The world burned in a fiery inferno as demons rampaged through the cities, plunging humanity into despair. Marc watched the chaos from his living room. The impending apocalypse didn't worry him. On the contrary, he chose to spend his last day in a way that expressed his deepest fears and his anger at his family.
With a pistol in his hand and wearing a worn leather jacket, Marc climbed into his Ford Mustang and sped through the burning streets. Finally, he arrived in front of the family home, which served as a last refuge amidst the chaos. The building, once a symbol of the family, was now marked by the horrors of the apocalypse and the impending bloodshed.
When Marc entered the house, he found the kitchen already in a terrible state. Blood spattered everywhere, rising from the floor and walls. His father lay on the floor, covered in blood, his screams echoing through the kitchen. "Marc, why are you doing this?" the father pleaded upon hearing his son's cruel actions.
"You tortured me and left me alone," Marc declared coldly. "Now the time has come for you to suffer for all this." Marc drew a machete from his belt and began brutally torturing his father. He cut deep into his father's hands and legs, blood flowing freely and staining the walls. His father's screams grew louder as Marc dug the blade into his flesh. The kitchen soon turned into a bloody battlefield, becoming even more gruesome with each wound Marc inflicted. Finally, his father's life ended in a state of utter exhaustion and blood loss.
Marc then turned to his siblings. He found his sister in a bathroom enveloped in clouds of steam. She had just taken a bath and was listening to music on her headphones. The room was filled with steam and the tranquil atmosphere of the bath—a sharp contrast to the chaos Marc had left behind.
Marc quietly crept to the edge of the tub and grabbed his sister's long hair. With a brutal tug, he pulled her head under the water. The tub began to turn red as the blood from her scalp mixed with the water. Her movements became desperate and wild as the pressure of the water took her breath away. Marc continued to hold her head underwater until she finally suffocated. The water was now heavily stained with red, and the room was filled with the sound of the steady splashing and the bloody streaks of her last desperate movements.
After reveling in his sister's murder, Marc sought out the other siblings. His youngest sister was in the living room, resting in an armchair. Marc pulled her from her seat, giving in to her fear and screams. He grabbed a kitchen knife and began brutally stabbing her. The knife pierced her skin, and blood sprayed in all directions as she screamed for help. Marc enjoyed the agony he inflicted on her, and the screams were soon drowned out by the dark sounds of the world outside.
Then he found his little brother hiding in a room flooded with the rubble of the house. Marc grabbed him and pulled him out of hiding. The little brother began to cry and plead for his life. Marc pulled him into the kitchen, where he grabbed a toaster, which he quickly took from the cupboard. With a cruel smile, he placed the toaster on the floor, and as the little brother tried to resist, Marc turned it on. The little brother was shocked by an electric shock, knocking him to the floor. The child's screams mingled with the crackling sound of the toaster.
Finally, Marc found his mother, who had desperately hidden in a room. Her screams were bone-chilling as Marc entered the room. The floor was already soaked with blood, and the atmosphere was filled with fear and despair.
Marc began to rip out his mother's nails with pliers. The gruesome sound of the nails peeling from the fingertips filled the room as the blood flowed. Marc enjoyed the torture, prolonging the pain with each movement of the pliers. After his mother's screams faded to whimpers and then silence, Marc ended his mother's life in a state of utter exhaustion.
As Marc left the house and stood on the street, already dominated by flames and the chaos of the demons, he found an eerie calm. The sky burned red, and the world crumbled into a fiery inferno. The ground was littered with debris and the blood of the victims. Marc had pursued his revenge to its uttermost consequence and now stood in the midst of final destruction.
The last day had ended, and Marc watched the world go up in flames. The apocalypse had given him the freedom he had always sought, and the destruction it had unleashed was the final testament to his path to the abyss.