The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Vestus Konstotte: CXL

Failure: CXL

"Calm down." Vestus whispered softly at the growling bearded devil. Tightening his grip around the cultist's head. Blood trickled down his wrist and arm when he pulled up the body bashing the poor fella into the wall. Scarlet liquid, skull shards, and pieces of brain painted the stone surface like a painted canvas. A narrow spear glinted past his face, Vestus swatted it aside. "Placed you at the door cause they wanted security huh? Well.. This cult has something else coming." He shoved his foot into the green monster's chest. It was tall cactus colored and ugly, with long tendrils spitting out of hits chin. With his foot against its ribs he began compressing bone and sinew against the wooden frame before punching the creature into the door behind it. Splintering the entrance apart.

*CRBASHTOOM*

The door flew off its hinges sailing into a cross-shaped building. Light flooded his eyes, consuming his body with a soft heat emanating from the room.

"Lets go big boy!" Adleth yelled jumping on his shoulder. Vestus grinned, they barreled into the room Vaelle on his left and the elf on his back. The stones were wet and muddy under his feet, sticking to his shoes like jam. At the rooms center Vestus could see numerous dead cultist bodies, they were engulfed in small fires or still actively burning. Riu was flying in the air, and Markos was clanging steel with some figure.

The bearded devil flew across the room and into a far off wall splattering into guts and gore. With a large grin Vestus raised his axe, its red glow illuminated the previous hallways, however now it simply dripped with blood. For a fleeting second the room's occupants stopped fighting, staring at his entrance.

*Vree-RBASHTOOM* the door to his left flew off its hinges exposing a clearly pissed-off Herod. The boy was uninjured and radiated with a power he had never witnessed before. Vestus clenched his fist turning back to the room of panicked fighters.

"I'm only going to ask you this once, you sons of bitches." He growled in a voice similar to a bear. A stray cultist ran at him waving a knife with terrible accuracy, he ignored how young the poor thing looked. No. He swung his axe tearing at the boy's skull cleaving it in two, he didn't let his momentum stop. Instead the red hot blade seared the sides of the body like a hot knife through bread. Blood sprayed everywhere soaking his grey clothes. Adleth hopped off his shoulder engaging more oncoming attackers. All eyes were on him. He pulled one cultist's guts out of its stomach and threw them around another yanking the cord tight to choke the sorry man to death. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON!? Where. Is Estral Ever'reiyn?!" His voice bellowed into the halls snuffing out a few previously lit braziers. The cultist in his left hand gasped and begged for air, he tightened the entrails even harder snapping its neck. He received no answer, and the fighting continued once again. Dropping the boy on his left Vestus scoffed. "Fine. Then you are all guilty."

The room was chaos, cultists crawled by two-finger hands, small minor-looking demons were being thrown around in a whirlwind created by fighters. The sounds could only be described as Hades itself, brought to the surface in service of damnation. Vestus clenched his axe in anger, no one knew? Fine! He ran forth shoving the nearest individual into the tall grey stone walls splattering their innards over it. Body, mind, and spirit. Blinded by smoke and with the uncomfortable sensation of the ritual runes glowing around him Vestus charged at the biggest ugliest thing he could find in the room. There were three-spined devils floating near the ceiling. One seemed to be engaging Markos, another Riu, the last was having its shit kicked in by Herod. Vestus grabbed a tiefling cultist, she couldn't be much older than thirty. By the horns he pulled her over his head beating her against the ground listening to the sound of cracking bones and murdered flesh. One of the spined devils was swooping down, its wings casting a shadow over the fire-lit battlefield heading straight at Alekzandr. So who was next?