"WAKE UP!" screamed the voice inside her head. She recognized it... The Huntress, that strange woman who helped with her Evolution. This realization regarding the voice proved fleeting.
As the terrible rider's blood-red eyes landed on Vicky, a strange feeling took over her heart. It consumed her, the need to destroy, to kill, to slaughter and maim. She felt the need to fight, exterminate any resistance against her will.
She wanted; needed to conquer; to claim what was rightfully hers; to rule over the world as its heir. Vicky felt the call of battle, of struggle, of bloodshed… Of War…
The red horse neighed on the hill, and its rider took off towards the city. Within his wake came the uncontrollable slaughter.
Around Vicky demons battled demons, angels slayed angels, and humans, the final survivors, began fighting amongst themselves.
