The sky was dyed black.
And the earth was torn apart.
From the gaping fissures, an endless horde of demons and hellspawn poured forth.
Twisted and grotesque beings, filled with an unrelenting hatred and fury toward the living and anything created with goodness.
Between the sundered land and the blackened sky, a crimson moon rose, casting its glow upon three figures.
A grotesque woman, painfully thin, her eyes brimming with paranoid jealousy.
A muscular man, his body forged of steel, his face crafted from brass.
