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"When the sky turns a hideous black color, Hell will rise up, and Heaven will fall...In a final clash between darkness and light, this world will end. Phase three, begin..."
"Come, come and find me, Sakuuya-chan. Come and find me, in the place where the Saviour lyes," Kira's words continued to echo in the very deepest recesses of my mind as I continued to gaze out the window. There was something, almost like a warning tugging at the backs of my consciousness, but every attempt I made at trying to grasp it, or make sense of it, and it would vanish like a dandelion tuff on the wind. Ace was gone, Logan was gone, Max was gone, Rae was gone, everyone was gone. Either killed or having died. The bloodred moon glowing maliciously in the night sky, who's way was an inky almost oily black. My room was silent, nothing heard but the wind outside, and the uneven beat of my saddened heart.
I bowed my head for a moment, whispering a silent prayer to the night air. An wishing Rae's and everyone else's spirit well, praying for them to rest in peace before then bringing my head up, gazing harshly into the distant horizon. As in one lithe movement I had returned to my feet, still keeping my gaze unwavering on the horizon.
"You know what you must do, you know the answer to this yourself. Now hurry, Sakuuya, hurry," urged a soft female voice in the backs of my mind.
Closing my eyes I folded my arms across my chest, an orb of light beginning to form there, as with a quick snap of both my arms, the sphere of light soared into the dark sky splitting into several smaller collections. Which then flashed out like a candle in the wind. I reopened my eyes and glanced back into the night atmosphere, eyes returning to a more sullen rather than angry expression. A soft sigh escaped from my lips. "I understand.."
There was no more denying it, I knew what I had to do, and what my destiny was. There was no chance in running away from it now, not to mention that now there was so much more worth fighting for. Right, because fighting to save the whole world just wasn't enough already. -Sighs.- Iie, I understood what I had to do, and while a part of me was completely against it, there was another part, more stronger than the rest that was tugging and pratically screaming at me that it was time to correct the wrongs that had been done. The hardest part, that I was still fighting against coming to my senses with was the idea that Kira was the one who had done the wrongs, and who stood on the side of the Father of Lies. Something that I don't think that I ever could get over.
But then again, who honestly wants to believe that their best friend was in fact a mass murderer, not to mention had pretty much bound their soul to the Son of Darkness? No one wants to believe that, and I wasn't about to. I just hoped that when we met for our final time that I could somehow bring her to her senses, and at least make the attempt of at least trying to save her soul. After all, she wasn't always this way. So much was already pitched against her, not to mention she was left without her parents, and so naturally someone left like that would cling onto whatever they could find. Some form of comfort, though, in Kira's case she clung onto the wrong sort of comfort, and was therefor thrown head first into this mess between light and darkness. We all were a part of it, that much I could comprehend, but it was all against our own better judgments.
For so long, the only thing that I had ever wanted to do was keep everyone safe, all my friends and loved ones. The people that I loved, and who loved me back, and the people that I cared for. An I had tried, Inari knows that I did, but I guess you just can't be expected to save them all, and now with Armageddon a beat away, there didn't seem anyone that I could save. At least if I acted as I knew that I should, the least that could be done is that I could spare their souls, and maybe give them another chance at life. Humanity is kind. Humanity is cruel, I have seen both sides of the debate. I have stood on one side and watched cruelty corrupt, and I have stood in the shadows and watched the light of life as it began to trickle so idly away, like the grains of sands into an hourglass. But none of that seemed capable to change or stop any of this. Things just kept right on unraveling, and if I tried to reach out and grasp ahold of one strand, another would break free, and then I was right back where I had started. It was a neverending and vicious circle, so much like life; like the threads of life.
An the worst part was that as much as I would have liked to say that things did not match up; the frightening thing was that they actually did. An I wasn't liking it one bit, and I was certain that I wasn't the only one. After everything that we had all been through together, what were we suppose to do? Just chuck it away as caution to the wind, or what? My friends, and loved ones were all gone, either murdered, died, or else refused to have anything to do with me anymore. And as everything added up now, reaching the climax I was again being plagued by the thoughts of my ryooshin, and Rae's as well, not to mention Kira's. Fate's humor was cold and cruel, but even she, I thought, possessed a kind and caring side, was I wrong? It seemed a whole hell of a lot like that was the case. -Sighs.- Iie, if anything was correct, it was what Mallos had said about the end of the world soon to be approaching us. When friend is turned on friend, or brother against brother, that was a for sure sign that everything would then soon begin to plummet in a horrific downward spiral. As it were doing now, and the only way to stop it was if I assisted my once former best friend in ending it altogether.
Flexing my newfound wings just slightly the complete space of the room, I felt the familiar tug of them against my shoulders. Catching the bloodred moonlight, and reflecting the irridiation, mirroring it as if imitating a dancing flame. Whilst the words of, "this is your destiny, Sakuuya, embrace it," resounded in my weary subconsciousment. I seemed to have to be being constantly reminded of that, or else was having to keep being told it over and over again..-Sighs.- Oh well, I suppose that that was just the price that one has to pay for something like this; one of the more lesser prices in this whole ordeal. Not to mention that I was still at war with my heart and my mind, deciding between what I knew I had to do, and what I needed to do. Albeit, by this time I think that there was no room for exceptions, everything was just straight forward from here, much to my dislike.
Folding my wings in against my back, I slowly let my eyes flutter shut as I listened to the evening. The wind in the trees sang a haunting melody, but apart from everything else there was little to no sound anymore. An it seemed almost as if even now, still the world continued to fade away about me, and there was nothing that I could do against it. Again, all of that seemed to have been a part of a floor map, and something that I had no choice but to abide by. As much as I would like to have fought against it, done something about it, I knew that there was little that I could do. There was little that could be done. Everything was laid out as it should be, leaving not even a scrap of wiggle room for anyone to intercept, or foil the divine order.
Standing before my window, I reached over to hug my shoulders, and continued to gaze into the distance. Feeling the dead air finally pick up, as a cool breeze swept the expansion of my room, causing my loose strands of hair to sway to and fro in said breeze. So this was it, hm? This was the beginning of the end, or if you had a optimistic view on things, it was the end of the beginning, and a start into a new day-in-age. Either way was a for-sure sign that things were changing, and that something..was ending. Though I suppose that there were few who could look out their window and exclaim to their parents that "oh, look mommy and daddy the Armageddon is at hand." I doubted that any child would even be able to understand let alone speak the word. They possessed too much innocence and faith to look at something and state that the world was ending, even if that were the case.
However it was the select few who could tell what was at hand, that worried me. Those people, priests and priestresses, anyone with any connection to Inari-sama, and the Holy Book. They were the kind of people who could look out a window, and see what was at hand. Those who would know what was going on, and who could explain this phenomenal, yet paranormal, yet extremely religious occurence. They frightened me, not so much because they would be able to tell that the end was near, but because they would see, and know what was going on, but would choose to do nothing about it. Nothing to prevent it, and would simply accept this--punishment, so to speak. Feeling the need that humanity deserved it, and that very thought was what worried, what frightened me the most.
Albeit, perhaps the reason for these feelings of dread was simply connected to the fact that I was the angel in this war, and that Kira was the devil. I may have been so terrified of people seeing but not doing anything agains the Armageddon, simply because as it were, time was running out, and it seemed to be laddled onto me that I was the one who was suppose to save everyone. To protect humanity from the end. I treasured, and valued every life equally. Back in the day, long before any of this I had simply lived each day as it came. I felt hurt when others were in pain, and suffering, but I lived each day, and probably did take for granted what was all soon to be lost. An yet, here I stood, still capable of saying that now, now that the end was drawing ever-so nearer, I felt only all the more closer to people, and I seemed to finally have learned the true and complete value of living each day as if it were my last. I had always been close to people, I knew that, being what I was--what a part of me was, I was naturally born with a tight closeness with humanity. But even so, back then I had been nothing more-or-less than your typical teenager. Sou, sure I had special talents, and couldn't bring myself to deny someone in need, help, or aid, but I still took for granted everything that I had come to know.
And now, here I was again, finally seeing in a new light the importance of it all. I felt so much closer to humanity, to the earth, close enough to the heavens above, that there was even a part of me that resented Kira, and that hated her. A part of me that wanted to fight her, to right her wrongs, and so on and so forth. All the goody-two-shoe stuff that you read about, or consider related to angels, to heroes and heroines. But even with all of that, there was an even stronger, greated, and deeper part of me that was finding it within myself to forgive Kira for her misdeeds. That part of me, that kept seeing her as the friend she had once use to be, and it was a part of me that was unwilling to give up and in to my angelic half. I hate to say it, but it was almost like being caught between a rock and a hard place. Being caught between doing what you knew was right, and doing what you thought was right. Fate took great pride in making people suffer, her humor as cold, and cruel as any I had ever known.
Though, who was honestly to blame here? Was it Fate, Destiny as she is sometimes called, or was it humanity? Was it God, and Lucifer, or was it someone as common as the merchant peddling in town? Who was to blame? Everyone seemed to possess an equal chance to be judged, and yet no one would even or dare judge the higher powers. Which led to me possessing a third party in-mind in relation to this war, that seemed nothing more-or-less than a political feud. My thoughts, I know are not in the right place, but I honestly don't know what to believe anymore. My best friend turned into my worst enemy, and all my other good friends were gone. Lost to me at my best friend's hand. I didn't understand why this was happening, why were we chosen to carry out the Armageddon? Did it seem fair to anyone in the least that we were nothing more than teenagers caught up in this, and were being forced to be the ones to make the final decision in something so permanent?
My heart ached, and my body felt weak with its sorrow. The tears in my eyes fell for a while longer, before finally coming to a halt, frozen then deep inside me. Within my soul, shards of razor blue, permanently etched into my heart. Now there would be scars remaining from this deep enough to last a lifetime, and beyond. I sighed heavily, letting my gaze linger back onto the horizon, and lost for a moment to soft sentiment, which was then replaced by a bitterness burning from my angelic half. My hands clentched into fists without so much as a thought, and by the time I realized it, there were already faint cresent moon shaped scratches in the palms of my hand from my fingernails biting into the warm flesh. Which was a deeper pain, and which was the profound sorrow? Facing my friend, and risking her life, and my own, or letting it all go, and just watching the world become engulfed in flames and darkness? I didn't want to have to choose one over the other, but I knew by now that everyone, and everything were too deeply involved to believe in the chance that anything would survive at the end of all this.
"What are you waiting for, little angel of mine? There is no alternative route, no way to escape this. There is only one path, and one path only. You've no other choice but to take it, and to embrace that which is inevitable destruction." A voice, probably Yami's mocked me from the shadows. An as much as I would have liked to disagree with him, deep down I knew that he was right. The only way to stop this madness, to stop the pain was to end it, everything, altogether as one. "Will you go out in a blaze of glory, or in a blast of defeat?" The voice continued to mock from the darkness.
My alternative route was to ignore him, and so I smiled into the dense blackness of the room, moonlight suddenly illuminating my form. "This battle is not yet won, and the war has not yet even begun. So don't go getting yourself too excited, shade," I finally answered to the mockery. "I'd hate to see your momentary pleasure crushed, and for that gleeful smirk on your face to be turned upside down." As I finished I snapped my gaze into one of the corners of Rae's room, my ethereal gaze then befalling the villian's form.
"I see you, but do you see me?" I suddenly asked before disappearing in a bright flash of white light, and angel feathers. Taking brief pride in the idea, and the sight that caught my eye; that of the dark lord covering his eyes as my aura pierced their soulless black pools. He was temporarily blinded by the outburst of light, and energy. Bitter energy that I knew had it not been for the shadows the surrounded and protected him, would have besieged him, and torn him to shreds. I hadn't intended on my own magick to be so powerful, angry, or bitter, but it just happened. My angelic half releasing, or rather lashing out with its own power, and its own hatred which was directed uncoincidently towards Yami.
However, that temporary blindness was all I needed, and all it took. For in the moment, there came a rush of wind, which mourned and howled, as a much larger form leapt into it. Pure, snow-white angel feathers fell onto the ground, my windowsill, and my room. The wind blew stirring them up and into the vaccancy of the black night. As within that, I was airborn my wings beating heavily against the current.
I felt the wind press in and around me, and I responded by pushing my wings down and against it, rising up into the air. I was now hovering maybe fifteen feet above the ground. Looking down I saw my house, and the surrounding homes. My wings making soft swooping sounds. Turning myself around I pivoted to face the direction of the full crimson moon. And as I did I felt my heart tighten, as with nothing more or less than my own self-will I managed to stifle that pain, that ache within me. I faced the moon, my sapphire-blue eyes reflecting an unknown emotion. As holding out my hand I happened to catch one of the fluttering sakura petals. Snatching it up, I closed a carefully fisted hand around it, and then reopened that hand, the petal sailing away into the night.
With a couple more beats of my wings, I soared higher up into the sky. Now rising well over the town, I glanced down, my eyes scanning that place one last time. I let myself go for a moment, but then regrasped control, snapping my gaze in the direction of St. Ellen's church knowing well enough what awaited me there. The bloodred moon lingered overtop the edifice, casting its foreboding shadow over it, and I fought down the urge of how I really didn't want to go there. For one, that redlight was creepy, and for two--and for a much more serious means--I didn't really think that I was ready. Ready to face Kira. Ready for the world to end. Albeit, I also knew that it was by far too late now, and there was no positive means in lingering or procrastinating. As, glancing about the area below me, I could feel the cold wind, and saw the ground losing its once vivacious coloring. Everything was dying. So why on earth would I want to prolong that suffering?
Taking a deep breath, I folded my wings in against my body, and allowed myself to begin plumetting towards the very tained ground I had just been observing. I closed my eyes, and the pain, the hurt, the suffering seemed to ebb away. Snapping my gaze open, and unfolding my wings in the same away I caught a current, and it pulled me back, and away from the ground. Pushing my wings down hard, I zipped off towards the church, staying high enough, though, so that no mere mortal could see me. Even though with everything going on now, I really don't think that if anyone had seen me they would have thought much. Probably would have thought that they were losing there mind, or--if they were excessively religious--would have simply acknowledge the scene as a definite sign of the aforementioned Armageddon. Either of which, I suppose that there really was no means to remain hidden, and yet a part of me felt that staying out of sight was a little bit more of a deserving decency that I could give.
My whole trudge towards the church lasted about five minutes if even. I had gained so much speed from my earlier harsh actions against the levanter that I had virtually cut the time it would have taken to get there by foot, or any other means in half. At long last reaching the entrance to the church, I stood on those stone steps, my wings folding once more in against my back, and my eyes gazing upwards, red moonlight ricochetting off my form. I closed my eyes momentarily, and withdrew my wings, and when they opened there was a strange sorrow and yet kindness about them that was hard to describe.
Turning towards the door, I drew in a deep breath, and then reached out with one shaking hand. Gripping the handle, turned, and pushed the great doors open. Feeling my heart make another protest against what I was about to do. Again I quelled that pain, and that warning taking one step forwards and then passing through, and into the synagogue. Inside, it was dark, and dimly lit by candles. My footsteps echoed around me as I made my way to the center of the chapel. There was another set of doors that I had to pass through, and then I would be in the very heart of the church.
Gathering what strength I could muster, I pushed the energy through my body, trying to get myself under control. Albeit, such an action I didn't need to take, for the minute I made the attempt, my angel-half decided to step in and take over. Any fear, or worry, any regret, or pain that I may have felt melted away, and when I entered the chapel I was completely confident, and ready. Ready to meet with my fate, my destiny. I stepped through the last barrier, and entered the chamber, behind me the doors slammed shut, and candles whose lights had been barely able to keep burning, suddenly burst into a bright collaboration of effulgence.
Although, instead of becoming shocked, or taken aback, I remained level-headed and calm. Not a muscle flinched in my body at the sinister display, and actually I was fighting against my kitsune-half to keep it from commenting. "A brilliant display of power, Kira, but how about you just show yourself, and make it all easier on the both of us?" I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, never had I ever expected myself to seem so bitter towards Kira, but as I recalled everything that she had done from killing Mallos up until now, it was hard to forgive her now.
All around me the candles exploded with their flames, and then died down. However, that wasn't the end of her show in the least, for once the candlelight ceased, a chilled wind besieged me, and the shadows were rustled. They conjoined into large globs, and collections before they too eased up. I just continued to walk further and further into the center of the room with each exhibition until I finally stood directly before the priest's stand. As for a moment I let my gaze befall the altar, only coming to or showing any sort of feeling on my face when a high-pitched chortle echoed throughout the cathedral hall.
Only then did I turn sharply on my heel to face the owner of that cold, cruel laughter. An there she stood, across the way, acting as if she had just entered the room. She mock-applauded me smiling darkly, her crimson eyes glinting in the candlelight. She continued to make her way towards me, hands slipping to rest easily against her sides. Kira was dressed differently from when I had last seen her. This time she had disgarded her black tank-top, and pants for a form-fitting black sleeveless dress, which was cut all the way up to her mid-thighs, and worn over top a pair of tight black leather pants. And knee high black boots completed her attire, oh, and aa, I couldn't forget the silver cross that she wore around her neck on a long silver chain. That too glittered in the cierge light, and as it did so I caught a glimpse of some sort of taint, or stain on the charm that--no surprise there--looked suspiciously like blood.
Now standing only about two feet from me, she stopped popping one hip out, and resting her hand on the other. "Well, well, well look what the night dragged in. A pitiless child seeking sanctuary," mocked Kira, eyes flickering evilly as a cruel smirk curled its way up and around her lips.
"Kira," I said probably sounding more relieved than I had meant to.
"So, you finally decided to show, hm, Sakuuya?" said Kira in the cold tone of voice that seemed to have become her's since the start of all of this.
My eyes narrowed against my better judgment. "I guess that I just couldn't stand the suffering anymore."
"You guess?" repeated Kira, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. Albeit, I simply shrugged.
"What were you expecting me to say, ami? That I just couldn't stand to see the darkness winning anymore?" My tone of voice called for challenge, and Kira's eyes flashed in acceptance.
"Of course not, Sakuuya. I've known you long enough to know that you would never admit to such a feat."
"Aa, I suppose that you would counter with something like that."
Kira just looked at me, and I couldn't help but smirk at that.
"What's the matter, little devil, were you knocked speechless, or has the darkness consumed enough of you that it's allowing you to retain at least that small smidge of humanity?" I asked, my own eyes reflecting the candlelight with a forbidden danger all their own.
To that, though, my corrupt friend simply smirked. "Well, I guess that I should be lucky that you haven't carried on, or started lecturing me about how 'the darkness can never win, because the light shall always overcome it.'"
"You're right, I haven't. But also, you've known me long enough to understand that as much of my angelic-side as you are seeing right now; that isn't the whole of me. So you should comprehend that I wouldn't lecture you about such ancient means, besides--" I paused for effect. "Why bother to tell you something that you already know."
At that Kira's eyes suddenly blazed, but I simply just looked at her with a calm expression.
"I honestly can't believe that you gave up the life you had, or could have had for this," I said, "and really, Kira, what has this gotten you? A little bit of blood on your knives, and clothes; it granted you the ability and power to dominant, but now..now you're faced with an opponent who won't back down, or submit to you. And for all of what you have done, what truly have you gained? You know that meeting me here is going to result in the end of you..of me..of good and evil..and of the world. So really, truly, honestly..what has the darkness given to you? Has it given you anything worthwhile? Anything that will last, and that won't be destroyed in the end, when the end arrives?"
For a moment, it seemed as it I had stumped her, but it was only a fleeting instant, and then her blood-red gaze had snapped back towards me. She looked like she was about to say something, and yet didn't.
"What's the matter, Kira? Things aren't so easy, aren't so fun once you know the truth. Once you obseved and taken into account the gains and losses, now is it? You brought me here for some means that I don't think even you understand. And if you somehow had managed to grasp the means, I really don't think you would have done this, but now it's too late, and neither one of us can go back now." I met her gaze squarely. "I take pity on you and your soul for having being dragged into this. But being what you are, Kira, I would have thought you would have known. The darkness holds nothing for you, it only takes, and it never gives anything back."
Kira's hands had clentched into fists by this point. She had dug her nails into her skin enough to drawn blood, and at present the crimson fluid was flowing out of her veins, and onto the ground. A fine, but profound trickle.
"You poor child," I said sympathetically.
However, what happened next did happen to take me by surprise. For as soon as I delivered my last line, Kira had suddenly burst out laughing. Quiet at first, but then it erupted into a mass hysteria. She threw her head back and laughed loudly, before snapping her gaze back towards me.
"You really think that I was in this for my own means?" Another cold chuckle. "As it would seem, neither one of seems to have known the other quite as well as we may have once thought we did. How sad." But there was no emotion in her voice at all, apart from bitterness.
I just shook my head at her. "So then it would seem that we both are at fault."
"True," agreed Kira as she held up a somewhat closed hand, almost as if she were clasping something round and spherical showing it to me. However, as the hand rose up, once she could see me between her finger, she suddenly unfolded her fingers as if to be reaching out to me, and then pulling me towards her. Her hand closed into a fist. "It's Final Judgement, Sakuuya. Come, come with me now and help me to cleanse this world of all who are unworthy, or all who have sinned. Together, we can make this world our own."
Again, a shake of my head. "No, Kira..Us being here, means that this world is dyring. It means that this world will be destroyed. Whatever sins this earth had ever committed have finally decided to catch up with them. There will be a cleansing, Kira, of fire and darkness, of life and light..This. Is. The. End." I heavily emphasized on the last.
Kira glared at me, and then pulled her hand in against herself. As an anger as pure, and as consuming as I have ever seen blazed alive in her crimson eyes. I heard her growl, and then she yelled, "Fine then. You've made your choice."
The darkness surrounding me grew darker, and was assimulated by Kira, and the candlelight flared to life again. She was taking all fire and darkness around her into herself preparing for an all out assault. With an angry flash in her eyes, she leapt back, her wings appearing in a burst of black coruscation. And by now I could see her power reflected in her eyes. They had changed to solid pools of blazing blood. She leapt at me, and I barely had enough time to dodge, summoning to my own hand a sword identicle to the one that Kira beheld in her hands. Only mine was silver and gold with angel wings forming at the hilt, and her's was a much darker metal, with the residue of what I presumed was the blood of her victims, and at the hilt of her's was formed twin black demon wings.
When she realized what I had done, she lunged again, as again I dodged. There were a few more futile attempts on her end, and we both landed. My own wings now jutting from my shoulders. We stood facing each other as suddenly both of us began to glow with the light of our more prominent elements (light, and darkness). Both of our attires changed, mine to that of a battle priest's, and her's to that of a demonic enchantress or seductress. She looked at me, and her eyes flashed with her dark power.
"I can't believe that it has come down to this, Kira.." I said, a strange tone stealing away my voice. "I know there was no other way, but I just can't believe that it's happening in this way..I don't want to hurt anyone..But, I know that this has got to be done. I just wish that there had been some other way.." I said mournfully as with that I leapt at her, and as she saw me coming towards her she countered, we collided and parted, collided and parted, and this went on for about fifteen minutes. We both suffered cuts and bruises from the other, and as we stood once more opposite to one another, and yet face to face Kira delievered her final line, and lunged, I responded, and both swords pierced the other.
We remained suspended in the air for a split second, and just as I tore my gaze away from Kira to hide the tears that I had been sheading, I happened to look down below us and saw a strange old woman dressed in a grungy grey robe. She bumbled into the room, and placed some round spherical object at the center of the room, as in the next moment the orb had combusted, shattering the sphere divided into two, one part a pale crystal blue, and the other half a pure, deep red. An when the item broke there was a huge eruption of light that parted Kira, and I throwing us into complete opposite ends of the chamber. Shards the the first half were sprinkled across my body, and parts of the second half littered Kira.
I made an attempt to sit up and gasped as the pain inflicted from Kira's blade shot all throughout my body. I doubled over for a moment, before lifting my face up from the ground to look at my fallen friend. She was leaning against the contrary part of the chapel. My eyes were rimmed with tears and a few fell from my eyes. I reached out with a trembling hand towards Kira who just looked at it, and then turned her gaze away, and I fell back to the ground my eyes closing as pain and darkness consumed me; I drew my last breath feeling at the same instant, Himitsu doing the same..
"Sa..sayonara..." I cooed to the darkness, and then was lost.
A brilliant bright luminescence erupted from the church, the light piercing through the top part of the cathedral, and impelling itself into the bloodred moon. As soon, everything everywhere was dyring, and fading away. All colors faded away, and into a dismal grey. Plants, and animals alike drew their final breathes along with their human counterparts as the world befell to its inevitable destruction and death. All was silent, all was still. The light passed through the ozone layer, and into space, completely consuming the earth. But after that once it died away, space reflected on a ghostly grayish-green earth, consumed by the Spiritual plain, or--ghost world. Everything and everyone was dead..And the earth fell strangely silent.
No more words need be said, for I seem unable to even grasp enough strength to speak them. Now do you see the high cost of your lifestyle? With a final clash between light and darkness this world ends...
~Phase Three Completed-
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