Seraph Arla was looking down on the mundane world beneath her. It was the same every day; a dog was barking, two beggars were fighting over a dropped coin, and laborers were driving their grain to town. It bored her. She had seen this same sight for the last 5000 years since her birth, different people, same stories.
She thought back to the ongoing war with the demon race. Since the beginning of time, there have always been the forces of good and evil. The light and the dark. The angels and the demons. These two forces have been fated to an eternal struggle with each other, with no side gaining the upper hand. Every demon killed brought down an angel with it. and every angel born resulted in the birth of a new horror.
Both sides have tried to get the mortal forces to join the fight countless times and both sides have failed countless times. The mortals were simply too weak to be able to make a difference. Occasionally strong holy warriors and demonic whisperers have been seen to rise in power only to die at each others’ hands. The mortal races have since then learned to stay out of the conflict between their races and to try to live their lives as peacefully as possible.
Seraph Arla grimaced, for she nor any of her race have been able to end this conflict since time immemorial. She continued to think about different ways to end this fight when a strong sense of premonition ran through her. She gasped and collapsed as the other angels of the Aetherial realm ran towards her. Tears flowed from her eyes as she started to smile, drawing confused glances from the others that wondered if she still needed assistance. Seraph Arla laughed and waved away the hands that were trying to help her up as she yelled, “My friends, the time has come! I have seen an end to this conflict. Send a messenger to the subspace immediately, for I know that the demons have received the same message.”
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Demon Prince Carreau was sitting on his throne overlooking the fires of his father’s kingdom. He was grinning because one of his warriors had recently taken down an angelic soldier right before he was crushed by a fallen tree. That was expected, however, Prince Carreau didn’t care about some lowly demon. He watched as the angelic body was thrown into the fires of the Demon Realm and smiled as the scent of burning flesh reached his nose. His only goal was to see the damned angels burn.
His ecstasy lasted only a few seconds before a wave of Fate rushed through him and he shuddered. ‘Finally, a way to watch more angels burn.’ He snapped his fingers at a nearby servant and told him to fetch a messenger. The servant scurried off as the demon thought over the implications of this premonition. ‘This will end the war.’ he thought gleefully, The servant soon returned with the messenger behind him. “Collect the human that is going to appear in the subspace, IMMEDIATELY!” the demon prince roared. Fear flashed in the messenger’s eyes as he sprinted off to fulfill the prince’s will. Prince Carreau scowled as he watched the messenger scurry off. ‘The Fate of the demons rests in this idiot’s hands.’
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Thomas was running down the side of the road, tears mixing with the falling rain. A flash of thunder illuminated an approaching bridge. He slowed down as he neared the center of the bridge and peered over the guardrail. The churning waters were inundated from the seemingly endless rains of the thunderstorm. Another flash of lightning revealed Thomas’s tear-stained face in the reflection of the waters below. He had brown hair and a regular-looking face. However, Thomas wasn’t looking at any of this. All he could see was the deep sadness in his own eyes.
He thought back to the incident from a few days prior. He had been taking his parents and girlfriend out to dinner when some drunk drivers had rammed them at high speeds in an intersection. His girlfriend and dad had been on the side of the impact and had died immediately. Another car coming from the opposite direction had no time to stop and could only swerve to hit the car near the back, which is exactly where his mother was seated. Thomas had escaped with almost no physical injuries, but that did nothing to prevent his emotional torment. ‘Why did it have to be me?’
His hands were clenched onto the guardrail hard enough that his knuckles were showing white and the cold metal started to cut into his skin. He didn’t care. Why should he when the only people that he cared about in the world were gone? He had no friends, no family, and now, no girlfriend. He had no one. He was alone. Completely alone.
Lightning flashed again, and as Thomas was looking at the rushing waters below, something within him snapped. A numbing cold seemed to claw its way into his head, dulling his emotions. It was all-encompassing. The tears suddenly stopped rolling down Thomas’s face, and the sadness seemed to leave his eyes. ‘I don’t want to live in this world anymore,’ he thought to himself.
He jumped up to sit on the railing and swung his legs over the edge. The torrent of water rushing beneath him picked up speed as if it knew what he was about to do. He looked to his left and saw some approaching headlights. ‘Now or never,’ he thought grimly and he jumped. Thomas felt the air rushing past his ears as he plunged towards the rushing waters. Time seemed to slow down as a blue screen appeared in front of him.
Integration complete. Opening passage to Regrea...
The prompt quickly disappeared after he finished reading it and time seemed to speed back up. A vortex of swirling water exploded into existence directly under Thomas. All he could do was look on as his body slammed into the vortex. Everything went black.
And he finally felt peace.