Warning! Graphic! Not for the weak hearted, weak stomached, or children. Will contain adult themes! You’ve been warned… PwANight@Yahoo.com 

	The story is a myth. A theory. A legend. It’s rumored all through out hell. The one they called Night. Him and his family were the most famous among the creatures of that realm. Sure they weren’t in any books, but if you went there it was almost impossible to go a day without hearing someone say the names. Well say them if you could… which usually included either a tongue of a foot long or longer, or to have your tongue ripped out completely. It all started many years before the births…

	The young woman screamed at her husband over and over again. She would always yell. Mainly cause he never listened. It was a very poor relationship to be in. He stopped listening when she cheated on him with his brother, who was then off communications. After coming home from a bar, which mainly cause they both had short and very unwell paying jobs they would get drunk afterwards, she happened to hear some formilliar sounds from their bedroom. Her purse dropped as she caught her husband in bed with another woman, screwing her anally. She burst to tears and ran to the kitchen. The man didn’t mind it much, for it was mainly for revenge. After they were done with eachother, the woman left, and the husband walked into the kitchen. He made one last mistake for his lifetime by announcing aloud 
	“Hurts. Doesn’t it?”
	With that she grabbed an enlarged carving knife left in the sink to be cleaned, twisted on her heal, and drove it into his kidney. He screamed as she drove it upward into his lungs. With a natural instinct, he drew his hand back, slapped her, his hand grabbing a near by butcher knife, and driving it into her arm. As she started to relentlessly stab at his chest, he swiped the butcher knife into her chest as well. She finally finished him off by slitting his throat, which by then the butcher knife was deep within her throat. They both died laying on top eachother.
	
	They both opened their eyes. He was strapped to a table cuffed down naked, and she was tied up to a wall, naked as well. Their bodies ached, and their mind swam in terror to the point they hardly even knew it. Their surroundings were of more hostility then a battlefield. The floors were made of either fire, brimstone, or cracked pavement riddled with spikes. The ceiling was almost endless seeming. It rose to the point the tallest mountain and the tallest sky scrapper could stand ontop eachother, double the height, and still have room. Yep. This was hell. Oddly enough, the whole area was encased in an enlarged ring. Each ring was a level, or circle, and each circle had it’s victims. Up on top was a dark clad man thing, a long scythe in his hands. Next to him was a creature taking polls. A small circle looking like a portal kept open, souls pouring from it to the surface. A man with a ferry carried the sinners across the molten lava ring around the rings to a small place where they would be tossed into the correct ‘circle’. Rapists on one, greed sinners on another, murderers on another, and so on. Down on the 7th circle, the sinners of Lust were. The centurians were there. They would torture the victims sexually, for they sinned with sex most likely. Both married couple were there. An elderly Incubus demon came in, licking his lips dry from the blood dripping from them. A scream echoed out, then choked down as he looked at the two. He strolled to the man on the table first. “Well well well… seems that brother sin Drip isn’t here, so I must take his place..” a sort of almost insane giggle erupted as he looked them both over. He looked at the man for a second, his razor sharp claws raking long red bloody trails down his chest. It then plunged into his chest, and ripped his heart out. “SsSsSso YoU LiKe It Up ThE AsSsSS Eh?” it asked within a deep growling purr. The man gasped as his heart kept beating in the demon’s grip, squeezing it slightly. Then it drew it’s arm back, and shoved the heart up the man’s ass. He squeaked then choked on blood, the demon’s tail going to his lips. It slipped down the mans’ throat, some chains keeping him from biting down. The blade like tail fins ran down his throat, cutting them as they passed. The demon, named Ts’rii, licked up the man’s shaft. He shuddered at the thought, then his eyes widened as it bit down, ripping his shaft free from his body. At that point, the chained man struggled against the chains, hoping to pass out or go numb, but didn’t. He remained there in torment as Ts’rii walked to the woman. He slid a claw up her vagina, wiggling it around a bit. He kept doing that till she started getting wet, which is when he growled, letting his hand push up, ramming his spike riddled hand and arm up her tunnel. Tears instantly rolled down her cheeks as the spikes popped out of her stomach. 


	After that he slid his arm out, laced in blood and a few pieces of organs. He started to ram up into her. She pleaded and cried to be killed with every thrust, but to of no avail. This kept going for months on end, a never end ‘fuck fest’ into the murdering woman. He eventually withdrew, and smiled.  She panted and preyed for the day he would stop, but this also came to soon. She felt a set of spikes ride up into her tunnel from inside, and slid out. She yelped and screamed loudly as she gave birth to a small blue furry demon. After that was a white demon that looked relatively like the negative of the first. The first was named Ch’oni, the second L’mmarun. As the second one was born, he looked back, and watched the woman die, to only be brought back to life, and killed again on an endless cycle. Young Ch’oni and L’mmarun grew up in cages watching Ts’rii do his job of raping their ‘mother’. The difference was that Ch’oni didn’t like it. It was usual for Incubus demons of hell to enjoy raping and such… but he didn’t. His brother did how ever. Soon, the blue one was released to the surface world to hunt down sinners as his brother was kept there to help with the tormenting. 

	Up on the surface, Ch’oni got the name of NightKrawler as he was usually hidden in the night shadows. He looked around, exploring the new lands at 9 years old. A soldier crept up, and bashed him in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking him out. When he arose, surgeons stood around him. The B.W.O.P.K., Berserker Watchers Of Peace Keepers, had him strapped down. He looked down and growled, seeing his chest opened from a set of hooks on the table. A few devices were stabbed into his skin, blood trailing down the table sides. A device was strapped to his loins, sucking slightly as a device was inserted up his rear. His eyes clenched tight as he squirmed uncomfortably. They read readouts from the monitoring devices shoved up into his chest and neck. A few wires hung loosely from his arms and stomach. He attempted to break the chains, but was to no luck…

	While the B.W.O.P.K. kept a clean image from the public, saying that they were "Saving The Children from These Accidents", but, they were on another intention.  They planned on harnessing the power of every Berserker, creating the ultimate army. There would be sparring rings where the Berserkers would be set into champion ship matches. Each Berserker fought another, and when one lost...it would go to a make-shift lab where it was repaired. The security of the B.W.O.P.K. was intense. 3 ft. walls of gundanium alloy, watch towers every 30 yards (90 ft.), 7 rows of razor-wire, guards monitoring every exit + entrance with plasma rifles and grenade launchers. All Berserkers were good fighters, but two stood out easily. One was a strange creature called Ll'Kazsah. He was about 7 feet tall, 4 sets of glowing red eyes, 2 legs, and kept a long wooden staff. The snarling creature was already in his berserker stage, and standing ready to slaughter ANYTHING in it's path. The other was Kurt Wagner. That's when a rusty cage opened, and a 12 year old Kurt was thrown out by armed guards. ( The fights were usually done by the best against the best, age against age, and power by power, but some tests were done on him, and Kurt's power levels were VERY VERY high for a Berserker of that age. )

	He stumbled in, looking up at the angry beast. Ll'Kazsah was about 3 ft. taller. He smirked and back handed him, sliding Kurt across the graveled arena. Kurt got up, and looked at the creature with a puzzled look, then a scared one as he realized that this was a fighting arena, that he had to fight the other Berserker in front of him, and the other wanted him dead. Kazsah smashed him in the face as he went for his fighting staff. Kurt snarled as his Berserker fluid started kicking in, back flipped, and stood ready for his next attack. Kazsah ran, and tried a swipe at Kurt's head, but he slid, then flipped up, landing on Kazsah's head, and jumped for the staff. He ran and ran, but Kazsah was faster, and eventually grabbed him from behind, putting him in a head lock. Kazsah was amused at his so called "opponent", and laughed as he thought that he won...but then was cut short of his fun. The scientist of  B.W.O.P.K. watched startled as his Berserker kicked in, and mutated him beyond usual. (The usual transformation of a Berserker was increased strength, height, speed, and little horns to form on their head.) Kurt growled as long spikes slid from his arms, legs, back, knees,  and elbows. Two long horns slid from his head, his eyes tinted red till they glew red, smoke billowed from his nose, and his body strengthened. Kazsah's eyes widened as he was engulfed in a cloudy smoke of Brimstone. All the observers and guard looked around as all that was visible was Kazsah hugging himself. 


	A loud *POOF!* rang from the skies and Kurt dropped, landed, and grabbed his staff with a smirk. Kazsah ran after, and went for a downward chop of his staff to his head, but was blocked by Kurt's twirling staff. They kept fighting with there staffs for a while, never hitting the fighter behind it. Surprisingly, Kazsah was standing out of breathe, but Kurt was standing just find, eyes glowing red. Kazsah ran, and tried to punch him, but Kurt jumped back into a shadowy wall, disappearing. One of the scientist's jaw dropped, seeing a new changing the newly developing Berserker. Kurt's eyes light up a small section of the wall, and Kazsah saw it. He powered up, and fired a large blast at the wall, crumbling the brick, and melting the steel. Kurt faded from the shadows, and stood behind him. The bigger berserker's eyes grew and glew, and fired another blast at Kurt. Kurt crossed his arms in front of his face, and absorbed the blast. A long explosion and smoke filled the arena. But when the smoke cleared, Kurt was there untouched. While Kurt stood there shocked at his current existence, Kazsah walked up stealthily and held him from behind. Kurt used his arm spikes, and stabbed Kazsah many times in the stomach area. Kazsah let go, bleeding profusely and in pain. Kurt turned around, and his eyes glew. Mysteriously, a small trail blew the smoke away on the floor from Kurt, and shot at Kazsah. He yelped as he was encased an fiery blast. Kazsah, one of there best fighter, at the age of 24, was killed by a 12 year old. The scientist knew this to be a problem, and scraped the melted parts of Kazsah off the wall, gathered the solid remains to repair the injured Berserkers, and sucked up liquid remains of him to be properly disposed of. All the gates opened, and 12 well armed guards ran out, as well as about 200 Berserkers. This is when he summoned all the power he could muster, and teleported. When he *POOF!* ’ed, it was expected for him to be a few yards from the base. But no. He was somewhere FAR from home…in fact… home hardly existed now as he performed a ‘multi-dimensional teleportation trip’…