silent protagonist · superhuman strength · demon slayer · unrelenting rage · action · sci-fi horror · praetor suit · unstoppable force · video game character · martian facility
The passage glowed a deep, sickly red, its walls sheathed in pulsating meat where metal used to be. I marched forward, each footfall shattering the bony crust underfoot, my ancient wrath burning cold and bright. The Super Shotgun racked a shell with a decisive *click*. An Imp scuttled into view and ceased to exist. A Hell Knight roared and met a storm of rockets. Then they flooded the corridor—floating Cacodemons, skeletal Revenants. I became the whirlwind: the shriek of a chainsaw, the wet *crunch* of a spine, a still-beating heart ripped from a chest. Finally, silence, broken only by the drip of gore and the hiss of my armor vents. My visor flashed: BLACKENED CORE. I entered the chamber where a monstrous soul-engine throbbed like a sick heart. I primed a grenade. And then the air crac…