A blood red moon hung in the sky surrounded by dark clouds. 2 Opposing side can be seen glaring at each other across and bloodied battlefield thousands apon thousands of bodies of both gods, beast, and demons lay at their feet. It comes down to the final 9 against 8. On one side was the high God Zeus who lead the 7 vertues and on the other were Lucifer and Satan who were leading the 7 seven deadly sins but their was something odd about Wrath he wasn't giving of any demonic energy it was divine. The sin of Wrath was a god. Tension ran high and the first to make a move was Satan as he charged howling a war crie the rest charged after him when Wrath was about to strike he was suddenly pierced through the heart by a blade. He turned around to see pride with a smirk on his face as it changed into Odin the all father. Wrath coughed up blood. With his vision failing he managed to strike Odin's left eye. As he lay dieing he heard one last thing.
"Sorry old friend, you should have stuck to the original mission, but you had to side with them. I didn't want this war but I had no other options.(Odin)
"You've always have a choice."(Wrath)
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Yomi Rikoto woke up covered in cold sweat and pain. Yomi was from an abusive house hold. His father would come home drunk and beat him and his mother. The worst was his 7 birthday when his father came home and broke his right arm and fracture 4 ribs he was in the hospital for months. His mother couldn't take anymore and while his father slept she stabbed him in the chest over and over again then proceeded to cut her own throat leaving Yomi by himself he didn't have any living relatives to he was living on the street alone for 3 years. Everyday he had to go out and steal food or eat out of the garbage to survive.
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(The same dream over and over again. Who are those people? Why we're they fighting? What does it has to do with me?)
He rose from his bed of clothes and rags and opened the door of his room wich wich was barely on its hinges. He found this old abandoned house after the first year on the street. Living on the street was harsh this was were he got his first glimpse of the dark side of humanity so in order to survive he became harsh and cold as he is now he would not hesitate to kill if it means he can survive. He walked down the broken and cracked stares. He went walked through the back allies to get to the garbage cans behind his usual restaurant to eat the leftovers. He was rummaging through the trash and found a 2 day old hamburger and began to eat. After 15 minutes he began to walk towards the park. The park was the only place he could stop and take his mind of his terrible life. Making his way down the main road people would often avoid him because an incident that happened. It was about 8 months ago when he was on the bench looking at the sky when a group of 6 kids came up to him picking on him but he just ignored them. The leader was an older kid who looked about 11 years old, fat, brown hair, and brown eyes said something about his mother his mother being a slut and laughing when about his mother's death something in him finally snapped that day and a beat all of the close to death and from then on everyone avoided him like the plague. He was at the crosswalk about half a block from the park when he heard the screech of tires he turn to the left to see a blue BMW speeding down the road about to hit a little girl. Breaking into a mad dash he jumps in front of the car and push her out the way only to be struck by the car a second later. Pain wrecked his body as he lay on the ground dying his final thoughts were
(At least something good came out of this worthless life of mine. Finally peace.)