You fall.
And fall.
You struggle to maybe master gravity’s pull over yourself, but it resists you.
You angle yourself to bring yourself to the edge. After many long minutes where an unholy wind fights against you, you collide against the wall, hard.
You are alone, and the gates are very, very far away now. Even now you can see circling demons fly through the air towards your position, and crawling monsters inch down over the wall. It would take days to make it back.
You will not give up.
A leering face bursts through the wall behind you, snapping at you with its contorted jaws. You smash it with your fist, sending ichor raining around you as it explodes. A horde of mongrels, twisted beasts of a hundred different varieties all blending together, rush at you, attempting to push you off the ledge and back into the pit. You hack and hew, your blade slicing through them like a hot knife through butter, but their sheer mass threatens to force you back. You eventually give up on the sword and just punch and throw them back, each punch and throw’s energy rippling through the mass.
You realize that the horde is unlikely to end, and you begin to leap up and scramble along the walls of the shaft. Arms emerge from the walls and try to drag you down, but you tear yourself from their grasp. Flying demons Harry you from the skies, shooting barbed arrows into your flesh. You throw them back with lethal precision, repaying each wound in kind.
As you climb images flash into your mind
A horde of demons scale the walls. Ranks of brave warriors hold the walls for a time. But great monsters and machines break their lines.
You viciously stab your blade into a grotesque monstrosity. It squeals and falls into the pit, taking your sword with it. A great insect creature with a hundred legs looms over you, razor sharp legs lunging at you.
The wizard curses as a great explosion wipes out the demons caught in the blast, sending a mushroom cloud of dust into the air. The surviving forces make an orderly retreat, lead by the elvish Princess. The Orc Warlord holds the rearguard. You see the princess blazing a path, her face set and hair flying behind her as she cuts a way through.
Armored gauntlets plunge into the creatures thorax. A cry of anger tears at your throat as your rip the creature’s chest apart and tear out its heart. You call your sword back, your hand outreached.
Forged in Heaven, Stolen by Hell, it now only obeys the King of Man. It burns free of the corpse and flies like a comet back to its master.
The wizard teleports to the Princess, and after a short argument, he teleports her and a nearby group of warriors away. The elvish sages soon follow suit. The wizard returns in haste, teleporting as many as he can before the demons overwhelm them. The remaining champions stand firm. Their escape cut off by a swarm, they close ranks and raise their weapons with a cry. You see hundreds of your warriors fight and die.
You launch yourself at a huge black dragon. It’s fire burns you, and it’s talons squeal as they rip through your armor. You don’t care. You force it upwards, to the gate, yanking back it head with a roar.
It flies for awhile before it explodes, turning into an expanding ball of Fire flinging you back down the pit. You descend further than when you started.
Mother stands there, helpless as you see your demonic fist smash into your mam. You watch her body tumble down the hill to the sound of broken bone. It then repeats. And repeats.
You rise. Fury unmatched, you tear your way through thousands until you stand before the gates. You run, the ground collapsing desperately as they try to stop you from reaching the gate. It is so close-
The gates disappear. And you fall once more. Laughter rings through the pit as you fall once more. You only narrow your gaze as you fall.
Your rage is not quenched yet.
What do you Become?
A. Conquerer of Hell:
Your strength is absolute, and this shifting infinite hellscape WILL BEND to your will. Gain control over your local surroundings, controlling the environment and gravity. Will be able to form gates. Will be able to lead an invasion of hell and claim ground, gaining the ability to form a kingdom in Hell. Will shift your drain from your followers and subjects to the Abyss itself, as long as you spend the majority of your time in the Abyss.
B. The Guardian Tyrant King
The culmination of your path thus far. If strength is the measure of a ruler, none could oppose you. Nothing will keep you from your world. Instantly teleports you back to your world, and gains the ability to shut down any gates. Your authority is absolute over all inhabitants of the world, and you can choose if and who you drain from, possibly killing anyone in range in mere seconds. You will not be able to leave the world, however, bound to it as it’s eternal Guardian.
C.Avatar of Destruction:
You are currently restrained by your physical limitations. No more.
D. Something else? (Must be approved by me(unlikely), can look to past level up possibilities for inspiration, should be on a similar power level to A and B.)
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