Yours for a billion

Fire and brimstone reigned supreme that day. The artillery and bodies alike fell like they were water of a waterfall, the sky swelling it up with a rain of bullets. The soldiers bled and bled, but nobody responded, for bloodshed upon Terra was common, and nobody listened, for the injured, sick, and dead were too many. The rage of all, from mere human infantry with a gun and a knife to the darkest exterminator with a smite of fire, went away. Only sorrow. Only death.

The daemons were victorious and the mighty fortress of Holy Jerusalem fell. The mutant sinners had been too strong, even for the Holy Army of Adam, and so they had slaughtered men, women, and children alike. Noting was safe. Nothing was to live. Nothing was not to fall for the corruption of the hivemind. They ravaged the holy murals upon the fortress, bastardised the icons, and burned the scripts, yet no flame of rage was to be lit on that day.

The troops sat, as the murky water mixed with their brethren gushed down from the sabotaged flow regulation valves. Nobody spoke a word. The stale air was filled with sadness, pain, and suffering. Bullets lied dormant at the bottom of the sewage treatment tank, as even they accepted a slow, painful death and the Holy Judgement at the end of life. Still, nobody spoke a word. Only grunting and heavy breathing.

Adam, staring upon an old journal, could not take any more of this. He stood up from his tent, stepping up on a high platform of gun cases. Every single person turned their heads to him, as he prepared to speak.

'''I know that these have not been easy times, for me, for the Dux, for us all. We lost family and friends alike to the demons. You have fought tooth and nail. Gave it your all, and I respect that. Yet, sometimes, the enemy is too strong. But those times, the enemy is strong because we didn't truly give it our all. Yes, I want you to walk back into the hellfire beyond that door. But as you stand proud against the Demons there, I want you to think that if you sacrifice your life, it might save a billion. And as I have always said: "The most ambitious of goals require the greatest sacrifices." Maybe death is inevitable, but remember, yours for a billion. So go out there, and kick some ass!'''

The fire was reignited. The troops that once stood in the filth of the sewage treatment plant of Adam's Fortress now stood as a proud bulwark for humanity. On that day, they showed that no sin is too great, no herecy is too strong. They showed that, trough belief, praise, and prayer, anything is possible. The waterfall turned around, as all the pain, not only of that day, but many before, rained down upon the Demons in a fiery, white-hot rage.

And as Adam and his men walked down the corridor to his office, trough the sea of bodies, blood, and bloat acid, the traitors feared and cowered for their lives, for God was not to be on their side. The mural upon the wall, was to be changed, for this was not the final battle against sin, but an important one. And as they walked, the light of the burning red of the setting sun, lit up the words that described existence.

'''"Man was not to be blighted by Adam and Eve's sin, for they rose from mere shadows into a bright, pulsing star to praise Him, the one and truly only creator. For thousands of years mankind has praised, those foolish enough to sin undergoing rightful and divine punishment, for He would open the golden gates of Eden to the faithful, leaving the rest to eternally suffer in the depths of Hell, as daemons slowly consumed their soul. Man was always to fight temptation, to fight sin, as He told upon the day of Creation, as the entire existence came to be from His holy might. The demons came and went, for Man was to strong for their temptation, for Man was imbued with holy might to purge and strike them down with righteous fire. For the last century, mankind has entered a new age of sin, to later come the Anthromorph Daemons. As this went on, a man forwent his humanly needs and trough holy steel and righteous fire he became ascended. The Hand of Adam came to be and so did the crusaders once again, for they had risen as needed to fight the unholy horde. Those who tasted the bite of his sword were to fear him, and those who tasted the strength of his shield were to praise him. Do not fear, brothers, for he will bring salvation through God's might."'''

As the gate was opened. The traitors revealed themselves. One furred beast and one feathered fiend stood before Adam and his troops. Their swords were to clash, and the battle began. The rest was to be nothing but a blur in the greater scheme, nothing but a picosecond upon the existential plane of time, yet that single moment had the importance of the entirety of what had come before it. Men and bullets fell alike. As the forces of the holy and the unholy clashed. And upon the crack of dawn, Adam, with all his power, would smite down the Traitor Kranky and put his reign of terror to an end.