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It was a cold and windy night
Bodies of the recently deceased lay scattered left and right in large groups
Tidal waves of blood drowned the earth beneath me, the atmosphere poisoned with the stench of bitter iron and rotten flesh
Explosions and screams sung unto the night sky and burned into my head, echoes rippling mockingly through my mind
"Help!" they shouted. "It's coming, it's coming!" They panicked.
My vision was blurry, leaving me only to perceive humanoid figures, allies maybe, being flung or tossed asunder by oddly shaped tendrils and branches of the Demon Tree.
Some tried to escape, most gave up hope, dropping to their knees as if to raise their white flags. All meeting the same fate.
And the ironic part? This is the so-called ideal of Peace.
But what they never understood was that peace could never be achieved in Hell. And this was just that, this was Hell.
I was standing in Hell, amongst Demon Trees and Giant Beasts who seemed to shoot Death from their mouths.
Amongst scandals and old revelations that included not I, but I amongst all my brethren were drawn into war as inevitably as our deaths were drawn from our last dying breaths.
And for the sake of our pride and the lives of our loved ones, we fought. Oh, we fought.
We fought for hours on end, and even when our own were slaughtered or tossed asunder like rag dolls did we stay courageous and persistent.
Or at least the others did.
But I?
I was only human.
I had in mind that I wasn't designed to face this kind of pressure or conquer this kind of fear.
I was only human, only man fighting amongst gods.
And against all odds I managed to survive as long as I did, I kid you not, I had my moments.
When I thought we would win.
When I thought that next to the others we could do anything together, but the others are gone.
and I?
I was wrong.
This was the mark of the end, one that finished before it could begin, and as I extend my tired hand towards the red moon as if to reach out for gods helping hand, I was met with only the cold, murderous branch of the Demon Tree.
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