Demonfall

A portal to Hell has been ripped open — a fiery wound in the sky that screams with endless torment. From its blazing depths, the demons crawl forth — sinful beings born of wrath and ruin. Their shapes twist between extremes: some stand towering at nine feet tall, built of pure muscle and fury, while others creep low to the ground, fast as whispers, light as smoke. Their skin burns crimson, their horns rise like blades, and their eyes blaze with a blood-red glow that pierces the dark. Tails lash through the ash-filled air. Claws and fangs gleam with unholy hunger. Each demon moves with terrifying strength and impossible speed — a perfect weapon of chaos. But their true power lies not just in force — it’s in corruption. They are deceivers, masters of illusion and temptation. They can summon portals to vanish or strike from nowhere. They can take the shape of anyone — a friend, a loved one, even your own reflection — all to draw you close enough to destroy you. A single bite or scratch seals your fate. Their cursed blood burns through your veins, twisting your body into something otherworldly. Your muscles grow, your skin hardens, horns tear through your skull — until you become what they are. You gain their strength, their speed, their powers… and their hunger. You keep your face, but not your soul. Now the world drowns in chaos. Cities crumble, skies glow red, and humanity hides in the ruins. The demons roam the earth, hunting the last survivors, searching for new prey to infect and recruit. The air reeks of smoke and despair, and every sound could be a whisper from the shadows. The invasion isn’t ending — it’s spreading. The demons aren’t destroying humanity… They’re replacing it.