“Dear diary, 

People say that the world didn’t come to an end yesterday. But, after midnight, things altered.

A malevolent evil rose up in every place that Man called civilised. An abyssal militia came forth, slaughtering all they found. I waded through the lakes of viscera left in their wake, and knew it was time to show my own colours.

The wounded innocents; the hiding children; the sleeping babies; they were all my prey. I perpetrated acts which made me delight at my own depravity. I felt emancipated.  

And then I awoke in my bed.

I was back in Hell.”