Prologue

He ran through the streets, he quickly checked behind him to make sure they were still following, he didn’t really have to look, you could hear their calls for miles. He dived through a nearby window and quickly pulled out his modified Desert Eagle. The first few made it through the window minus most of their head, but he was out of ammo before they were out of corpses.

Quickly discarding the pistols he drew his axe and sword and prepared for the onslaught. They weren’t thinking, they couldn’t, instead they hurled themselves at him with their teeth gnashing. He managed to take out the first three or four relatively easily, but the more that came, the more fatigued he would be. Abruptly, their numbers stopped.

Jack had survived.

They seemed to be looking to something else, he couldn’t immediately see what was going on, but it looked like it was raining, then he realized why they had stopped. The Templars he had met earlier had told him that they were enacting “The Burn”, slowly transforming earth into the hell they came from. It wasn’t raining water, it was raining blood and they were too busy getting a free meal to worry about him.

He quickly picked up his pistols and reloaded them, and remained vigilant.

Chapter 1

The rain poured on the window panes like a torrent of lost souls. Jack would not have been surprised if it had been lost souls given the events of the past few weeks. He knew it wasn’t rain though, rain isn’t red.

He looked about the empty room he’d found shelter in the day before. So far his presence had been hidden by the rain, but it would stop eventually, and then he would be back on the run again. He risked a look onto the crowded street and saw what he had expected. They were back again, drinking the blood as children did when rain fell from the clouds.

He quickly checked that he had his weapons at hand, sleeping with them so close was uncomfortable, but the other option was to be defenseless. He wondered why he really cared anymore, he wasn’t a member of some secret society, he had been retired from the SAS for the last ten years. But the Templars had been right, it was like riding a bike.

He ran through his Armory. Carrying it all around was difficult, if he had had to carry ammo it would be worse. The Templars had found him, running on the streets defending himself with a cricket bad and a Glock, and they had taught him how to fight these things.

They also explained why it was happening.

The demons have broken through many times in the history of the world. They first ruled the world when it was first formed, and they came back again during the time of the Dinosaurs. Each time they scarred the world and left when the food was gone. They had twice attacked during the age of man, the secret societies such as The Knights Templar and the Freemasons had been set up to combat the demons.

The Crusades were actually undertaken to fight back the minions of Hell, as was the charring of London in the great fire to wipe out the Plague. The London fires of 1666 were really a demonic invasion, pushed back by the Templars, long since in hiding after the charring of their power, a clever deception of their own creation to allow them to continue their work without worrying about the politics of the outside world.

Apparently though, as people found out about more technology, and became to believe in reason over secrecy, the membership within their societies dwindled. Now, four hundred years later, the demons attacked again, and we weren’t ready for them…

The Templars which remained however, knew how to fight them, the knew about magic. They didn’t describe it as magic, to them it was faith, something they had been brought up to use and understand. For him, he had a tingling belief, he had been Christian since birth, but never actually started to ask about the big questions. Of course, knowing made you believe a whole lot more.

They taught him enough to use his faith as his ammo and his shield, and the longer he used it, and the longer he concentrated, the greater it became. A few times he had come close to death since he had left the Templars, but the old saying of “What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger” had held true.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped again. Jack geared up for round two.


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Ok, thats the Prologue and the First chapter, obviously i'm getting impatient for the release of the game, and i'm probably taking a bit of authors licence with the abilities etc...
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but what I own, right now thats not Hellgate: London or anythign directly affiliated with it, except this story... I hope to come across a copy under my pillow one day, but i'm not entirely sure what the Hellgate: London fairy wants in exchange.