It would seem that I have beat the system. My mask covers my face from the apocalyptic demons lining the rocky crag, but I think that they know me anyway. They fear me. I have power here, but I don't want it. I want out. I will get out if I have to kill Satan, or whichever devil controls this place. And, I suppose, that's where I'm going. A black demon swoops down into my path, and I unsheath the sword.
"You're in the way," I say.
"Go no further" the demon says.
"No, I think I will." and I slash at his calf. He drops to one knee, then I jump up and slash his throat. he falls over, bleeding.