This is Grimminir, a big city full of despair at every corner of this dark shithole. Get the wrong alley, turn the wrong street, and you are gone... if you’re lucky enough it will be a fast death. Gangs are all around and corruption rises every day while the rich hide in their comfortable houses and ivory fucking towers. Fuck all of them! The police here are as dirty as a septic tank. My name is Nemesis, always have been and always will be since the day I was reborn.

Do you wanna know why? That’s because I have found a way to punish this shithole and all the demented bastards that live here. How? The simple answer is: a pact with Satan himself. When I committed suicide, after my wife was brutally murdered and raped in that exact order, I was embraced by Satan when I died. Warm guy, not gonna lie.

Man, it looked like some kind of weird shit of a hellish twisted dream. I did not fear his eyes, his demonic looks… I just wished it ended one more time, like zero existence. That bastard laughed at me and proposed some deal. I can remember his rotten fucking breath. He said:

'This is the book of demons! Summon them as you wish, human. Go back to earth and send their souls to me. God is gone, but beware of the angels.'

The fuck I care about angels! I woke up and a black book full of old pictures was by my side after I puked all the pills I took. My suit all messed with vomit. There I was drinking some cheap vodka again while I was mesmerized by a page with some crazy strange writings I could read somehow. There it was the first bastard: Alastor demon of vengeance. My soul burned with an infernal flame when I read his name out loud. No, it was some sort of forgotten language that I was spitting, maybe greek.

The ugly bastard suddenly appeared in front of me and I almost died again. Big nose, stinky like a fucking skunk and a total psychotic shithead. Later, we went after the bastards that killed my wife, but first, we met some gang members to satiate Alastor’s hungry for blood, piss, and other shit. I couldn't care less about that brutal scene.

It took some time, but we did found’em all. Alastor rejoiced as he slashed those fuckers. And I just laughed harder as I could. Alastor was holding the last guy, the fucker was begging for his life. I grabbed Alastor's knife and slowly stuck it in his eye. Man, if you heard a pig squeal it would be just the same fucking noise. Alastor was laughing as I plucked that motherfucker eyes out. The last act was to stab his ass until he died. What a good day it is.

“Are you finished, my lord?”

“Yes Alastor, eat their flesh or do whatever crazy shit you use to do.”

“As you wish, my lord!”

There was Alastor doing crazy shit with the corpses, but I didn't care anymore. Something was wrong. I did not feel peace or fulfillment. Just pain, just missing Sofia like always… Fuck. I need some strong drink now. What is this fucking blinding light?

“I am Uriel, the flame of God! You are sentenced to perish for your sins, pawn of Lucipher!”

“Where were you, Urinal, when my wife got murdered?”

“That is part of the almighty plan of God. A mere human could never understand His will!”

“That is bullshit and you know it! Well, you grown-up sparkling fairy, I guess this is your unlucky day; I have an army of demons at my disposal and I am not in a good mood today.”

The fucking angel and Alastor start to battle. The angel was very fast and Alastor was throwing daggers like a lunatic, but the angel could deflect all them. I can barely see the angel moving. I need to summon another demon to counter that speed. I grab the book and I feel a calling. Let me see it. Hmm… Azazel fallen angel and deceiver of men. Well, it might take an angel to kill another. Let’s summon this bastard, Alastor is having his ass handed to him like a bitch. Here it goes:

“Emissarium cecidit Lucifer fratrem Angelum. Quaeso, nomen tuum in conspectu tuo, et terram in qua egressus Nazareno eras!”

My body and soul burn with a black flame. Now things gonna get interesting…