Dead Delta

Blackshot rushed across the whitewashed corridor; a katana on his right hand and a Walther PPK pistol on the other. His instinct immediately kicked in, driven with adrenaline as he turned at a black circular cavity that had opened itself on his left. A young maiden with grey skin and red eyes crawled out. Her face was covered with hair and her mouth was stretched open, farther than the Human jaw would allow. It was yelling something incoherent while crawling out of the "portal". Blackshot raised the handgun at its face in a pointblank range. Squeezing the trigger thrice, he watched as the Hellspawn fell to the ground, curling in a fetal position.
	He looked farther ahead, towards the red door. Three more portals appeared and the same instances started to crawl out of it. Each of them faced Blackshot and began crawling with extreme speed. Blackshot capped two of them with three shots on the forehead each. The last one came to a close; Blackshot raised his sword and sliced the skull of the Hellspawn in half. He glanced back, attention caught by the sound of whispering and wet matter. When he saw the same entities pouring from behind, he decided to sprint across the hallway. His superhuman speed had let him reach the red door quickly. He stopped and turned, facing the entities crawling towards him.
	Using the remaining faith and courage he has, he raised his pistol and sword while ignoring the muffled sound behind the door. He opened fire at the nearest one and then decapitated the next. Three more pistol shots escape from his gun, killing another Hellspawn. The swing of his sword was punctuated by a wet splash of blood, smearing itself on the whitewashed wall. He fired four more, killing another instance and three more shots finally emptied his gun.
	He pushed the magazine release and slapped another one before firing at another Hellspawn. The last one leapt at him. Blackshot impaled its chest before it could pin him on the ground. As the Hellspawn began fading away, Blackshot noticed that the maiden that had attacked him has an angelic face. He spit at it as it burns away completely. Some of the Hellspawns not slain by his blade laid on the ground, bleeding.
	Finally turning to the door, the muffled screams were getting loud and louder. He took a deep breath as he raised an armored boot from the ground and kicked the door open. The auditorium was empty but when he looked up, it was a sickening sight.
	Thousands of hands can be seen on the roof of the auditorium. Six bodies (and maybe a hundred more) was buried in the  sea of hands. They were the missing students of the school that he was trying to find. They were restrained by the hand, muffling them and even masturbating them. Blackshot's mind screamed. He was a Protectorate, created to fight unspeakable horrors of Hell, but he was fighting an anomaly caused by them. He was not equipped with a strong will to deal with them.
	After all, he was still Human despite of the Angelic genes imprinted on his DNA.
	"Ready to die?" Something, a hoarse voice, asked. Blackshot searched for the owner of the voice but when a cluster of hands suddenly materializes from the floor, it assembled into something gargantuan. It has a face and a body consistent to that of a musclebound humanoid. The students above him were crying both in despair and orgasm. The gargantuan figure raised its left hand and more of its brethren rose; an exact copy of the other. They now outnumber him. The hands above has somewhat parted from the main cluster, revealing hundreds of students in the same predicament as the missing six. They were all moaning in fear and active libido.
	"Lord," Blackshot muttered. "Save me from the mental torment of this battle." He prayed. "But I shall sacrifice my sanity for the sake of these children." He raised his weapons, ready to fight. The High School students squirmed but couldn't escape. Blackshot glanced at them, then down at the gargantuan. "Hozzoch, you're dead after I'm done with your pets!"
	He charged at the nearest cluster of hands with his pistol blazing in muzzle flashes.