blades raged on, a subtler battle overcame the people of the realms. One with no clear enemy or borders. It was not a battle between nations, but a battle between humanity and death itself.

[i] To this day, nobody knows where it came from. There are speculations, but no definitive answer exists. The only fact that is known is that it was an enemy to all humankind. People of all nations, rich and poor, brave and cowardly, noble and heinous. From the highest lord to the lowest peasant. None were safe from it. The plague struck at all.

[i] Humanity had never known death on such a scale until that time. Decades stacked upon one another as they fell, to war and to the unknown.

[i] They had thought it their extinction event.

[i] But it was only a precursor to what was to come.

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[i] Outside of human ken, the fabrics of life and death are convoluted strands. Intermingling, close. Together yet apart.

[i] The walls that separate the natural and supernatural worlds were built to last until the end of human time. But any wall will break apart when hit with enough force, and with so much death in so little a time, humans finally wore out walls meant to last millions of years in just a couple thousand.

[i] The legions that rested beyond the scope of human perception were content in their place. But not so that they did not see the opportunity before them. Like wolves to a calf, they struck. Ripping through the veil and forcing their world into ours. No longer did anything separate the world of men and the world of the supernatural. Hell and Earth became one and the same.

[i] War ended. Kingdoms crumbled. Everything that had been established fact before was now lost to the annals of the past. Humans were no longer the masters of the Earth. They became the prey.

[i] We know it now as the Convergence.

[i] But then, you know all about that.
*page_break Chapter 1: A Village Called Nowhere
The red light of the moon shines brightly as you shamble through the forest of dead trees. Your armored feet leave imprints in the dirt with each heavy footstep. The road, if it could be called one, is worn and old, likely nobody has maintained it since the Convergence, decades ago. Half a century now, and nothing improved.

You weren't sure where it would go when you first started on it. There wasn't anything left for you in the town you departed from. No more demons, no more blood for Altor. It wasn't as if there was a shortage in the world elsewhere, so you started on the first path that struck your fancy and started walking. Sure that it would only take about a day before you found more prey.

That had been three days ago. The path diverged into a deserted forest of dead trees. Every town you came across was completely deserted. Not even a demon to cross your path, but possessed animals that yielded little, if any demon blood for your only companion. As the days stretched, it became more and more quick to remind you of this.

[i] "My hunger grows," you hear its voice echo inside your own mind, consistently as you walk. "You chose a bad path."

It always became an unpleasant companion during the long stretches without an encounter. At the moment, it was an annoyance, but you were perfectly aware of how quickly that annoyance could turn into an urgency.

*page_break After all, there was always one source of blood it could take from...
*set altor -1
Time passes with Altor continuing to complain. You don't notice much, though. You allowed your mind to turn off about two days ago, your feet working within the armor automatically ever since. 

Closing your eyes and letting everything drift, it almost felt like sleeping, or at least the closest you could feel. You hadn't truly slept in over a decade, not since the Convergence, but when you let your mind turn off and things become automatic, it's almost the same. 

You only 'wake up' when you finally notice that Altor's voice has stopped echoing through your mind. Opening your eyes, you notice the reason nearly half a mile away.

Up along the road, you see a caravan of horse drawn carriages. They look natural, with humans walking beside them, armored in leather and with iron on their hips. Human forged, by the look of them, meaning they were about as useful as sticks if they were ever attacked by the new inheritors of the Earth. On their carriages, you saw the faded look of an English flag, the symbol of a dead nation. These humans were either left overs from that time, or they had scavenged the carriages from an old castle.

They stop upon seeing you. Some pointlessly drop their hands to their swords. You can understand why.

If you could see how you looked, you would probably also confuse yourself with one of [i] them. [/i]

[i] "You technically are, now." The hideous voice echos with a crackle.

*choice
	#I address them as a human. Set them at ease.
		*set altor -1
		"Good evening," you call out as you approach, stopping at enough of a distance so as to give them the feeling of safety. Your voice is strained and hurt, not surprising given the state of you vocal cords, but still distinctly that of a human woman. Some of them seem surprised at that, and you find it hard to blame them.

		"H-Hello," an older man steps forward. Older by today's standards, at least, which would be around thirty. The lines of stress and world-weariness are finely marked on his features. "We are mere travelers, we heard there was a safe haven up ahead."

		"Safe for now. Their guardsmen have repossessed a cache demon forged weapons, so it's the safest in the region, at least." You tell him. "You have around four days walk ahead of you. The path was clear while I walked it."

		"I see. Thank you, my lady," Your words seem to have relaxed him considerably. He had likely been worrying about that long before beginning their journey.

		"May I ask how much longer my walk shall be?"

		That relief quickly turns to sorrow. "A few hours, but you're better off turning around. The town from which we come is forsaken. There is a beast in these parts. A month ago, our village comprised of forty. Yesterday, we were eighteen..."

		[i] "Marvelous..." [/i] Sometimes you are resentful that you are the only one cursed to hear its voice. This is not one of those times.
		*page_break Next
		*set altor -1
		"I see ten in your group," you observe. "Am I to infer that means there are eight humans remaining in that village?"

		"You would infer correctly, my lady. Assuming they yet live. I would implore you to turn around and come with us lest you also be devoured."

		You smile inwardly, the helmet that covers your face keeping it hidden from the group which you address. Of course there's no way he could know that in your case, you were far more likely to be devoured by a demon if you [i]didn't[/i] seek them out. "I thank you for your concern, but I must be on my way."

		"May I ask your name before you depart?"

		Before you can respond, a voice from elsewhere in the group speaks out. One of the younger men in armor, whose hand never left his sword the entire time you spoke. "I know who you are." He steps forward, as if defiantly facing a dragon, "A woman covered from head to toe in black and red armor, etched with runes that speak their language. You're the Lady of Red. The one who married a demon, and now wears him like a suit of armor, while traveling the world and hunting both races to feed off their blood!"

		Of course, that pesky legend. You've heard it told in many forms. Sometimes you're a walker of the Earth who hunts demons wherever she can find them, sometimes you're someone who went mad off of demon blood and kills humans on sight. Even the relationship with your companion is subject to change, the 'unholy matrimony' seems to be the favorite version, but sometimes they get a bit closer to the mark with the story about a woman cursed and sealed into demon forged armor that can never be removed. Not quite the truth, but at least closer than the marriage tale.

		Sometimes a legend is useful. You do in fact have to hunt demons to live, but what is your usual policy with humans?
		*choice
			#I will [i]never[/i] kill a human.
				*set cannotkillhumans true
				*set altor -1
				It's already hard enough to be a human in this world. It doesn't matter what kind of person they are, each of them has earned their life just by being forced to suffer through what the world has become since the Convergence.

				That is why you hunt demons. Not just to save yourself, but to do what you can to repay humanity. To take revenge for every innocent life [i]they've[/i] taken. And maybe someday give the world back to them.

				[i]"So noble, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
			#Some humans have it coming, but I refrain from killing innocents when possible.
				You have seen many things in your travels. Enough to know that some humans have plenty of their own demons inside them. You make it your duty to kill all demons you come across, whatever their source or manifestation.

				It was human war that triggered the Convergence in the first place. They're as responsible for the state of decay that grips the world as the demons that now populate and slaughter the innocents who got dragged down to Hell with them.

				[i] "Well, aren't you a cynic. And you used to be such a pleasant young girl, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
			#They provide at least a small source of demon blood. I'll avoid it if possible, but if altor is starving...
				It's only natural that after decades of having Earth and Hell mixed into one melting pot for so long there would be some side effects in the humans forced to be live in this decaying realm. You're not sure about the details, but some parts of the supernatural forces of Hell have managed to find their way into humans, mixing in just the slightest amount of demon blood. You've found it to be more potent in wicked individuals, whether it is the cause of their evil or if their evil makes them more like demons, you cannot tell.

				Even then, you have never found a human that didn't have at least a small amount of demon blood mixed into their own. A very small amount, to be sure, which is why you'll choose to hunt actual demons over them. But when in a pinch...

				[i] "A perfectly rational assessment. Perhaps you've been accumulating a large amount of demon blood in your own body, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
			#I kill whoever I feel like. In this case, though, they have nothing I want.
				The strong take what they want. That has been the rule of the world for all of human history. The Convergence proved this theory, with the arrival of demons, who with their supernatural power quickly knocked humans out of their place as dominant species of the world. It was their power that allowed this.

				You have killed many demons. You have killed many humans. You have been through the crucible and came out bloody and battered, but alive and stronger than ever before. If humans ever make this world their own again, it will not be the most noble of them who do so. It will be people like you who are the inheritors of the Earth.

				[i] "Poetic, and so wonderfully twisted. He he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
		*label lb4
		*set altor -1
		"So what will you do now? Do you plan to kill us?" The young man is trying to stand defiantly, but you can see his knees shaking. You have met many humans in your time. Some of them, you would even call strong, at least strong enough to kill demons as you do, even without the advantage given to you by your armor. Each and every one of them has the same thing to say about facing a demon.

		Facing a demon is the most terrifying thing a man can experience. They are true monstrosities, each horrific in their own way, but more than that. There is something about the aura around them that seeps into your skin. Their very presence is unholy and erodes the human will, filling them with dread of the inevitable. You are protected from that by the armor, which is why those who manage to stand against a demon, even futilely, will always have your respect.

		"I mean you no harm, I just want to pass." You reassure him, "Perhaps it would be best if we parted ways now. I wish you luck on your path."
		*page_break Next
		*set altor -1
		The young man doesn't respond beyond tightening his grip on his blade. You take that as a cue to be on your way. As you walk around the group, you notice their members becoming increasingly agitated.

		"Yes...please, excuse us, my lady," the older gentleman says while fidgeting his hands. "As you say, it will be a long journey."

		You are able to get on the other side of them without any conflict. Before long, you hear the crank of their carriage wheels turning behind me, as they also go on their own path.

		Then, you hear a different sound. A sound that has become familiar to your ears.

		The sounds of human screams.

		*page_break Next
		*set altor -1
		You look over your shoulder. Already, creatures walking on all fours are leaping at the travelers. Their bodies appear to be misshapen lumps of flesh ripped apart and sewn back together, a mouth resembling a pit with razor teeth at the front of their bodies, with a human head protruding unnaturally from the top, screaming a hollow and screeching noise. They appear to be decaying right before your eyes, bleeding from all sides without any skin to hold their insides together. Three arms extend from its sides, one right over the mouth and two elsewhere, drifting aimlessly until something comes within reach, then lashing out with surprising speed to take hold and guide it toward the pit of blades to be devoured into the mass of meat and blood.

		The humans at the outskirts of the party were the first victims, taken within the first few heartbeats. Once the misshapen arms grabbed hold of them, they never had a chance. The masses of muscle held tightly onto their prize as they dragged them kicking and screaming, devouring them from the foot upward. Any attempt to stop them from their allies is ignored, their human forged weapons doing nothing against their fleshy hides, becoming stuck and impossible to pull out. Anyone who gets too close is grabbed by another arm, and forced to wait their turn while the beasts finish their original meal before turning to them.

		You weren't sure where they came from. At no point did you get the feeling you were being followed during your three day trek, meaning that they had probably followed the humans fleeing from the village. Perhaps they identified you as a threat, and decided to wait until you passed and hope that once their massacre was no longer in your way, you would leave without trouble.

		They were wrong.
		*page_break Next
		*goto lb1
	#I stop in front of them and wait.
		*set altor -1
		You stop in your tracks only a few feet away from their leader. An older man. Older by today's standards, at least, which would be around thirty. The lines of stress and world-weariness are finely marked on his features. You see a bead of sweat drip down his face as he struggles to look at you.

		His mouth opens as if to say something, then closes. You wait patiently and wordlessly for him to gather his nerve, and he eventually chooses a first word. "W-We are mere travelers. Merchants told of a sanctuary, up ahead..."

		"Father wait, I know this creature," a voice from elsewhere in the group speaks out. One of the younger men in armor, whose hand never left his sword the entire time you spoke. "I know who you are." He steps forward, as if defiantly facing a dragon, "A woman covered from head to toe in black and red armor, etched with runes that speak their language. You're the Lady of Red. The one who married a demon, and now wears him like a suit of armor, while traveling the world and hunting both races to feed off their blood!"

		Of course, that pesky legend. You've heard it told in many forms. Sometimes you're a walker of the Earth who hunts demons wherever she can find them, sometimes you're someone who went mad off of demon blood and kills humans on sight. Even the relationship with your companion is subject to change, the 'unholy matrimony' seems to be the favorite version, but sometimes they get a bit closer to the mark with the story about a woman cursed and sealed into demon forged armor that can never be removed. Not quite the truth, but at least closer than the marriage tale.

		Sometimes a legend is useful. You do in fact have to hunt demons to live, but what is your usual policy with humans?
		*choice
			#I will [i]never[/i] kill a human.
				*set cannotkillhumans true
				*set altor -1
				It's already hard enough to be a human in this world. It doesn't matter what kind of person they are, each of them has earned their life just by being forced to suffer through what the world has become since the Convergence.

				That is why you hunt demons. Not just to save yourself, but to do what you can to repay humanity. To take revenge for every innocent life [i]they've[/i] taken. And maybe someday give the world back to them.

				[i]"So noble, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
			#Some humans have it coming, but I refrain from killing innocents when possible.
				You have seen many things in your travels. Enough to know that some humans have plenty of their own demons inside them. You make it your duty to kill all demons you come across, whatever their source or manifestation.

				It was human war that triggered the Convergence in the first place. They're as responsible for the state of decay that grips the world as the demons that now populate and slaughter the innocents who got dragged down to Hell with them.

				[i] "Well, aren't you a cynic. And you used to be such a pleasant young maid, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
			#They provide at least a small source of demon blood. I'll avoid it if possible, but if altor is starving...
				It's only natural that after decades of having Earth and Hell mixed into one melting pot for so long there would be some side effects in the humans forced to be live in this decaying realm. You're not sure about the details, but some parts of the supernatural forces of Hell have managed to find their way into humans, mixing in just the slightest amount of demon blood. You've found it to be more potent in wicked individuals, whether it is the cause of their evil or if their evil makes them more like demons, you cannot tell.

				Even then, you have never found a human that didn't have at least a small amount of demon blood mixed into their own. A very small amount, to be sure, which is why you'll choose to hunt actual demons over them. But when in a pinch...

				[i] "A perfectly rational assessment. Perhaps you've been accumulating a large amount of demon blood in your own body, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
			#I kill whoever I feel like. In this case, though, they have nothing I want.
				The strong take what they want. That has been the rule of the world for all of human history. The Convergence proved this theory, with the arrival of demons, who with their supernatural power quickly knocked humans out of their place as dominant species of the world. It was their power that allowed this.

				You have killed many demons. You have killed many humans. You have been through the crucible and came out bloody and battered, but alive and stronger than ever before. If humans ever make this world their own again, it will not be the most noble of them who do so. It will be people like you who are the inheritors of the Earth.

				[i] "Poetic, and so wonderfully twisted. He he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*goto lb4
	#I continue walking. They'll get out of the way.
		*set altor -1
		You shouldn't have bothered getting so alert over a pack of humans.

		They become frightened when they realize that you have no intention of stopping for some. Some raise their steel weapons but you don't let that concern you. As expected, the ones who can step aside once you approach, fearfully watching you. Someone lets out a warcry and swings his sword at you, but the blade shatters upon impact with your armor.

		These were people who were most likely born not long after the Convergence, they should have known by now. Human forged weapons could do nothing against the supernatural, only weapons forged by demons out of brimstone could make a dent. While you weren't a demon, your armor certainly was, making his steel about as effective as paper.

		Realizing the futility, they shrink aside. Nobody tries to get closer to you after that. Afraid for their lives, though if there is any danger to them, it isn't from you at the moment.
		*choice
			#I will [i]never[/i] kill a human.
				*set cannotkillhumans true
				*set altor -1
				It's already hard enough to be a human in this world. It doesn't matter what kind of person they are, each of them has earned their life just by being forced to suffer through what the world has become since the Convergence.

				That is why you hunt demons. Not just to save yourself, but to do what you can to repay humanity. To take revenge for every innocent life [i]they've[/i] taken. And maybe someday give the world back to them.

				[i]"So noble, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*set altor -1
				You look over your shoulder. Already, creatures walking on all fours are leaping at the travelers. Their bodies appear to be misshapen lumps of flesh ripped apart and sewn back together, a mouth resembling a pit with razor teeth at the front of their bodies, with a human head protruding unnaturally from the top, screaming a hollow and screeching noise. They appear to be decaying right before your eyes, bleeding from all sides without any skin to hold their insides together. Three arms extend from its sides, one right over the mouth and two elsewhere, drifting aimlessly until something comes within reach, then lashing out with surprising speed to take hold and guide it toward the pit of blades to be devoured into the mass of meat and blood.

				The humans at the outskirts of the party were the first victims, taken within the first few heartbeats. Once the misshapen arms grabbed hold of them, they never had a chance. The masses of muscle held tightly onto their prize as they dragged them kicking and screaming, devouring them from the foot upward. Any attempt to stop them from their allies is ignored, their human forged weapons doing nothing against their fleshy hides, becoming stuck and impossible to pull out. Anyone who gets too close is grabbed by another arm, and forced to wait their turn while the beasts finish their original meal before turning to them.

				You weren't sure where they came from. At no point did you get the feeling you were being followed during your three day trek, meaning that they had probably followed the humans fleeing from the village. Perhaps they identified you as a threat, and decided to wait until you passed and hope that once their massacre was no longer in your way, you would leave without trouble.

				*choice
					#They were right
						*set humans 0
						Humans are prey to the demon scourge. That was the way of the world, nothing new.

						You had your own problems to worry about. Turning your head from the carnage, you walk on.
						*page_break Hours later
						*goto_scene 2-village
					#They were wrong
						*goto lb1
			#Some humans have it coming, but I refrain from killing innocents when possible.
				You have seen many things in your travels. Enough to know that some humans have plenty of their own demons inside them. You make it your duty to kill all demons you come across, whatever their source or manifestation.

				It was human war that triggered the Convergence in the first place. They're as responsible for the state of decay that grips the world as the demons that now populate and slaughter the innocents who got dragged down to Hell with them.

				[i] "Well, aren't you a cynic. And you used to be such a pleasant young maid, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*set altor -1
				You look over your shoulder. Already, creatures walking on all fours are leaping at the travelers. Their bodies appear to be misshapen lumps of flesh ripped apart and sewn back together, a mouth resembling a pit with razor teeth at the front of their bodies, with a human head protruding unnaturally from the top, screaming a hollow and screeching noise. They appear to be decaying right before your eyes, bleeding from all sides without any skin to hold their insides together. Three arms extend from its sides, one right over the mouth and two elsewhere, drifting aimlessly until something comes within reach, then lashing out with surprising speed to take hold and guide it toward the pit of blades to be devoured into the mass of meat and blood.

				The humans at the outskirts of the party were the first victims, taken within the first few heartbeats. Once the misshapen arms grabbed hold of them, they never had a chance. The masses of muscle held tightly onto their prize as they dragged them kicking and screaming, devouring them from the foot upward. Any attempt to stop them from their allies is ignored, their human forged weapons doing nothing against their fleshy hides, becoming stuck and impossible to pull out. Anyone who gets too close is grabbed by another arm, and forced to wait their turn while the beasts finish their original meal before turning to them.

				You weren't sure where they came from. At no point did you get the feeling you were being followed during your three day trek, meaning that they had probably followed the humans fleeing from the village. Perhaps they identified you as a threat, and decided to wait until you passed and hope that once their massacre was no longer in your way, you would leave without trouble.

				*choice
					#They were right
						*set humans 0
						Humans are prey to the demon scourge. That was the way of the world, nothing new.

						You had your own problems to worry about. Turning your head from the carnage, you walk on.
						*page_break Hours later
						*goto_scene 2-village
					#They were wrong
						*goto lb1
			#They provide at least a small source of demon blood. I'll avoid it if possible, but if altor is starving...
				It's only natural that after decades of having Earth and Hell mixed into one melting pot for so long there would be some side effects in the humans forced to be live in this decaying realm. You're not sure about the details, but some parts of the supernatural forces of Hell have managed to find their way into humans, mixing in just the slightest amount of demon blood. You've found it to be more potent in wicked individuals, whether it is the cause of their evil or if their evil makes them more like demons, you cannot tell.

				Even then, you have never found a human that didn't have at least a small amount of demon blood mixed into their own. A very small amount, to be sure, which is why you'll choose to hunt actual demons over them. But when in a pinch...

				[i] "A perfectly rational assessment. Perhaps you've been accumulating a large amount of demon blood in your own body, he he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*set altor -1
				You look over your shoulder. Already, creatures walking on all fours are leaping at the travelers. Their bodies appear to be misshapen lumps of flesh ripped apart and sewn back together, a mouth resembling a pit with razor teeth at the front of their bodies, with a human head protruding unnaturally from the top, screaming a hollow and screeching noise. They appear to be decaying right before your eyes, bleeding from all sides without any skin to hold their insides together. Three arms extend from its sides, one right over the mouth and two elsewhere, drifting aimlessly until something comes within reach, then lashing out with surprising speed to take hold and guide it toward the pit of blades to be devoured into the mass of meat and blood.

				The humans at the outskirts of the party were the first victims, taken within the first few heartbeats. Once the misshapen arms grabbed hold of them, they never had a chance. The masses of muscle held tightly onto their prize as they dragged them kicking and screaming, devouring them from the foot upward. Any attempt to stop them from their allies is ignored, their human forged weapons doing nothing against their fleshy hides, becoming stuck and impossible to pull out. Anyone who gets too close is grabbed by another arm, and forced to wait their turn while the beasts finish their original meal before turning to them.

				You weren't sure where they came from. At no point did you get the feeling you were being followed during your three day trek, meaning that they had probably followed the humans fleeing from the village. Perhaps they identified you as a threat, and decided to wait until you passed and hope that once their massacre was no longer in your way, you would leave without trouble.

				*choice
					#They were right
						*set humans 0
						Humans are prey to the demon scourge. That was the way of the world, nothing new.

						You had your own problems to worry about. Turning your head from the carnage, you walk on.
						*page_break Hours later
						*goto_scene 2-village
					#They were wrong
						*goto lb1
			#I kill whoever I feel like. In this case, though, they have nothing I want.
				The strong take what they want. That has been the rule of the world for all of human history. The Convergence proved this theory, with the arrival of demons, who with their supernatural power quickly knocked humans out of their place as dominant species of the world. It was their power that allowed this.

				You have killed many demons. You have killed many humans. You have been through the crucible and came out bloody and battered, but alive and stronger than ever before. If humans ever make this world their own again, it will not be the most noble of them who do so. It will be people like you who are the inheritors of the Earth.

				[i] "Poetic, and so wonderfully twisted. He he he..."
				*page_break Next
				*set altor -1
				You look over your shoulder. Already, creatures walking on all fours are leaping at the travelers. Their bodies appear to be misshapen lumps of flesh ripped apart and sewn back together, a mouth resembling a pit with razor teeth at the front of their bodies, with a human head protruding unnaturally from the top, screaming a hollow and screeching noise. They appear to be decaying right before your eyes, bleeding from all sides without any skin to hold their insides together. Three arms extend from its sides, one right over the mouth and two elsewhere, drifting aimlessly until something comes within reach, then lashing out with surprising speed to take hold and guide it toward the pit of blades to be devoured into the mass of meat and blood.

				The humans at the outskirts of the party were the first victims, taken within the first few heartbeats. Once the misshapen arms grabbed hold of them, they never had a chance. The masses of muscle held tightly onto their prize as they dragged them kicking and screaming, devouring them from the foot upward. Any attempt to stop them from their allies is ignored, their human forged weapons doing nothing against their fleshy hides, becoming stuck and impossible to pull out. Anyone who gets too close is grabbed by another arm, and forced to wait their turn while the beasts finish their original meal before turning to them.

				You weren't sure where they came from. At no point did you get the feeling you were being followed during your three day trek, meaning that they had probably followed the humans fleeing from the village. Perhaps they identified you as a threat, and decided to wait until you passed and hope that once their massacre was no longer in your way, you would leave without trouble.

				*choice
					#They were right
						*set humans 0
						Humans are prey to the demon scourge. That was the way of the world, nothing new.

						You had your own problems to worry about. Turning your head from the carnage, you walk on.
						*page_break Hours later
						*goto_scene 2-village
					#They were wrong
						*goto lb1

*label lb1
*comment Battle demons alongside humans
*set humans -2
After their initial attack, only eight humans remain. Looking at the scene, you can immediately spot four of the monstrosities, each of them have at least one human in their grips. Two them have already died, and are in the process of being devoured. Two others still have a chance, though one of them has a foot in the grave, or in this case, in the pit of razors that is the demon's mouth.

[i] "These ones[/i] reek [i]of demon blood," Altor hungry echos ring in your skull. "Let us kill them. Let us kill them NOW!" For once, you don't have any complaints.[/i]

*choice
	#Charge the one closest to me, currently eating a still living human
		*goto lb6
		
	#Draw the demons' attention
		*set humans -2
		You take steps closer to the demons and let out a wordless shout of pure rage, issuing to them a challenge from one bloodhungry beast to another. The heads that pertude unnaturally out of the tops of their misshapen forms all turn to stare at you, letting out that hollow shriek in unison. Despite having the attention of the ambiguously human forms, only two of the bodies themselves actually pay attention and turn toward you, indicating that the relationship between the head and body is likely as convoluted and barely formed as the bodies themselves.

		Of the demons that turn toward you, it is the two whose prey had already fallen silent. Blood drips from their frontal orifice of razors and bones, its difficult to tell how much is from their most recent meal, and how much is from their own twisted figures. They eventually break out into a mad sprint toward you, their arms waving wildly through the air, their movements that of a rabid creature drunk on its own lust.

		As they approach, a greatsword forms in your hand.

		[i] "My personal recommendation, in this case." You hear the echoes through your mind, "Have fun..."

		Time grows shorter before the crazed abominations reach you. You ready the greatsword that was gifted to you. In a way, its fortunate that you only attracted two of them. It has made your job much easier than if you had to face them all at once.

		*choice
			#Strike them both horizontally
				*set altor +20
				*set humans -1
				You carefully time your swing, waiting for the perfect moment. That wait is not a long one before they come into range and you allow your blade to fly. At a certain point you're simply giving it up to momentum to carry through.

				The blade glides through the air, hardly slowing down even as it tears the beasts in half, sending their upper halves flying above you, their blood and flesh raining down, staining your armor and the ground with their filth.

				Past the raining blood, you see the two remaining demons. Their previous victims now lie motionless as they are drawn into the mass, and in their arms they carry their next victims. One of which, already dead from the crushing grip around her head, skull cracked and blood dripping out of her now closed eyes.
				*choice
					#Charge them
						*set altor +20
						Better to end the fight here and now while they're not focused on you. Resting your greatsword on your shoulder, you charge forward and allow the boiling adrenaline to carry you on.

						The first to fall looks at you just long enough to shriek before your blade comes crashing down ontop of it, cutting roughly through and crashing into the ground with force that shakes the ground beneath your feet. The remaining demon drops the corpse it was preparing to devour and instead reaches for you. Grabbing onto your leg.

						Your sword is still embedded in the ground, with its flat edge facing toward the abomination, making it more difficult to get a clean cut toward it. The grip on your leg is not making killing the creature any easier.
						*choice
							#Reposition and swing
								*set head -2
								You force the sword out of the ground and lift it over your head. As you do, however, the demon's hand pulls back, disrupting your balance and sending you onto your back.

								The rabid creature of filth is on you in a moment, leaping on top of you, keeping your torso pinned under its skinless body, its many arms holding yours in place as it slowly places its pit of teeth and bone over your helmet. The world becomes dark to your vision as all you can see is the bloody and decayed entrails, still dripping from its last meal. Its teeth rip at your helmet, digging into the skin beneath.

								Any attempt to free yourself is in vain. Its arms have yours firmly in place, from your position on the ground you can't muster up the force necessary to overpower it. Suddenly the beast lets out another scream, and the teeth relent. Any movement in the demon ceases, its grip relaxes, and you are finally able to throw the bastard off.

								When you're finally able to catch your breath, you see what finally felled the beast. There in front of you, you see one of the humans, holding your brimstone greatsword and a fearful expression. It's clear he's having difficulty lifting it, but the stains of the demon's blood prove his deed.

								"H-Here..." He hesitatingly offers the blade to you, its immense weight breaking his attempt and causing it to fall forward, himself unable to hold it any longer. You catch it before it hits the ground.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
							#I'll swing from my current position
								Your has to push through two bodies. First the remains of its earlier kill, and then somehow it needs to build up enough force to obliterate the actual target, all with the flat edge of the blade.

								You let the adrenaline and pain built up in your body seep into your attack, fueling it purely on hate alone in the absence of any other source of power. The blade smashes against the demon with a thud rather than a slice, but it does damage all the same. The demon is knocked off its feet and left crawling on the ground, helplessly, like a worm.

								[i] "Finish it...FINISH IT! GIVE ME ITS BLOOD!"

								*choice
									#I will savor this...
										*set altor +10
										How many times have the positions been reversed? Too many to count.

										To them, humans are the prey. Pathetic creatures, mortal and fragile. Too many times they use that as their excuse. Their survival of the fittest philosophy that allows them to convince themselves that their existence is justified.

										They never truly get to learn pain. Until you...

										The beast digs in its heels and attempts to grab at your legs, but it cannot muster up even the weakest strength to pull you down. Without a proper jaw, it's unable to open its mouth wide enough to chew at anything.

										[i] "Enough with the fanfare! Feed me its blood!"

										Grinning to yourself, you relish lifting your blade and stabbing it straight downward. The demon gives a satisfying, anguished shriek that fills the empty air as you retract the blade and plunge it back down, again and again.

										"Now you know our pain. Now you become mortal."
										*page_break Next
										*goto lb3
									#Kill it cleanly
										*set altor +10
										There's a certain principle when fighting the legions of hell. A rule that anyone who wants to attempt it must abide by. 

										When you have an opportunity to kill your opponent, take it. Don't be fancy, don't be poetic, don't do what feels good. In the words of an old comrade: 'Don't fuck around.' Kill it and be done with it, or it will not hesitate to do the same to you.

										You bring your greatsword down on its head without a second thought. The demon the demon shrieks as your blade crashes through its mess of a body, ending its pitiful existence at last.
										*page_break Next
										*goto lb3
							#Just rip the bastard's head off
								*set altor +10
								At this point, the demon has become more of an annoyance than an actual threat. You're getting tired of its stubbornness and would rather just be done with the whole matter entirely.

								The creature's skinless imitation of a human head screeches as your hands take hold of both sides. You answer in kind with a battle cry of your own as the blood pumps through your arms and you rip upward with as much force as you can muster. Slowly, the satisfying sound of tendons rip apart overtake the whining moans, until the neck finally gives out and your arms jerk upward from the unexpected release of pressure, the head flying out of your grip and landing far out of reach. With the head gone, the rest of the body slumps to the side, finally at peace.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
					#Use range
						As soon as the thought passes through your mind, the greatsword in your hand dissolved, replaced by a crossbow.

						[i] "Aim carefully. Don't want to kill the hostages, right? He he..."
						*choice
							#He's right. Have to focus...
								*set altor +10
								Having other humans involved always makes these battles more complicated. When its just demons in front of me, I get to let loose and just strike to kill everything in sight. Instead in this case, I need to take the time to concentrate.

								I line up the shot on the demon closest to me. An arrow to that mass of skinless fat and muscle would likely do very little, but the head seems particularly vulnerable. Your suspicion is proven correct when the arrow pierces straight through, leaving the body to slump helplessly on the ground.

								The other demon finally takes notice of me, and begins charging in a wild dash, its arms flailing wildly in the air.
								*choice
									#Reload and kill it
										A pleasant thought in theory, but the practice proves much more difficult. The beast continues to charge recklessly while you are still cranking back the crossbow. By the time you're ready to fire again, the rabid creature of filth is on you, its force knocking you to the ground. Leaping on top of you, keeping your torso pinned under its skinless body, its many arms holding yours in place as it slowly places its pit of teeth and bone over your helmet. The world becomes dark to your vision as all you can see is the bloody and decayed entrails, still dripping from its last meal. Its teeth rip at your helmet, digging into the skin beneath.

										Any attempt to free yourself is in vain. Its arms have yours firmly in place, from your position on the ground you can't muster up the force necessary to overpower it. Before long, its teeth, more resembling bones sharpened to a razor-like edge, are ripping through your armor and cutting into your flesh. It cuts through the bones just as easily, and soon your head is gone to the void that is the monster's stomach. The rest of your body limps lifelessly to be devoured.

										The demons feast well tonight.
										*choice
											#It won't...end...like...this...
												*set head 0
												*set leftarm 0
												*set rightarm 0
												*set leftleg 0
												*set rightleg 0
												*goto lb1
											#The end
												Thank you for playing!
												*finish
									#That will take too long. I'll have to use my hands
										A crossbow is useless at close range, and there isn't time to form a blade and still be able to use it before the abomination reaches you. Resigned to that fact, you throw the crossbow aside and instead ready yourself.

										The beast charges recklessly at you, leaping into the air the moment it is close enough. When it does this, it falls right into your hands, allowing you to lift it over your head and throw it on the other side of you. It crashes head-first into one of the many dead trees that scatter the landscape.

										Finally you have enough time to form a brimstone blade again. You are ready to strike, even as the demon filth continues to struggle getting back on its legs. In this state, it more resembles a worm than a personification of sin. Helpless, and frail.

										[i] "Finish it...FINISH IT! GIVE ME ITS BLOOD!"

										*choice
											#I will savor this...
												*set altor +10
												How many times have the positions been reversed? Too many to count.

												To them, humans are the prey. Pathetic creatures, mortal and fragile. Too many times they use that as their excuse. Their survival of the fittest philosophy that allows them to convince themselves that their existence is justified.

												They never truly get to learn pain. Until you...

												The beast digs in its heels and attempts to grab at your legs, but it cannot muster up even the weakest strength to pull you down. Without a proper jaw, it's unable to open its mouth wide enough to chew at anything.

												[i] "Enough with the fanfare! Feed me its blood!"

												Grinning to yourself, you relish lifting your blade and stabbing it straight downward. The demon gives a satisfying, anguished shriek that fills the empty air as you retract the blade and plunge it back down, again and again.

												"Now you know our pain. Now you become mortal."
												*page_break Next
												*goto lb3
											#Kill it cleanly
												*set altor +10
												There's a certain principle when fighting the legions of hell. A rule that anyone who wants to attempt it must abide by. 

												When you have an opportunity to kill your opponent, take it. Don't be fancy, don't be poetic, don't do what feels good. In the words of an old comrade: 'Don't fuck around.' Kill it and be done with it, or it will not hesitate to do the same to you.

												You bring your greatsword down on its head without a second thought. The demon the demon shrieks as your blade crashes through its mess of a body, ending its pitiful existence at last.
												*page_break Next
												*goto lb3
							*if (cannotkillhumans =false) 
								#Just fire as many bolts as I can. The demons won't have a chance to evade that way.
									*set humans -3
									*set altor +20
									Those people died the moment they allowed themselves to be grabbed by a demon. Their fates were set in stone, at least this way nobody else gets killed.

									You fire wildly at the monstrosities. Your hand never leaves the top of your crossbow, pulling back the string the second the bolt is loosed from its chamber, firing faster than most can swing their sword.

									In this state, it proves to be impossible to aim, and more shots miss than not. However, every shot that does hit staggers your prey. Any attempt at getting close to you is swiftly interrupted. The wounds begin to stack up until eventually they're just not able to support themselves anymore, collapsing on the ground. You fire a few more times to be certain.
									*page_break Next
									*goto lb3
			#Dodge and slice vertically as they pass
				*set altor +20
				*set humans -1
				There is a risk in the strategy of dashing wildly. It is very hard to stop once one gets the momentum going. When you swiftly dodge to the side just as collision is about to occur, the beasts are unable to correct themselves. The closest one, you cut in half the moment it passes by you, the rear end being stopped against your weapon while the other flies forward leaving a trail of tainted blood along the dirt.

				The remaining demon screeches its hollow moan at you, a moan that is interrupted as you bring your sword down on its head. The force of the blow causes the chopped remains to explode outward, filling the air with its blood.

				Looking behind you, you see the two remaining demons. Their previous victims now lie motionless as they are drawn into the mass, and in their arms they carry their next victims. One of which, already dead from the crushing grip around her head, skull cracked and blood dripping out of her now closed eyes.
				*choice
					#Charge them
						*set altor +20
						Better to end the fight here and now while they're not focused on you. Resting your greatsword on your shoulder, you charge forward and allow the boiling adrenaline to carry you on.

						The first to fall looks at you just long enough to shriek before your blade comes crashing down ontop of it, cutting roughly through and crashing into the ground with force that shakes the ground beneath your feet. The remaining demon drops the corpse it was preparing to devour and instead reaches for you. Grabbing onto your leg.

						Your sword is still embedded in the ground, with its flat edge facing toward the abomination, making it more difficult to get a clean cut toward it. The grip on your leg is not making killing the creature any easier.
						*choice
							#Reposition and swing
								*set head -2
								You force the sword out of the ground and lift it over your head. As you do, however, the demon's hand pulls back, disrupting your balance and sending you onto your back.

								The rabid creature of filth is on you in a moment, leaping on top of you, keeping your torso pinned under its skinless body, its many arms holding yours in place as it slowly places its pit of teeth and bone over your helmet. The world becomes dark to your vision as all you can see is the bloody and decayed entrails, still dripping from its last meal. Its teeth rip at your helmet, digging into the skin beneath.

								Any attempt to free yourself is in vain. Its arms have yours firmly in place, from your position on the ground you can't muster up the force necessary to overpower it. Suddenly the beast lets out another scream, and the teeth relent. Any movement in the demon ceases, its grip relaxes, and you are finally able to throw the bastard off.

								When you're finally able to catch your breath, you see what finally felled the beast. There in front of you, you see one of the humans, holding your brimstone greatsword and a fearful expression. It's clear he's having difficulty lifting it, but the stains of the demon's blood prove his deed.

								"H-Here..." He hesitatingly offers the blade to you, its immense weight breaking his attempt and causing it to fall forward, himself unable to hold it any longer. You catch it before it hits the ground.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
							#I'll swing from my current position
								Your has to push through two bodies. First the remains of its earlier kill, and then somehow it needs to build up enough force to obliterate the actual target, all with the flat edge of the blade.

								You let the adrenaline and pain built up in your body seep into your attack, fueling it purely on hate alone in the absence of any other source of power. The blade smashes against the demon with a thud rather than a slice, but it does damage all the same. The demon is knocked off its feet and left crawling on the ground, helplessly, like a worm.

								[i] "Finish it...FINISH IT! GIVE ME ITS BLOOD!"

								*choice
									#I will savor this...
										*set altor +10
										How many times have the positions been reversed? Too many to count.

										To them, humans are the prey. Pathetic creatures, mortal and fragile. Too many times they use that as their excuse. Their survival of the fittest philosophy that allows them to convince themselves that their existence is justified.

										They never truly get to learn pain. Until you...

										The beast digs in its heels and attempts to grab at your legs, but it cannot muster up even the weakest strength to pull you down. Without a proper jaw, it's unable to open its mouth wide enough to chew at anything.

										[i] "Enough with the fanfare! Feed me its blood!"

										Grinning to yourself, you relish lifting your blade and stabbing it straight downward. The demon gives a satisfying, anguished shriek that fills the empty air as you retract the blade and plunge it back down, again and again.

										"Now you know our pain. Now you become mortal."
										*page_break Next
										*goto lb3
									#Kill it cleanly
										*set altor +10
										There's a certain principle when fighting the legions of hell. A rule that anyone who wants to attempt it must abide by. 

										When you have an opportunity to kill your opponent, take it. Don't be fancy, don't be poetic, don't do what feels good. In the words of an old comrade: 'Don't fuck around.' Kill it and be done with it, or it will not hesitate to do the same to you.

										You bring your greatsword down on its head without a second thought. The demon the demon shrieks as your blade crashes through its mess of a body, ending its pitiful existence at last.
										*page_break Next
										*goto lb3
							#Just rip the bastard's head off
								*set altor +10
								At this point, the demon has become more of an annoyance than an actual threat. You're getting tired of its stubbornness and would rather just be done with the whole matter entirely.

								The creature's skinless imitation of a human head screeches as your hands take hold of both sides. You answer in kind with a battle cry of your own as the blood pumps through your arms and you rip upward with as much force as you can muster. Slowly, the satisfying sound of tendons rip apart overtake the whining moans, until the neck finally gives out and your arms jerk upward from the unexpected release of pressure, the head flying out of your grip and landing far out of reach. With the head gone, the rest of the body slumps to the side, finally at peace.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
					#Use range
						As soon as the thought passes through your mind, the greatsword in your hand dissolved, replaced by a crossbow.

						[i] "Aim carefully. Don't want to kill the hostages, right? He he..."
						*choice
							#He's right. Have to focus...
								*set altor +10
								Having other humans involved always makes these battles more complicated. When its just demons in front of me, I get to let loose and just strike to kill everything in sight. Instead in this case, I need to take the time to concentrate.

								I line up the shot on the demon closest to me. An arrow to that mass of skinless fat and muscle would likely do very little, but the head seems particularly vulnerable. Your suspicion is proven correct when the arrow pierces straight through, leaving the body to slump helplessly on the ground.

								The other demon finally takes notice of me, and begins charging in a wild dash, its arms flailing wildly in the air.
								*choice
									#Reload and kill it
										A pleasant thought in theory, but the practice proves much more difficult. The beast continues to charge recklessly while you are still cranking back the crossbow. By the time you're ready to fire again, the rabid creature of filth is on you, its force knocking you to the ground. Leaping on top of you, keeping your torso pinned under its skinless body, its many arms holding yours in place as it slowly places its pit of teeth and bone over your helmet. The world becomes dark to your vision as all you can see is the bloody and decayed entrails, still dripping from its last meal. Its teeth rip at your helmet, digging into the skin beneath.

										Any attempt to free yourself is in vain. Its arms have yours firmly in place, from your position on the ground you can't muster up the force necessary to overpower it. Before long, its teeth, more resembling bones sharpened to a razor-like edge, are ripping through your armor and cutting into your flesh. It cuts through the bones just as easily, and soon your head is gone to the void that is the monster's stomach. The rest of your body limps lifelessly to be devoured.

										The demons feast well tonight.
										*choice
											#It won't...end...like...this...
												*set head 0
												*set leftarm 0
												*set rightarm 0
												*set leftleg 0
												*set rightleg 0
												*goto lb1
											#The end
												Thank you for playing!
												*finish
									#That will take too long. I'll have to use my hands
										A crossbow is useless at close range, and there isn't time to form a blade and still be able to use it before the abomination reaches you. Resigned to that fact, you throw the crossbow aside and instead ready yourself.

										The beast charges recklessly at you, leaping into the air the moment it is close enough. When it does this, it falls right into your hands, allowing you to lift it over your head and throw it on the other side of you. It crashes head-first into one of the many dead trees that scatter the landscape.

										Finally you have enough time to form a brimstone blade again. You are ready to strike, even as the demon filth continues to struggle getting back on its legs. In this state, it more resembles a worm than a personification of sin. Helpless, and frail.

										[i] "Finish it...FINISH IT! GIVE ME ITS BLOOD!"

										*choice
											#I will savor this...
												*set altor +10
												How many times have the positions been reversed? Too many to count.

												To them, humans are the prey. Pathetic creatures, mortal and fragile. Too many times they use that as their excuse. Their survival of the fittest philosophy that allows them to convince themselves that their existence is justified.

												They never truly get to learn pain. Until you...

												The beast digs in its heels and attempts to grab at your legs, but it cannot muster up even the weakest strength to pull you down. Without a proper jaw, it's unable to open its mouth wide enough to chew at anything.

												[i] "Enough with the fanfare! Feed me its blood!"

												Grinning to yourself, you relish lifting your blade and stabbing it straight downward. The demon gives a satisfying, anguished shriek that fills the empty air as you retract the blade and plunge it back down, again and again.

												"Now you know our pain. Now you become mortal."
												*page_break Next
												*goto lb3
											#Kill it cleanly
												*set altor +10
												There's a certain principle when fighting the legions of hell. A rule that anyone who wants to attempt it must abide by. 

												When you have an opportunity to kill your opponent, take it. Don't be fancy, don't be poetic, don't do what feels good. In the words of an old comrade: 'Don't fuck around.' Kill it and be done with it, or it will not hesitate to do the same to you.

												You bring your greatsword down on its head without a second thought. The demon the demon shrieks as your blade crashes through its mess of a body, ending its pitiful existence at last.
												*page_break Next
												*goto lb3
							*if (cannotkillhumans =false) #Just fire as many bolts as I can. The demons won't have a chance to evade that way.
								*set humans -3
								*set altor +20
								Those people died the moment they allowed themselves to be grabbed by a demon. Their fates were set in stone, at least this way nobody else gets killed.

								You fire wildly at the monstrosities. Your hand never leaves the top of your crossbow, pulling back the string the second the bolt is loosed from its chamber, firing faster than most can swing their sword.

								In this state, it proves to be impossible to aim, and more shots miss than not. However, every shot that does hit staggers your prey. Any attempt at getting close to you is swiftly interrupted. The wounds begin to stack up until eventually they're just not able to support themselves anymore, collapsing on the ground. You fire a few more times to be certain.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
	#Attack from a distance
		*set altor +20
		As the thought crosses through your mind, a crossbow materializes in your hand, brimstone bolts pre-loaded as a gift from your 'friend.'

		[i] "Would have preferred the sword, myself. But what do I know, I'm just a suit of armor. He he he..."

		Your first bolt strikes true, striking the demon nearest you, piercing through the misshapen skull that bulged out from the grotesque mass. The rest of the body dies with it, its horrifying screech finally silent. The rest turn to you at the fall of their comrade. Identifying the greater threat, they drop their meals and focus on your position, each charging you at once with the mad dash of a rabid animal that has smelled blood.

		Another bolt flies forth from your crossbow, falling yet another one. This display does nothing to slow the remaining two, who continue to charge, absent of any fear.

		[i] "They're getting close. What now?"

		*choice
			#Keep firing
				One more bolt flies, piercing through the eye of the hideous imitation of a human head. With just one left, you pull back the string one last time to fire and put an end the massacre.

				A pleasant thought in theory, but the practice proves much more difficult. The beast continues to charge recklessly while you are still cranking back the crossbow. By the time you're ready to fire again, the rabid creature of filth is on you, its force knocking you to the ground. Leaping on top of you, keeping your torso pinned under its skinless body, its many arms holding yours in place as it slowly places its pit of teeth and bone over your helmet. The world becomes dark to your vision as all you can see is the bloody and decayed entrails, still dripping from its last meal. Its teeth rip at your helmet, digging into the skin beneath.

				Any attempt to free yourself is in vain. Its arms have yours firmly in place, from your position on the ground you can't muster up the force necessary to overpower it. Before long, its teeth, more resembling bones sharpened to a razor-like edge, are ripping through your armor and cutting into your flesh. It cuts through the bones just as easily, and soon your head is gone to the void that is the monster's stomach. The rest of your body limps lifelessly to be devoured.

				The demons feast well tonight.
				*choice
					#It won't...end...like...this...
						*set head 0
						*set leftarm 0
						*set rightarm 0
						*set leftleg 0
						*set rightleg 0
						*goto lb1
					#The end
						Thank you for playing!
						*finish
			#Switch to melee
				*set altor +10
				The switch doesn't take a long time, but it's still not something you can do instantaneously. Better to do it now while you at least have a little distance, before they swarm over you.

				By the time you have your greatsword in hand they're already leaping toward you. You're able to swiftly dodge right, allowing the beast to pass inches in front of your face, as your sword raised vertically through the nearest beast, stopping its rear and sending the frontal half flying forward, its tainted blood spraying the ground and on your armor.

				The last demon rebounds almost immediately after it hits the ground, with speed you wouldn't have expected from such a grotesque, misshapen hunk of meat. It leaps off the ground, its arms reaching for whatever they can get their hands on.

				All you do it hold your sword out in front, and the demon, unable to correct its course, runs itself through on it. Its body slides down half the length of the sword before getting stuck, though not fully dead. Its head screams out in agony as the blood pools around the wound. From there, it's a simple matter to flick it off your sword, tossing it onto the side.

				[i] "Finish it...FINISH IT! GIVE ME ITS BLOOD!"

				*choice
					#I will savor this...
						*set altor +10
						How many times have the positions been reversed? Too many to count.

						To them, humans are the prey. Pathetic creatures, mortal and fragile. Too many times they use that as their excuse. Their survival of the fittest philosophy that allows them to convince themselves that their existence is justified.

						They never truly get to learn pain. Until you...

						The beast digs in its heels and attempts to grab at your legs, but it cannot muster up even the weakest strength to pull you down. Without a proper jaw, it's unable to open its mouth wide enough to chew at anything.

						[i] "Enough with the fanfare! Feed me its blood!"

						Grinning to yourself, you relish lifting your blade and stabbing it straight downward. The demon gives a satisfying, anguished shriek that fills the empty air as you retract the blade and plunge it back down, again and again.

						"Now you know our pain. Now you become mortal."
						*page_break Next
						*goto lb3
					#Kill it cleanly
						*set altor +10
						There's a certain principle when fighting the legions of hell. A rule that anyone who wants to attempt it must abide by. 

						When you have an opportunity to kill your opponent, take it. Don't be fancy, don't be poetic, don't do what feels good. In the words of an old comrade: 'Don't fuck around.' Kill it and be done with it, or it will not hesitate to do the same to you.

						You bring your greatsword down on its head without a second thought. The demon the demon shrieks as your blade crashes through its mess of a body, ending its pitiful existence at last.
						*page_break Next
						*goto lb3

*label lb3
*comment Survived demon battle with humans
With the last demon finally dead, the air becomes eerily quiet. No more sounds echo through the moonlit night other than the sound of your own labored breathing.

*if (((leftarm >3) or (rightarm >3)) or ((rightleg >3) or (leftleg >3)))
	*if (leftarm >0)
		*set altor -5
	*if (rightarm >0)
		*set altor -5
	*if (leftleg >0)
		*set altor -5
	*if (rightleg >0)
		*set altor -5
	[i] "You got pretty reckless out there. Losing bodyparts again," the echoes ring through my battered head, "Go on then, pull yourself together. I'll do the rest."

	You know the routine by now. Placing your limbs in place, the armor slowly begins repair itself, encasing you once again inside and forcing you body back into one messy piece.

"L-Lady Knight...are you okay?" One of the villagers comes running to your side. A young man by the look of him, cannot have more than ten years on him.
*if (head >1)
	*set altor -10
	He recoils when you turn to him, and unsurprising. Parts of your helmet were peeled away during the battle, revealing what laid beneath. 

	Once you had been called a great beauty, but the Convergence took that away, like it took everything else. Your body has suffered. By now, it's less a solid form, and more like the stitched together masses of flesh such as those of the demons you recently slaughtered. While not obvious from the outside, your armor is all that really keeps that body together, holding the bits of flesh in piece and allowing you to move. That becomes obvious in the moments after battles, usually after taking enough punishment to add more scars to the collection, where your armor is damaged. In the moments before Altor regenerates, any onlookers get a sight of the corpse that your body has become.

	[i] "Maybe if you'd waited a bit, you might have been able to preserve whatever idealized image the poor boy had in his head. He he he..." Altor's echoes are heard only by you, "Now hold still. I don't like being broken apart, I'd like to do this quickly." As it speaks, the fragments of your helmet slowly mend themselves together and recover your head.

	The villagers seem unsure of how to react to seeing the true form of their savior. Most likely they think you're a demon, just like the ones you killed. Though you're not sure what you are can still be considered human, you can still say with certainty that you will never be [i]that.

	"Uhm, we...thank you...L-Lady Knight," the boy stutters, "If your...wounds need tending..."
*set head 0
*set rightleg 0
*set leftleg 0
*set rightarm 0
*set leftarm 0
*label lb5
*choice
	*disable_reuse #How many did we lose?
		*set altor -1
		The boy becomes somber. 
		*if (humans =8)
			"Two, including my father." He looks over to the chewed apart corpses, and you recognize the old man who had been leading the group.
		*if (humans =7)
			"Three, including my father." He looks over to the chewed apart corpses, and you recognize the old man who had been leading the group.
		*if (humans =6)
			"Four, including my father." He looks over to the chewed apart corpses, and you recognize the old man who had been leading the group.

			"They got Alyssia, too." Another man says, staring down at a woman's torn apart remains. "Damn it all, I promised her father...damn them."
		*if (humans =5)
			"Five, including my father." He looks over to the chewed apart corpses, and you recognize the old man who had been leading the group.

			"They got Alyssia, too." Another man says, staring down at a woman's torn apart remains. "Damn it all, I promised her father...damn them."

		"So many of us," A woman who had hidden in the carriage sobs, "What are we supposed to do now..."
		*goto lb5
	*disable_reuse #Do they know where the demons came from?
		*set altor -1
		Demons don't appear from thin air, at least these kinds don't. There must be a source.

		"It could be..." The boy sighs. "No. It must be. The reason we were fleeing our village...the demon that's been torturing us, claimed that we were now its property. It killed so many of us, took women to...God, I don't even want to know where. If it knew we were trying to leave...it wouldn't have let that go."

		"We should just go back," on of the villagers says. "Perhaps if we surrender, it won't punish us as bad..."

		"That wouldn't do any good," You tell them.

		"And how would you know?"

		"Demons don't forgive. Ever." You explain, "It's not in their nature. Your best chance is to flee."

		"But if we flee, it will pursue! You said so yourself!"

		"It won't be getting the chance."

		The boy nods. "If you're really going to fight that beast...then God be with you."

		[i] "He he he he he..."
		*goto lb5
	*disable_reuse #Offer a word of encouragement
		But what can you say to people who have suffered as they have, in a world that is literally Hell on Earth?
		*choice
			#Inspire them to survive
				*set altor -1
				"Look around you," You say to the survivors, gesturing to their surroundings, to the corpses of their fallen, and to those of their former predators, "Notice anything?"

				"...Everything's dead. This world is dead."

				"That's right. Everything, but not you. You faced demons, and you're still alive. Each and every one of you is a survivor now. You're not men, you're not women, you're not young and you're not old, you're not strong and you're not weak. You're [i]alive.[/i] As long as you have that, you'll find a way."

				The boy's face takes on a look of grim determination, "You're right on that front...I couldn't do anything here, but as long as I'm alive, I can become stronger. Like you. I swear to God, I'll never let another human die in your sight again."
				*goto lb5
			#Promise revenge
				*set altor -1
				"Look around you," You say to the survivors, gesturing to their surroundings, to the corpses of their fallen, and to those of their former predators, "Notice anything?"

				"...Everything's dead. This world is dead."

				"That's right. Everything. And you know who did it. Most of you don't remember it, it's just stories of an ancient age to you, but there was once a time when these monsters were locked away, far away from our realm. When Hell and Earth were separate. But the bastards weren't content with that, they wanted a piece of our world, and took it by force. They're the ones who killed our world. But there's a catch to that," you pick up a scattered bit of demon corpse and toss it in front of you, "They die too. Follow this path, and you'll be taken to a city, one of the few human refuges that still stand. They do it, because they've learned to harness demon weapons, weapons that can hurt their cursed kind. Go there, and then decide; are you a prey, or hunter?"

				The boy's face takes on a look of grim determination, "That's a good a reason to live as any, I suppose. I'll get these people to safety, then...then we can start thinking bout revenge."
				*goto lb5
			#On second thought, maybe it's better to not say anything
				They'll need to find their own strength.
				*goto lb5
	#Time to go
		With a nod to the survivors, you turn and continue on your way. Away from the corpses, and back on your own path.

		A path, with new prey at the end of it.
		*page_break Hours later
		*goto_scene 2-village

*label lb6
A greatsword appears in your right hand, its black sheen mirroring your armor, as well as the bright red runes burned into its blade. The name of the demon who created it as well as its history, written in its own language. With it in hand, you let out a monstrous roar as you charge forward.

The demon you chose currently has its mouth over a human's foot as said human screams in agony, the blade he was holding now stuck in the mess of flesh and muscle, slowly sinking in and adding to its body. In its other hand is another unfortunate soul who attempted to save his friend. Blood sprays out of its mouthy orifice, splashing onto the two humans.

Your first strike lifts the demon into the air, hanging off of your greatsword. It lets out a screech from its human-shaped head that attracts the attention of the other three, who drop their meals and come charging straight for you. The humans that your prey was holding are also dropped, at least by the hands. The original victim still hangs helplessly by his foot, dangling from the abomination's mouth.

*choice
	*if (cannotkillhumans =false) #Throw the demon at its friends
		*set humans -1
		*set altor +10
		With your sword already extended upwards, it is only a matter of bringing it down toward the other charging hellspawns. The demon and its prey slide off your blade and fly through the air. The collision stops two of them in their tracks, toppling them helplessly on the ground. Though the fourth one continues to charge.

		It leaps at you, its arms ready to take latch of whatever it can. However, with it alone, it is an easy matter to predict its movements. The moment it reaches the right distance, your blade is moving, slashing upward across the beast and cutting it vertically in two, both sides flying beside you.

		The three remaining demons continue to flail on the ground, trying to pick themselves up. The man who was trapped before now lies motionless on the side, finally detached from its predator. The demon that you stabbed is less focused on getting up as it is trying to hold itself together as its insides threaten to spill outwards.
		*choice
			#Wait for them
				A few moments pass before the two manage to put themselves back on their feet. They are charging as soon as they can. One leaps into the air as the other one did, its arms reaching hungrily. The other remains close to the ground, aimed at your feet, likely attempting to knock you off of them, or perhaps it is just reaching wildly for whatever it thinks it can get its hands on.
				*choice
					#Kill the top one
						*set rightleg +2
						*set leftleg +2
						You slice as you did before, upward and cutting at the airborne one. However, as you do so, you feel a claw wrap around your leg and pull you off balance, interrupting your cut and preventing you from going straight down the middle. Instead, your blade rips through the beast's left side, taking an arm and a leg, as it tumbles onto the ground.

						You tumble as well, knocked onto your back, looking down you see the demon's mouth wrapped around your leg, biting into the armor that is holding your flesh together. As soon as you notice that, you see the first wounded demon, apparently having found its courage, bite onto the other leg, leaving both pinned.

						Above, you spot through your peripheral vision the third demon recovering from its fall and descending on your head, ready to strike.
						*choice
							#Free my legs
								*set altor +10
								*set head +2
								*set rightleg +1
								As you direct your focus, your greatsword disappears.

								[i] "You might find this a bit more useful..."

								As it echoes, a smaller blade appears in your hand, one more suited for close quarters. You don't argue, and immediately begin hacking away at the demons latching onto your legs. Your blade cuts right through the ambiguously human head that protrudes out of the left demon's torso, dismembering it from the core. The rest of the body slumps to the side.

								Before you can celebrate, you feel a demon's mouth bite around your head. You can't see anything, other than the fleshy insides of the beast. Down below, you still feel teeth nipping at your right foot.
								*choice
									#Free my other leg
										*set head +1
										[i] "What are you doing?! You fool!"

										You ignore the echoes and stab blindly downward, feeling the recoil as your blade strikes flesh, you eventually stop feeling the nibbling at your heels.

										However, the moment you become aware of that, you feel blades pierce through your helmet. They cut apart your neck, severing it from the body and taking your head deeper into the beast's stomach. Without your head, your body slumps lifelessly.

										The demons feast well tonight.
										*choice
											#It won't...end...like...this...
												*goto lb1
											#The end
												Thank you for playing!
												*finish
									#Protect my head
										*set altor +20
										*set rightleg +1
										You stab wildly upward, feeling the recoils shake through your arm as you make contact with flesh, until eventually the teeth around your neck stop moving. You hear the sound of a screech, muffled by the body around your head.

										At the same time as the demon at your head dies, you feel the teeth at your feet rip through your armor and devour the mangled remains of withered flesh and bones underneath. You have long since lost the feeling of pain, but can still feel it when your foot becomes disconnected from the rest of your body. As the demon rips away its prize, you no longer feel anything nipping at your legs.

										Reaching up, you push the corpse at your head away and get a clear sight. The wounded demon at your leg holds it prize dangling from its mouth. Your right leg. As it chews, its arms continue to grab as you, holding your other leg and parts of your hips in a tight grip.

										You lift your blade and slice horizontally, cutting its head from the rest of the body, causing it to limp helplessly to the side. Resting in peace, at last.
										*page_break Next
										*goto lb3
							#Protect my head
								*set altor +10
								*set rightleg +1
								*set leftleg +2
								*comment lost left leg
								They're just legs. Your head, though, is something you can't live without.

								All it takes is you holding your sword upward. The demon rams itself against the blade, letting the brimstone blade slide down its body. The demon lets out one final screech before tumbling helplessly, its life, or whatever excuse it had for life, extinguished.

								On the other side of your body, however, you still see the beasts biting at your heels. One finally tears all the way through your armor and bites into what pathetic remains of a leg you have, ripping your left leg from the whole and falling back, its prize firmly in its teeth.
								*choice
									#Free my remaining leg
										*set altor +20
										Your left leg is lost. You can still save your right though.

										As you direct your focus, your greatsword disappears.

										[i] "You might find this a bit more useful..."

										As it echoes, a smaller blade appears in your hand, one more suited for close quarters. You don't argue, and immediately begin hacking at the demon latched onto your right leg. Your blade cuts right through the ambiguously human head that protrudes out of the right demon's torso, dismembering it from the core. The rest of the body slumps to the side.

										The demon on the left screams at its ally's demise, but the body continues to bite at its meal. It seems the two aren't entirely the same creature, at the very least they seem to have different minds.

										This is to your benefit, as there is nothing stopping you from finishing it as you did the other one. You lift your blade and slice horizontally, cutting its head from the rest of the body, causing it to limp helplessly to the side. Resting in peace, at last.
										*page_break Next
										*goto lb3
									#Kill the left demon
										*set altor +20
										*set rightleg +1
										*comment lost right leg
										It took your leg. That requires punishment.

										As you direct your focus, your greatsword disappears.

										[i] "You might find this a bit more useful..."

										As it echoes, a smaller blade appears in your hand, one more suited for close quarters. You don't argue, and immediately begin hacking at the demon latched onto your right leg. Your blade cuts right through the ambiguously human head that protrudes out of the left demon's torso, dismembering it from the core. The rest of the body slumps to the side.

										The demon on the right screams at its ally's demise, but the body continues to bite at its meal. It seems the two aren't entirely the same creature, at the very least they seem to have different minds.

										This isn't entirely to your benefit. In the span of a few heartbeats, your right leg also becomes severed from your body, now dangling from the beast's mouth and biting at its prize hungrily. While this has the negative effect of leaving you without anything to walk on, it does at least leave the hellspawn unwilling to defend itself. You lift your blade and slice horizontally, cutting its head from the rest of the body, causing it to limp helplessly to the side. Resting in peace, at last.
										*page_break Next
										*goto lb3
					#Kill the bottom one
						*set altor +20
						You spin in order to build up enough force, timing it just right so that your arc collides against the charging demon, cutting it in half horizontally in a bloody mess that dirties your blade and armor. Your blade continues to move from the momentum long after its target has been obliterated, landing to the side with a destructive crash. From your lowered position, the leaping demon flies right above your head and lands on the other side of you.

						Not letting a second waste, you lift your blade off the ground. It flies over your head, and once there, all you do is let gravity carry it down onto the demon's head, crushing the hellspawn under its weight. It shrieks as the brimstone blade rips through the tendons and decaying flesh, crashing on the ground underneath it.

						Your ears perk up as you hear screeching from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you see the first demon you attacked still trying to keep itself together as it hobbles away toward the forest.

						[i] "Finish it...FINISH IT! GIVE ME ITS BLOOD!"

						*choice
							#I will savor this...
								*set altor +10
								How many times have the positions been reversed? Too many to count.

								To them, humans are the prey. Pathetic creatures, mortal and fragile. Too many times they use that as their excuse. Their survival of the fittest philosophy that allows them to convince themselves that their existence is justified.

								They never truly get to learn pain. Until you...

								The beast redoubles its efforts to flee as you approach, weakly hobbling toward the forest. Even at a brisk walk you're able to keep up with minimal effort. Once you are close enough, it finally digs in its heels and grabs onto your leg, but it cannot muster up even the weakest strength to pull you down. Without a proper jaw, it's unable to open its mouth wide enough to chew at anything.

								[i] "Enough with the fanfare! Feed me its blood!"

								Grinning to yourself, you relish lifting your blade and stabbing it straight downward. The demon gives a satisfying, anguished shriek that fills the empty air as you retract the blade and plunge it back down, again and again.

								"Now you know our pain. Now you become mortal."
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
							#Kill it cleanly
								*set altor +10
								There's a certain principle when fighting the legions of hell. A rule that anyone who wants to attempt it must abide by. 

								When you have an opportunity to kill your opponent, take it. Don't be fancy, don't be poetic, don't do what feels good. In the words of an old comrade: 'Don't fuck around.' Kill it and be done with it, or it will not hesitate to do the same to you.

								You charge the creature without a thought. The demon looks back just long enough to see your blade crashing through its mess of a body, ending its pitiful existence at last.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
			#[i]Kill them!
				*set altor +20
				They're weak now, clustered together and practically begging me to kill them. With another wordless roar of pure hatred, you charge forward with your greatsword held at your side. One of the ambiguously human heads turns and shrieks at you, just as you come into range and swing your weapon horizontally, sawing two of them in half with one swift strike.

				Their upper halves fly upward as their blood rains down on you, dirtying the ground with their stench.

				Now all that remains is one last demon. The first one you attacked at the beginning, its mouth still dripping with the blood of its human prey as its head shrieks out at you.

				[i] "Finish it...FINISH IT! GIVE ME ITS BLOOD!"

				*choice
					#I will savor this...
						*set altor +10
						How many times have the positions been reversed? Too many to count.

						To them, humans are the prey. Pathetic creatures, mortal and fragile. Too many times they use that as their excuse. Their survival of the fittest philosophy that allows them to convince themselves that their existence is justified.

						They never truly get to learn pain. Until you...

						The beast digs in its heels and attempts to grab at your legs, but it cannot muster up even the weakest strength to pull you down. Without a proper jaw, it's unable to open its mouth wide enough to chew at anything.

						[i] "Enough with the fanfare! Feed me its blood!"

						Grinning to yourself, you relish lifting your blade and stabbing it straight downward. The demon gives a satisfying, anguished shriek that fills the empty air as you retract the blade and plunge it back down, again and again.

						"Now you know our pain. Now you become mortal."
						*page_break Next
						*goto lb3
					#Kill it cleanly
						*set altor +10
						There's a certain principle when fighting the legions of hell. A rule that anyone who wants to attempt it must abide by. 

						When you have an opportunity to kill your opponent, take it. Don't be fancy, don't be poetic, don't do what feels good. In the words of an old comrade: 'Don't fuck around.' Kill it and be done with it, or it will not hesitate to do the same to you.

						You bring your greatsword down on its head without a second thought. The demon the demon shrieks as your blade crashes through its mess of a body, ending its pitiful existence at last.
						*page_break Next
						*goto lb3
	#Finish off the demon to save the human, then focus on the others
		*set savehuman true
		*set altor +10
		*set leftarm +2
		*set rightarm +2
		It's tricky getting the demon down without harming the human. You go against instinct and gently bring the sword down to ground level before retracting your blade. Once that is done, you raise your blade again and bring it down on the demon, ending its pitiful existence and releasing its teeth from around the human's foot, allowing him to crawl away to safety.

		Your celebration is short lived. Before you can even turn, you feel arms grabbing at your limbs and forcing you to the ground. The next thing you know, there are teeth biting into the armor around both your arms, while the third walks around the two and moves slowly toward your head, as if mocking you. Even once you force yourself to your knees, you still can't pry your arms out of the jaws of the demons on both sides of you. Your hands are trapped.
		*choice
			#I can lift a greatsword with one arm, I can lift a demon this size
				*set altor +10
				Your voice sounds as brutal and animalistic as the demons as you muster up all the strength in your right arm and lift the offending creature offf the ground, kicking and screaming. Once it reaches the top of its arc, it comes crashing down ontop of the demon at your left arm with an audible crash, both shrieking in pain.

				The one in front of you no longer has a clear sight on your head, but its arms continue to grab at you, keeping you pinned in place. With another roar, you swing the demon on your arom horizontally, crashing against its side and sending it flying away from you. Finally the demon on your right arm can no longer keep its hold, and the two tumble off together.

				With your right arm finally free, you're able to reclaim your greatsword. The demon's head screams in reaction to the unfortunate turn of events, but the body continues to bite at its meal. It seems the two aren't entirely the same creature, at the very least they seem to have different minds.

				This is to your benefit, as there is nothing stopping you from finishing it here and now. You lift your blade up and stab downward, thrusting through the head and through the torso and colliding against the ground.

				*page_break Next
				You look down on the gauntlets that cover your disfigured arms. They're damaged and starting to break apart, but the fingers still bend enough to wield a weapon. That's all you really need at the moment.

				Your quick field assessment is interrupted by the sound of a human scream. Turning your head, you see one of the beasts has decided to avoid confront the great threat and is instead focusing their attention one of the human women. It already has it firmly in place in its unbreakable grip.

				Before you can do anything, your vision is cut off by the other demon leaping through the air directly towards your head.
				*choice
					*if (cannotkillhumans =false) 
						#Kill the leaping demon
							*set altor +20
							*set savewoman false
							*set humans -1
							With your arms badly damaged, the only force you can muster is that of momentum as you lift your greatsword over your head and bring it down with the force of gravity, cutting off the demon's leap and crashing its two halves on the ground in a collision that appears more like an explosion.

							Looking ahead, you see the woman's head disappeared inside the demon's mouth, its feet no longer kicking. While it focuses on that meal, it is vulnerable.

							You charge forward with your blade at your side. The demon's ambiguously human head shrieks as you approach, but the body ignores it. To your benefit, as it does nothing when your blade cuts horizontally across, sending the top half flying against the tree as its tainted blood paints the ground.
							*page_break Next
							*goto lb3
					#Save the human
						*set savewoman true
						*set altor +10
						*set head +2
						Ducking under the leaping demon, you feel its claws sink into your shoulders and around your neck as it hangs off of your back. The human has far greater problems at the moment, though. You charge forward with your blade at your side. The demon's ambiguously human head shrieks as you approach, but the body ignores it. To your benefit, as it does nothing when your blade cuts horizontally across, sending the top half flying against the tree as its tainted blood paints the ground.

						Not a moment to be pleased with yourself, however. A moment later, the world goes dark. You feel the creature's mouth biting around your head and chewing at armor around your neck. As you attempt to raise your blade, however, you feel its claws around your wrist, keeping your sword arm unable to move. Its grip tightens, twisting your hand and knocking the blade from your grip.
						*choice
							#Smash the beast on the ground
								*set head +1
								It is as simple as directing a headbutt to the dirty patch. The beast screeched in agony against the tremendous force, but refuses to let go of its prize.

								As the teeth tear away at your armor, you begin to feel its razors against your flesh. Suddenly the beast lets out another scream, and the teeth relent. Any movement in the demon ceases, its grip relaxes, and you are finally able to throw the bastard off.

								When you're finally able to catch your breath, you see what finally felled the beast. There in front of you, you see one of the humans, holding your brimstone greatsword and a fearful expression. It's clear he's having difficulty lifting it, but the stains of the demon's blood prove his deed.

								"H-Here..." He hesitatingly offers the blade to you, its immense weight breaking his attempt and causing it to fall forward, himself unable to hold it any longer. You catch it before it hits the ground.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
							#Summon a new blade in your left
								*set altor +10
								As you think it, you feel the new brimstone blade in your left. Without a thought, you stab upward blindly with it, the blade coming right by your head within the mass of flash, relishing in the anguished scream as the demon is impaled on it.

								Blood flows into the hollow mouth, pooling around your head and threatening to drown you. With the beast finally dead and no longer holding on with its unbreakable grip, you are easily able to peel it off.

								On the ground, you're finally able to get a good look at it. You can see the wound left where your sword traveled through it, breaking through the bottom and exiting the cluster of sown together meat right through the appendage mimicking a human head.
								*page_break Next
								*goto lb3
							#Pry it off
								*set head +1
								You reach up and force your arms into the mouth, pulling against the teeth even as they cut through your arms and dig into your hands, ripping away at your bones.

								Just as it looks like you're making progress, your hands give out. The monster's teeth cut straight through them, digging once more into your neck, breaking apart the armor until it is grinding away at nothing but your human flesh. Digging deeper until your head suffers the same fate as your hands, and is swallowed up and absorbed by the mass. As your body lies cold on the ground, the beast continues on, devouring you piece by piece.

								The demons feast well tonight.
								*choice
									#It won't...end...like...this...
										*goto lb1
									#The end
										Thank you for playing!
										*finish
			#They don't have my feet. I can still kick
				*set rightleg +2
				*set leftarm +2
				*set rightarm +2
				You kick your legs out forward, your heavy metal boot leaving an indent in the mass of flesh and blood. As you do, however, its misshapen hand takes hold of your leg, pulling it into its toothy orifice.

				Just as that registers, however, you feel the pain of razor teeth ripping through the armor of your gauntlets and grinding into your flesh. The demons that took possession of your arms cut through your bones as if they were butter, separating them from your body. Their hands lash out at your body, pinning you down by your head and torso even as their mouths continue to digest their prizes.

				No matter how hard you struggle against the force of their arms, without any leverage you can barely get off the ground. Eventually, fed up with the resistance, one lifts up its arm and grabs hold of your helmet, lifting and smashing it against the ground, your head rattles within the invincible walls of the armor's helm, causing blunt force trauma as your skull crashes against its protection.

				Your brain turned to mush, your body can no longer offer any resistance as the demons tear apart your remains, devouring you piece by piece.

				The demons feast well tonight.
				*choice
					#It won't...end...like...this...
						*goto lb1
					#The end
						Thank you for playing!
						*finish