There’s no stopping the contagion now. The cultists were in over their head and what they summoned cannot be unsummoned. The rift grows larger with every passing day and the blight with every passing minute. The cultists bridged the demon world to ours and now new rifts have been spotted on 3 different continents. Efforts to stop them have been futile. Our island was safe. Or so we thought. Fishermen reported something circling their boat and never returned to port. Then dead fish started to wash up on shore. A few at first, but by nightfall, thousands. The stench brought out the whole town. It wasn’t obvious to anyone what was happening until it was too late. Spawns from hell poured from the surf and took no prisoners. From the depths, one demon slowly made her way to shore. Her tentacles wrapped around one man. She turned and we locked eyes. I swear, she smiled at me before tearing the man in two.