[ WP ] CERN is trying to open a portal to hell . Only they 're not trying to summon a demon to Earth . They 're trying to create a bridgehead for the human invasion of Hell .

The portal was complete and they needed someone to send through it, so I'volunteered', technically I did n't, but it's better than saying'I was forced into it because I'm a felon convicted of mass murder and I have someone I care too much about to let them send her instead'. See how much better it is to say I volunteered. So here I am, standing in front of a portal to hell. Literally hell, not figuratively or metaphorically, but literally. Right, about now you're probably asking yourself, who the fuck is this guy? Well, that's easy I'm Dante, Dante Reznik or as the news and the police liked to call me `` Dante the Butcher'', helpful that my last name means'Butcher' in Czech and Slovak, made it real easy for them. 
 
 The radio crackled `` Oi, Dante, this is n't a cruise, get your ass in gear. The portal wo n't stay open forever.'' 
 
 `` Shut up Jim, I hear ya. I'm going, just... give me a second, this thing is fucking scary.'' 
 
 The portal was a mess of wires and piping, none of it made any real sense to me, but I guess it does n't have to. The most disturbing part of it all is the symbols etched into the metal frame. They seem almost alive as if they're squirming around, trying to free themselves from their metallic confines. I take the time to check my gear for the fifth time since stepping out of the armoury. I go through the list of weapons and gear in my head. SIG Sauer P226, check. Knife, check. Backup knife, check. Backup SIG, check. AK-47, check. Spas 12, check. Spare mags, check. Body armour, check. Comms, check. Spare underwear, socks and a diaper, check. Yeah, I think I'm about as ready as I'm going to get. This shit is gon na suck, but you do what you got ta do for those you care about. Hell, I'm Dante the motherfucking Butcher, I ai n't scared of Demons, at least, I do n't think I am. Not entirely sure on that one. Ah, fuck it. Let's go! 
 
 I step up to the portal and reach my hand out, barely skimming the surface with my fingers, energy crackles and zaps my fingers. I pull my hand back and check my hand, the fingertips of my glove is burnt off but the skin underneath is fine. Okay, this shit is officially fucked. `` Hey Jim, tell her I love her, okay?'' I wait a second, but there's no reply. I hit the button on the radio again but I'm just greeted by static. Great. Guess the proximity to the portal fucked my radio. It does n't matter much I guess, she already knows how I feel. I turn around, putting my back to the portal and look up at the control room. I raise my hand in a two-fingered salute, while lowering my hand back down I flip them all the bird, then fall back into, well, Hell.
