Mason rose in the pit of fire, living again, but far from being truly alive. Taking a second to get his bearing, he scanned the area before looking down at his hands in awe. "So, this is hell..." He remarked, looking at the cracking and scorching landscape before him, looking up he saw nothing but downward facing spikes. "Maybe I can bring some honor to our name down here.." He said quietly, placing a hand on his father's dog tags, he wasn't trying to waste time dwelling on afterlife. The young soldier made his way through the isle of damned souls, climbing over hills and crossing pits of flame. "This isn't my usual walk in the park..." He said to himself, placing his hand on a rock face as he caught his breath, inhaling the humid air. 

Off in the distance, Mason could see two figures gaining on him, he made out a humanoid shape but the body's natural was all off. He could see that the skin was dirt stained, whoever it was must have frozen to death by the way their complexion was. The figure looked wounded, limping toward him, he could faintly hear it saying something. It was a male, his clothes tattered and ripped, blood and dirt smeared on his body, the source of blood coming from two wounds in his shoulder, each one oozing dark, tar colored blood. The closer the strange male got, the more uncomfortable Mason had gotten, subconsciously reaching for his handgun only to realize he didn't have it. He walked in an arc across the arid plains, seeing the stranger take the same course unnerved him. "Excuse me, I require assistance..." A shrill voice spoke, Mason immediately turned around, back away from the reaching grotesque, clawed hand of the male. Mason's backing up seemed to offend the male, within the same instant he leapt toward him, sinking his sharp teeth into the soldier's arm. Claws dug into his shoulder blades, carving deep into his flesh. Even if he did survive this he'd fear that blood loss or poisoning would kill him now. "Get off of me!" He shouted, struggling to get the thing off of him. He could do one or two things, risk tearing its head away or do things his way. "Fuck it..." Mason said under a pained breath, bringing his left fist into the kidney of the attacker, then his right into the man's side in successful combination. Over and over he kept fighting, striking at the ribs and kidneys, the moment the man let go Mason was mortified. Realization hit harder than it ever should have, that man wasn't a man, he was far less than that, a pure native to hell, a demon. 

Mason's look of horror and shock shifted one of malice, his shoulder wound oozed and bubbled slightly, like it was having a bad reaction with his body, his was in immense pain but could think of nothing more than to kill his enemy. A powerful front kick to the chest pushed the hell-spawn back, allowing Mason to advance, following up with a right cross and a haymaker, ducking down and sweeping the demon off its feet, his hands wrapped tight around its legs before slamming the creature down with all his strength. Standing over the dazed being, Mason drove his knee into its chest, he began throwing hammerfist strikes repeatedly, throwing in jabs and elbow strikes, bloodying the demon even more than it already had been. He wasn't going to stop, not until this demon was dead, about fifteen minutes into the pummeling, the demon collapsed, possibly from death. "Well, that's over..." He huffed, the pool of blood made that obvious, he continued to go about his business, walking toward the small inlet of a cavern. "No light, great..." He said to himself, looking at the black void, who knew what was in there, no matter what it was, he'd fight as hard as he could against it.