The vampire stepped forward, into the crack it had opened in reality itself. A strange purple rift, an object of infinite possibilities. The pathway to finding out who she really was, and where she really came from. And perhaps even to tracking down her mysterious father. And even though she had been warned to remain here, and even with the horrors of the day's battles fresh in her mind, she could not help but imagine what she could do in the wider reaches of reality. She was no longer needed here, her people were safe. And she had never had much here besides her duty, their terrible conditions prevented such luxuries as love and friendship. It was a surprisingly easy decision to abandoned everything she had ever known, and step into a realm where anything was possible.
The first thing that struck her was the heat. The terrible, burning heat, as if she had stuck her face into a campfire. Her skin burned, her hair burned, her entire body was in agony. A lifetime of frozen wastelands had made her extremely resistant to cold, but she had no precedence for the temperatures that were the norm in Ozzy's realm. It was only because her screams fitted in so perfectly with the background choir that she was not immediately noticed and devoured by demons.
Crawling away into a relatively cool crevice, Alice began transforming her body, altering it to be better suited to the superheated environment. A chitinous shield that blocked out the rays, and could not catch fire, and the deactivation of her own body heat. Like some strange cross between a reptile and an insect, with both an internal and external skeleton, formed from layered pentagonal carbon. A modification of one of her toughest combat form, most suited for braving the heat. Still it made her uncomfortable, and she was ill at ease among the pools of liquid metal and rock. But no longer did it harm her.
Next was to find some frame of reference. She could hear screams, hundreds of them, indicating that somewhere some form of torture was being performed. She struggled towards that location, as much out of curiosity as out of some heroic notion. What she found was beyond her wildest dreams, a scene of such horrendous mutilation that it could not be put to words. The damned, ripped to pieces and put back together again, their skin torn from them only to be stapeled back on. It was a sickening panorama, ripped straight from a nightmare.
Raised by a pragmatic people, under constant threat of annihilation, Alice only had one real response to this otherworldly horror. She jumped down, screeching, large bladed claws extending from her hands. She tore into the surprised demons, who had not expected to be challenged here on their home turf. Blades, claws and fireballs bounced off her exoskeleton, a second pair of arms assisting in her slaughter. Her legs morphed into thoe of a cricket, launching her across the battlefield at high speeds. Like a vicious, animalistic blur of blades she tore across the scene, slaughtering those whom's existence she could not accept.
Had the rest of Hell not been busy protecting Ozzy, she might have been swarmed by the demon hordes. But as it was, the torture demons barely stood a chance against her tireless assault.
