Monsters lurking in the depths of darkness, an unforgiving night stripping away countless lives. Two making their way below into the dungeon, passing their black surroundings, enduring the foul stench. These moldy walls, the damp air around them. Torment in a sorrowful place, felons once in this horror. Cells on both sides, statues of the King lining the walls. Passing the prison, through the many gates. Blood Bane stepping into the area, the commander at his side.
Their shaking eyes on the brutality, numerous elites in pieces on the ground, horror still in the knights visions. Their scattering remains, blood painting the walls, a sight sickening two. The King tightly gripping his blade, feeling a sinister presence. Both looking down the path, parts from figures below. The two glancing to one another, soon nodding in agreement.
Blood Bane taking the lead, heading onward. His commander following behind, both shortly entering through a room ahead. Their wide gaze, seeing malefic wings. Black feathers on the floor, the person's long dark hair. Those azure eyes, her black armor resembling the Nine Winged Seraph. Her vision on the leader, slightly smiling. Many corpses on the land, those feathers burning in a black mist.
"An angel...? No...those wings...you are no angel..." Blood Bane's stern eyes.
Wings telling another story, thick malice in the area. A hilarious man to the death angel, the person chuckling a bit. Terror in the dusk, infinite mysteries lurking in its depths. One amongst the madness, dead bodies everywhere. Enemies around each corner, emotions dancing in this nightmare. The entity's eyes on her foe, her calm posture.
"Oh? Hm hm, I am an angel, or should I clarify, part of one." Teasing a bit, her index finger pressing to her cheek.
Someone part of an angel, her dark wings and cold captivating eyes. Chains dripping blood from the surroundings, black spears impaling in many knights. Rage in the King and commander, their visions on the massacre around them. One playing with them, secluding her identity, giving them pieces.
"What is that supposed to mean? Better yet, why are you attacking?" Blood Bane's slightly harsh voice.
"Oh, all part of the plan, I am searching for something of great importance." Faintly smiling at him.
An entity seeking after an item, believing it to be rightful her own. Her great desire within, a person yearning to break free from another. Her extending pressure, their staff channeling the dead. Tormenting screams bouncing off the walls, the leader uneasily stepping back. A sickening stench of death, an aroma worsening with each passing moment.
"And that is...?" the King's sharp gaze.
"It is none of your business." Brushing him off.
An individual entering into his home, killing his knights, their response building more fury. Shortly trying to settle himself, the leader analyzing her. A person possibly above himself, this madness everywhere on the human realm. Many horrifying encounters in the dusk, light not existing in this despair.
"Did you kill all of those knights along the border?!" deep anger from Blood Bane.
The death angel rising a bit off of the ground, soon floating back and forth. An event out in the field, one pursuing her on the land. An entity assaulting those below, wiping away countless in their conflict. Two seeking after the same item, an important piece in the insanity. That other one still out there, racing through the abyss.
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"Perhaps I did, perhaps I did not." Facing the King and commander.
Her slightly more serious stance, directing her staff at them. That crescent moon weapon igniting malice, those screaming souls in the area. Countless suffering victims in the weapon, their echoing voices. A horrifying chill running down the spine of two, both witnessing darkness crushing the area, their line of sight lessening. The death angel locking onto her targets, her thickening malefic wings.
"I believe now it is time for you both to eternally rest." Her calm tone.
An immense pressure forcing down on two, their great enemy from a place far from their own. The commander rushing in front of his leader, firmly holding his ground, trying to resist the influence. The circling malice, those voices bouncing off the walls. A few in the torturous dusk, hope slowly going away. Two refusing to relent, their powerfully burning resolves.
"Sire! Stand back!" the commander's desperate tone.
The calm woman, seeing her target rushing at her. Bearing witness to their determination, both strongly opposing her. Closing in on the death angel, his sword nearing them. The entity raising her staff, immediately colliding it into the weapon, instantly repelling the person's assault.
"Gyah...!!" the commander stepping away, enduring the heavy pressure on him.
A being from the realm of the gods, his certainty on it. Trying to keep his sword steady, watching his foe flying back, shortly landing from a distance. Her azure eyes on the two ahead, spreading her wings afar. Holding back her staff, generating high negativity. The intense energy spiraling around the weapon, rapidly building power.
The entity's increasing pressure on the two, darkness squeezing at their throats. A moment to act, their last chance to turn the battle. The King's awareness on magic, a force needing time. Locking onto his opportunity, directing his blade forward.
"Now!" Blood Bane commanding.
Both charging at their enemy, seizing on their moment. Two running down their path, racing to the slim chance. The death angel's slight smile, shortly rushing her staff forward. Unleashing a devastating wave, electrical energy spreading through. A power tearing away at the surroundings, both immediately stopping.
Shielding themselves, that assault colliding into them. The two attempting to resist the attack, their burning skins, a deep blackness enveloping them. Their lives going away, the soon lightening area. Rubble everywhere, the death angel's eyes on the pitiful room, a sigh leaving her. The person ascending just above the ground, floating in place.
"Humans are pesky as always, now back to the job at hand."
Moving a step closer to her goal, an entity keeping her eye on her prize. A light shining from behind, the woman turning to it. A crystal levitating ahead, this beauty in the depressing night. Shortly flying to it, her staff igniting darkness. One of many steps forward, a heart racing after what is within. Selfishly pursuing her aim, embracing these feelings, an individual desiring to fulfill her wishes.
"Wherever that weapon is, I will find it." Her serious vision.
Crashing her staff into the crystal, watching the light stretching in each direction. An object shattering into pieces, scattering on the ground. A pleasant feeling coming over her, the woman steadily approaching goal. A person proceeding in the dusk, the night steadily granting her desires. A truly horrifying place, yet something else existing within it.
"This is going to be a long night—" turning, her eyes above.
"—are you coming, Cyra?" her calm voice.
"Knowing you, you will not stop, stubborn you are." Her attention slightly to her side.
Some sympathy in her tone, her mind on one in the dusk. A person racing after the death angel, pushing through the insanity. A line connecting them, their linking paths. The woman's hand to her chest, softly smiling. Hearts uniting underneath the twilight, horror around each corner. No matter the morrow, desires constantly reaching out. The entity facing away, soon flying onward, heading deeper into the endless night.
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