It was that day when I truly lost everything. When this stupid game started for his sick entertainment. 

Fuck you God for breaking this world!

There was no warning in the beginning, only the chaos that followed after his announcement. My family was one of the first to leave me. To escape this crazy new reality we found ourselves in. Only to find them that only death was in store for them. In this hellscape under the rule of a sick God. That night was the first time I cried in this new world. 

Ash filled the sky that once was clear and untouched. Standing above everyone to remind us of the scars it had endured. The sounds of dying cry from constant battles in the distance sing me to sleep every night. The lands were poisoned with sickly rot from all the blood spilled on it. The corpses of those that couldn't survive everywhere you turn. Monsters that everyone thought were legends became real. To make our end entertaining to this God gave each person a special gift.

But I didn't care for any of that. Even if I was starving from the lack of food. Killing another human to survive. Or if I lost what little sanity left. The thought of dying in this hellscape under that red sun didn't even scare me. Because I had HIM. He was my radiant sun pulling me out of this nightmare. But I never got to tell him how I felt about him.

 For he was with HER. That bitch was only using him. Because he was the strongest in this broken world. My hero protecting what is left of the human race. She noticed how I felt for him first. When I was around she would try everything to stop me. She tried breaking me to see if I would run. But no matter what she did to me I stayed. 

Eventually she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up dead. But it made my hero cry for a worthless whore. I was angry with her but I didn't let it show on my face. I only watched him from afar and never thought of getting closer. But I should have. For on the last day with this cursed game coming to an end. I should have guessed that good for nothing self proclaimed God. Wouldn't lose so easily to his own game. I think this game was rigged from the beginning. My hero left that day to find food with a group of what little group that could survive. I want to join them but my hero asks me to stay.

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 So I stayed waiting for his return.

Remember watching it arrive on that day. Standing menacing across from everyone, our safe haven was what I would call a Devil. Its skin was tar black. It had leather wings sprouting from it back. Towering over everything with its humongous size. Its crimson eyes were burning with malice but at the same time a hunger that could send chills. Like a predator finally finding its Prey. It could sever a person in half with its long clawed hands. But it didn't personally kill anyone unless someone came too close to it. It spoke to us promising to let us go if we could defeat it. 

So one by one a person would try their luck but no one was able to get close to it. Until it was only me standing before this creature. I would hope that my hero would return to slay this beast and save me. And he did arrive and fought the devil. They both moved so fast that all I could see was a blur. They were both covered in bleeding wounds at the end. I held my breath at the moment when the last strike would decide who would win. The devil was the one to die but my hero fell shortly after Dying.

 I lost what was left of my sanity while I held him close to my body. Feeling his life leaving his damaged body. Tears falling from my eyes for the last time. The words stuck in my throat. 

But why? You're my hero? Why are you laying there smiling? Why are your last thoughts not about me? Why are you leaving me like everyone else? You're supposed to be different and be there for me? Why can't I tell you that I love you and want you to stay? To save me. But Why? Did you come back before I die? Why?

At that moment I lost my will to live. And for the first time I wanted it to end my suffering. That was when I heard a voice that I thought I wouldn't hear a second time. Beginning all this madness.

"Congratulations you've won. Ready to try again." <3

I looked back with a smile and replied "Yes."