Viraskas's rage knew no bounds. He sought to break Marcus's spirit, employing a forbidden spell to summon Marcus's family to the battlefield.
The spell tore through the fabric of reality, ripping Marcus's loved ones from their home.
Marcus's wife, Elara, and their five children – three sons, Ryker, Kael, and Arin, and two daughters, Aria and Lirien – stood bewildered amidst the chaos.
Viraskas's voice dripped with malice. "My sons, take revenge for your mother's death."
Val, Jasper, and Warcry descended upon Marcus's family, their eyes blazing with fury.
Ryker, the eldest son, fell first. Val's claws ripped through his chest, his screams echoing as he died.
Kael, the middle son, attempted to defend his sisters. Jasper's sword sliced through his defenses, beheading him.
Arin, the youngest son, trembled before Warcry. The demon's dark magic incinerated the child, his ashes scattered across the battlefield.
Aria and Lirien, the daughters, clung to their mother. Val and Jasper tore them apart, their screams silenced by brutal slashes.
Elara, witnessing her children's demise, lost her sanity. Warcry's claws ripped through her torso, her body crumpling beside her children.
Marcus's rage was boundless. He slaughtered demons by the score, his sword slicing through their ranks.
"I will kill you all!" he roared.
The war intensified, brutality mounting on both sides.
Demons and humans clashed, their cries echoing across the battle-scarred landscape.
Cities burned, landscapes scorched, and rivers ran red with blood.
As the war entered its fourth year, the world teetered on the brink of collapse.
Viraskas's powers grew, his forbidden spells unleashing unholy terrors upon humanity.
Marcus's determination hardened, his sword arm strengthened by vengeance.
The demonic trio – Val, Jasper, and Warcry – led the charge, their bond forged in blood and sorrow.