The first thing I felt was soft ground below me, good news and bad news. Good because the area would be simpler to navigate, bad because the ground would be treacherous and I would be much more likely to trip.

The second thing I felt was the heat on the back of my suit, almost like sunlight. Obviously that was impossible since Hell had no sun, all the light was provided by pillars of flaming flesh and Hell magic.

The third thing I felt was something cold and sharp poking into my shoulder. I smiled under my helmet, none of the larger demons would bother using tools to attempt holding me down and any smaller demons would be easy enough to deal with.

I slowly rose to my feet while keeping my arms at the ready and was delighted to see that the metal moved with me instead of running me through, probably because they were scared of me. No Hell spawned wretch would ever attempt to fight me in one on one combat. There had to be more around.

What was that chattering sound? Knowing Hell's general motif, probably some kind of poor human sacrifice that had had its face mutilated and its lips cut off or something. Doesn't matter, if they had succumbed to Hell, it would be a kindness to end them.

I opened my eyes ready to start the bloodbath again, nothing prepared me to see the tiny cartoonish horse holding a spear in its wing! Wait... its wing? Doesn't matter, it was still a danger to me and nothing would stop me from killing them all.

I evaluated the horse in front of me as I started to plan. The horse was snow white with a blue mane and tail, its wings were indeed feathered and looked as though they grew from its side as naturally as arms. The armor it was dressed in looked to be made of gold. Why would armor be made of gold? So weak. The only purpose for it would be for ceremonial purposes. Perfect, I had came back near some kind of important demon.

I listened closely to the creatures moving, it seemed that there could have been no more than four of them, counting the one holding its spear to my neck. I took a deep breath, in the next thirty seconds these four horse demons would be nothing more than carrion for their brothers.

Faster than the demons could react, I dove forward at the one ahead of me, kicked it in the face as I rolled to my feet, yanked the spear from its grasp and stomped on its wing. It wasn't dead yet but I could remedy that after I had dealt with the others.

The one that previously had its spear dug into my neck looked identical to the one lying on the ground at my feet, though the other two were different. They looked physically similar to the previous one except neither had wings and one of them had a horn protruding from its forehead.

The second one with wings looked too shocked at the moment to react so I ran the spear through its throat before yanking it as hard as I could. To my brief amusement, I ripped the demon’s head from its body. By this point, the other two were acting. The one with neither horn nor wings grasped the spear in its hoof and attempted to stab me with it.

The look on its face as its spear shattered on my armor was priceless. Never before have I seen a demon look so scared as that moment and only that moment, as I whipped the spear around and smashed the head impaled on it into the demon. Both heads exploded into nice and appreciable splatters of blood, bone and brain.

That left only the horned demon , I turned my gaze upon it and saw it's horn glowing. In other times and places, glowing is good, but anytime a Hellspawn glows its a bad thing because it almost always means they are going to throw fireballs at me or shoot plasma at me. With no other options obvious to me, I darted my hand out and grabbed its horn intending on ripping it from the creature.

Imagine my surprise when the tiny indicator on the hud of my suit indicated that my suit's Argent reserves were increasing. After less than a second, not only did my argent reserves pass the 100% marker but I heard the tiny tinny voice of VEGA in my ear.

POWER RESERVES AT FULL CHARGE. VEGA BOOT SEQUENCE INITIATED. POWER RESERVES INSUFFICIENT FOR OPTIMUM PROCESSING POWER. VEGA PROCESSING ABILITIES SCALED BACK 99.98%

I was suddenly extremely glad that I had backed VEGA up before I blew him up. Having something else to watch my back would be beyond great and he could even provide help when I required or desired it, like right now.

I used the neural interface in my suit to ask him "VEGA, where in the hell am I and what the hell kind of demons are these little horse things"

"Analyzing..." several minutes passed with no sound from VEGA while I entertained myself by lifting the demon into the air and squeezing its horn and enjoying its whimpers. The horns on these ones seemed to be extremely weak as evidenced when I squeezed it a little hard and there was a small crack before the demon shrieked. "We are not located in Hell. Current data seems to suggest that the tether operation failed to send you to the target location with a lack of Argent Energy to power the triangulator and as such…”

Somewhere in between 'current' and 'data' I stopped listening as I stared at the demon hanging in front of me. I brought it closer to me to look at it before she - yes, definitely a she, that was definitely piss and a male wouldn't piss from there - started crying. Much as my bloodlust might want me to tear the horn from her head and use it to eviscerate her, I couldn't. I lowered her to the ground where she immediately rushed to her final comrade. Her horn started glowing lightly but it seemed that i had drawn most of her energy from her and she would be incapable of helping the other.

I stooped down to examine the still unconscious one. It looked like my demonic steel boots had shattered its muzzle like glass and the bones in the wing looked to be nothing but dust. I contemplated snapping its neck but i couldn't, I really couldn't. If we got it to a hospital somewhere, they might be able to fix it.

I attempted to scoop it up in my arms but the female flared her horn at me. I dipped my hand into a nearby puddle of blood and drew a red cross on my chest. To my surprise the female's horn sputtered out and she backed away from the fallen one.

Before she could change her mind, I scooped it up and gave a quick glance around. There, a few miles away, a small town. I set off at a rather fast pace towards the town and to my surprise, the female easily kept pace with me, though considering that they were little equines, I should have expected that.

Author's Note

Thank you to Aaron We again and I still think you are sevenofeleven

I hope that the start to my story isn't TOO bad.