Orc in the modern world

The night was silent, save for the distant hum of the human city beyond the forest. Jason stood motionless, his crimson eyes locked onto the skyline, watching as the mortal world carried on, oblivious to the storm brewing in the shadows. The eldritch and fel energy within him pulsed in unison, his body a vessel for something far greater than himself.

'Let them cling to their illusions of safety,' the whispers urged. 'Soon, they will kneel before their true rulers.'

Gorvak approached, his presence a solid, unyielding force. "The scouts are in position, Warchief. The city's outskirts are lightly guarded. We can begin at your command."

Jason's fingers twitched, runes flaring briefly beneath his skin. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—only a purpose that burned with unnatural clarity. "Then we proceed. I want them to see us. I want them to understand that we are inevitable."

Gorvak grinned, tusks gleaming in the moonlight. "As you command."

The orcs moved like shadows through the trees, their hulking frames impossibly silent for their size. Jason followed, his senses stretching outward, feeling the unnatural energies coil around him, feeding him. He no longer questioned the growing emptiness inside. He no longer mourned the loss of his humanity. What was a man compared to a god in the making?

They reached the edge of the city, where old industrial buildings stood as relics of a past era. The perfect staging ground. Jason raised a hand, eldritch symbols forming in the air before him. He muttered an incantation, his voice layered with something inhuman, something ancient.

The ground trembled. A pulse of green and black energy spread outward, silent but suffocating. Streetlights flickered and died. Security cameras twisted on their mounts, their lenses cracking. And from the shadows, figures emerged—orc warriors, drawn through the Rift, armed and ready.

A pair of guards patrolling the perimeter hesitated, confusion spreading across their faces as the world around them seemed to shift unnaturally. One reached for his radio, but before he could speak, a spear of void energy lanced through his chest. His partner barely had time to react before Gorvak's blade cleaved him in two.

Jason stepped forward, unfazed by the violence. "No alarms. No survivors. We take what we need."

The orcs fanned out, methodical in their destruction. Blood painted the walls, but Jason felt nothing—not satisfaction, not rage. Just the inevitability of it all. The voices in his mind coiled tighter, their whispers turning into a chorus.

'Yes… this is right. This is balance.'

A distant siren wailed. Someone had noticed. Jason turned his gaze toward the heart of the city, where the true enemy waited.

'Let them come.'

This was only the beginning.