Setting
A nightmarish land that it is heavily based on the Mayans and perhaps Hell itself. When people die, their souls will end up in Hell, but to get out of there, they must escape all the way to Hellborne Valley.
"Here's a quick target practice." The Thug Leader summoned a low ranked Shoe Demon, "This guy's been slacking off for too long! Give him--
"RRRAAAAAAGGHHHHHH!!!" Karasz unleashes the power of the Hellborne Blade and swings his cursed blade across the peon. The body parts explode into gory bits and pieces, "...This is even better."
"Aw, it likes you!" says Shu. "So it's binding itself to you!"
"He's... from Haven, right?" Thug Leader asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, whaddya know Shu? He loves carnage already!"
"Well," she said. "This is certainly a change of scenery!"
"HI THERE!" shouted Thurston. "Welcome to hell! Enjoy the buffet!"
"Oh, I feel quite welcome!" said Viv. "Thanks ever so much!"
Viv tries to hug Thurston... who flies out of the way quickly.
"HEY!" shouted Thurston. "No touching!"
"Really?" asked Viv. "You look huggable..."
"And ESPECIALLY no hugging!" chided Thurston. "I have a condition which YOU certainly aren't going to help with!"
"... And that's why you wear a bathrobe?" asked Viv.
"I wear a bathrobe because it's airy," said Thurston. "And to keep people from touching me with their filthy unwashed hands!"
"Oh, mine are plenty washed!" said Viv, holding up one of her... nubs, I guess.
Unfortunately the nub is oozing some odd purple substance, which Thurston looks at warily.
"Oh, don't worry about this," said Viv. "Just leaking Pecha Berry extract. Harmless, I assure you!"
"Hey, welcome back." Leilanie greeted, then she saw his new sword, "Wait, did Shu actually gave you a new sword?"
"..."
"Karasz? You feeling okay?"
I'm fine. Just get yourself ready for the raid. I'm already prepared for anything for a reason."
"Reason?"
"I must kill Inspector Crane. He screwed with the wrong swordsman this time." Karasz glared at Leilanie, "And I'm not going to let him live."
"Wait- WHAT? You better be joking, man. You got framed, remember?"
"All bets are off when Haven is taking things too far. I'm willing to kill the inspector myself, and I don't want anyone to take my kill away. His head will be mine."
'I don't believe this... You're just gonna throw your heroic title just for that?" Leilanie is starting to feel less sympathetic for Karasz, "You're crazy."
"Crazy is such a mere word. Revengeful is better."
...
Meanwhile, Thurston is washing his hands in a river of lava, singing a song to himself to drown out Viv trying to assure him that all the poisons now leaking through his body are strictly beneficial.
Leilanie just stood there as Karasz walks away. She does not feel too comfortable about his behavior. If he wanted to be a hero, why did he have the mind to kill somebody? What could be worse is that he will be addicted to murder.
"He has darkness in his heart," said Estrella. "If it is not tempered with love innocent people are going to die."
She probably could have come up with a better opening than that but she wasn't too good at small talk.
She wasn't good at exits, either.
The sound of cracking earth becomes audible as a half-melted metal arm suddenly bursts through the ground, quickly grabbing onto one of Leilanie's legs. As can be guessed from the fact that it was previously submerged in magma and is now glowing an intense orange, this would probably hurt Leilanie quite a lot if she wasn't already dead. Of course, the same cannot be said of her energy, which is slowly starting to drain away the instant the hand makes contact with her ankle.
As this happens, a greatly disfigured, yet vaguely familiar masked head pulls itself up from the new pool of bubbling lava, the slits that previously indicated the creature's mouth area having been partially melted open, forming a grotesque, jagged maw that quickly contorts into a sickening grin the moment it sees Leilanie. The beady white eyes seem to have remained untouched, still glowing with a hollow brightness even amidst flaring clouds of miasma.
"Well hello there," cooed Garrison, his voice seeming to not betray the intense hatred currently seething from his stare. "Fancy seeing you here, of all places."
"Watch what you grasp, prisoner," the false Garrison said. "One with her talents will be necessary VERY soon."
"Oh, you wound me, truly! I was just trying to get the lady's attention, I can assure you," replied Garrison. "We've met before, you see, so I was curious to know the details behind how she ended up here."