HELLBOUND - Damien Thorn
Damien had fought bravely, and with little to no hesitation, with steeled determination. They were going to win this. They had to win this. If this battle was lost, it would be over. For everyone. He had used every fighting technique both armed and unarmed, every trick up his sleeve, any tactic to get an upper hand. He'd even used his dark, dangerous abilities too that he often utilized on hunts.. or when he needed to blow off steam in an unpopulated, unknown location once in a while. Only now, more so. Felt kind of liberating to give into that part of himself. But not completely, he still held on to the knowledge of which side he was on. No need for any full-on chaos, only for the enemy. It had been very engaging. Had gotten some damage to himself several times but he'd come back to fight back yet again.
It was over now. Or so he thought. He almost couldn't believe it. For a moment, he had doubts. But they had won. He'd survived, thankfully. But who had not? There would be casualties. He's suspected it. He only wished it wasn't his friends close to him, from the Manor or elsewhere, or anyone he had known since he first was brought here. But then, right now, he felt something open under him. "What?! No, what, just wait a-" He had to know. Opening up underneath, should be clear what was below. Hell. Was it the Cage? That damn prison meant for Lucifer. And now he was falling into it. And not alone. It wasn't that he thought he didn't deserve it. He knew what he used to be. He'd hoped that the good things he did here would have helped him make amends, to change that path, to change himself. But he supposed he would always be.. what he was. Even though he picked another side, the good guys. But considering his origins, going to Hell couldn't be so much a surprise. He had no illusions about going Up, of that much he was sure.
But what of those left behind? At least he left behind some things for those in the manor, just in case he hadn't survived. He was often the sort who'd understand a need for backups, precautions, for contingencies. He wasn't alone in this, he thought as he began to fall, wondering how many others were falling. Him going to Hell, he could get that, even if he disagreed with it now, but others? There were good people. Unless this was an accident. Was it? Or was this suspected by higher ups but kept secret? Not that it mattered by this point. Nothing could stop it now. He yelled out once again, regretful that he didn't do more or say any long goodbyes. Falling down into the infernal Hell Cage, and soon all was black, all darkness around him.