Flowing sentiments, emotions endlessly streaming along. One bearing witness to the events of an animal, feeling his emotions. Another with her, this painful sight. A soul in the sky, remaining on the side. These welling feelings within her, bearing witness to his path.
That devil looking in between dimensions, her eyes on Elrich. This man continuing in his direction, countless victims from a kingdom. His grand tower, those echoing screams. Monsters in the shadows, many scattering bodies.
"Another failure. No matter, I have many more subjects. Goddess, how long will you allow me to continue to do this?" the shrugging man.
His laboratory, those many pods. Constantly failing, dragging another. Their shrilling sounds, intending to complete the perfect body for another. His own goal in mind, selfishly pursuing his way. Unable to forget a brief encounter, pushing far beyond his reach.
Her vision on this, observing his actions. Thinking on his question, stripping away happiness from others. Trying to bind her to a vessel, this sickening feeling. Turning away from the situation for now, her rising emotions. Night shortly coming, a thick fog over the land.
That hound standing in blackness, his hateful eyes on his targets of Parell. This time to strike, shifting his gaze to his right, gesturing his head forward. Proceeding onward in his path, moving the first set of zombies onward. Shifting his gaze to his left, motioning his head closer to him.
That second group readying themselves, standing behind the hound. His attention ahead, the first bunch surrounding the guards. Snipers firing at them, a barrier shielding these fiends. Howling in the dusl, enemies hearing this.
"Damn...this again?!" a soldier pushing against a zombie.
A fierce enemy, blocking them with their weapon. More zombies flooding from the shadows, these swarming monsters. A soul wanting what is within, his partner no longer there. Yearning to fulfill her wish, his target in mind. Racing in this night, rushing onward.
A loudly sounding alarm, civilians quickly fleeing. Pushing their own out of the way, casting them to the horde. Shortly standing at the entrance of Parell, that hound growling at his enemies. His burning hatred, malice secreting from his body, his igniting soul.
"You're that dog...! Dammit! If only we killed you!" this frustrating the man.
Kill me you say...? You're right...at least then I would be there with her...
A soul swimming in an endless sea, blackness surrounding him. His vision on his path, one in his mind, his boiling hatred. Lowering his stance, glaring at the second one rushing at him. Their blade in hand, this nearing foe. Stepping back, evading the attack.
Lunging forward, biting the man's arm. His brightly burning fangs, despair in the hound's eyes. Embracing what is inside, not remaining in silence. His sounding soul, releasing this energy, an explosion violently ripping through the area. Shaking the land, rubble rising above.
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"Gyah...!!" the soldiers sliding back on their feet.
Emerging out of the smoke, that hound charging in full force. Many zombies following him, three foes giving chase to the animal. The undead blocking them, their aligning will. Yearning to bring meaning to their ends, returning to this world. Not remaining in silence, their sounding spirits.
That dog glancing back, sharply gazing in the direction. Shortly shifting his attention ahead, continuing his route. Desiring to fulfill the dream of another, enduring his sorrow. Racing in darkness, dashing around shadowy hands. Intensifying malice, shouting his soul.
Him...he is the one I want to kill the most, the one who took her life...
Flowing streams, those meeting in its endlessness. A determining path, an outcast of two. Treasuring the other, those blissful times. This nightmare on him, his way in going forward. An enemy noting this, their presence on a tower. A structure stretching high, that man looking down into the chaos.
Many screaming, raging madness. Sounds against his ears, some unease in his eyes. His red armor, white hair, those ashen eyes. Gazing at the zombies, a massacre below. Taking notice of the dog, that one running to his location.
"That dog..." Scowling, his shaking fists.
Running along his path, his sounding soul. Not backing down, pursuing his direction. Meeting his enemies, those soldiers to him. Striking at the hound, his analyzing vision. Increasing his speed, colliding through a group of them. Setting the field ablaze, a raging inferno engulfing the area.
Two witnessing this, the Iconoclast and Aurora. This despair in the animal, that demon feeling it. Hearing his hatred, his sorrow. These numerous emotions, his powerful resolve, his willingness to go far.
"He is going after that man...!" Aurora realizing this, clutching her hands.
"He wishes to bring meaning to your demise, to make your dream into a reality." Cyra's calm tone, folding her arms.
"But...! If he does that...!" Aurora shockingly covering her mouth.
"I know..." That devil looking away.
Wandering in a forest, monsters hunting him down. Fear in him, helplessness underneath the light of the crimson moon. One coming into his life, saving him from his end. Gratefulness to her, living with her. Growing stronger over the years, protecting her. Unable to act, death claiming his partner.
His boiling fury, pushing onward in his sadness. Shortly standing at the door, looking above. Anger in his gaze, awareness on the individual at the top. His brightly burning blackness, yearning to bring meaning to Aurora's demise. A realm where happiness might have been an actuality for her, this driving him forward.
I can smell you...you bastard...! Just you wait! I am coming for you...!
A raging heart, racing through this dusk. Bringing chaos, yearning for the past. Glancing behind, an approaching zombie. A key in their hand, the hound stepping aside. Barking at it, this complying ally. Moving forward, unlocking the door. A series of sounds, an unlocking path. Pulling it, shortly standing at the side.
Zeus dashing through the entrance, the animal residing on the bottom floor, five soldiers blocking his way. Many memories in him, her guiding smile. Two friends sitting in the depths of the night, that companion telling him many stories. Both looking into the stars, those pleasant times.
"To think a dog would bring this much chaos...jeez...and you people called me crazy for liking a cat! At least a cat doesn't bring the apocalypse!" one stressing.
"Huh...true..." The rest agreeing.
Acting in this instance, running along his black path. Yearning for days of the past, an impossibility in it. His aching heart, hatred leading him. Wanting meaning for the demise of his partner, her never leaving smile. Two once together, cherish those times.
Enemies before him, spreading his stance. His eyes on these members, foes slowly surrounding him. Growling at them, his boiling fury. His rising despair, pleasant events no more than a dream. Defeat by a man, returning stronger than before.
I can die later for my crimes, but not before her death has meaning...!