Your Best Friend Died And Has Gone to Hell.

Take Them Back Or Die Trying.

Neither you nor your best friend is specified in any manner besides that their parents lament their death at a funeral while you deliberate on opening a portal to hell and either bargaining/fighting with Satan or simply letting it go and taking time to grieve.

Now, should you not be a super soldier, or a mech pilot, or an eldritch being who simply enjoys their human experience a lot, you can enlist the help of four different immortals, all of whom are happy to break into hell and wreak havoc.

Those four are the following:

Ðeoslaw Olbrzym

Seven feet in height exactly, skin as pale as a corpse, covered in barely perceptible but countless scars, an athletic, slightly muscular build, wild and white hair like a beast, and eyes as red as a rose. This immortal wears a pair of cargo shorts, a tank top, and a particularly favored red scarf around his lower face to hide the face that his cheeks and lips are completely gone, as with a lot of skin on his neck, chin, and jaw. Ðeoslaw was granted a form of incredible regeneration, but evidently, that regeneration came a bit too late in his life, and now his status quo is a sad state of affairs. Highly aggressive, but generally quiet. Voice sounds like it went through a blender that was on fire.

Büz Knecht

A seven and a half foot tall madwoman with grey hair reminiscent of an Oni and a build as burly as Ðeoslaw’s, maybe even more so. Büz has a more normal skin tone, but with how many scars she has, it’s hard to tell what is scar tissue and what is simply skin. Büz wears footwear seemingly made out of simply wood, sinew, and skin, the latter two materials likely from a deer, and a pair of pants that seems to be made from a bear pelt, and Büz wears nothing else unless she has the opportunity to snatch something she can wear that actually fits her. Büz was granted a power that increased the power, speed, or effectiveness of her actions when performed repetitively. Very energetic, quite loud. Her voice is easily mistakable for a man’s.

Silowisa Tiermann

Tiermann to most, Silowisa only to his father and another immortal, Wert. Same height as Büz, but Tiermann is an absolute brick shithouse, and similar to Büz, he’s energetic, loud, and like a blitz. Tiermann has blond hair and pale skin, as well as silvery eyes. Tiermann also has a massive beard and mustache as voluminous as his mane of hair. Tiermann was granted a power that would adjust his abilities to be exactly on par with his opponent, and due to that, Tiermann is highly adaptable to just about any situation besides diplomacy, but none of the immortals besides Wert are any good at such things. Aged voice and a Swedish accent.

O’ram “Wert” Netaj

An eight foot tall behemoth of an amnesiac with an athletic musculature and absolutely no skin or hair on his body. This immortal wears bandages all over his body for modesty due to his skin having been stolen before he became an immortal. Wert has sky blue eyes, but they are hidden in the shadow of his bandages. Wert is extremely quiet in everything he does besides talking, where he instead speaks loud and clear to get his point across with the least amount of speaking not only because he knows his voice is hard to listen to, but also because even speaking causes him pain, a feeling that, while all too common, is still uncomfortable. Wert was granted a power to use blood as fuel. So long as he has blood, he will heal, fight, and do any other tasks endlessly, and he can spend more blood at a time to increase his strength, speed, focus, energy, and healing speed. So long as something bleeds, Wert can kill it.

By the way, any and all comments, concerns, tips, and all that jazz are welcomed.