Seconds, minutes, hours, days, years and an eon I have stayed in the ground. Beneath the skies and the land that bled, I lied endlessly with nothing but a promise by an enemy. The grass crawled over me, the land piled on top of me and the world played a scene worth an eon in front of me.
The corpses I laid with has long been decayed, bones being the mark left on their remnant. These scenes played on my mind. Am I not the person that I thought I knew? Am I not the person who I am?
These memories feel really foreign, but they feel old. Tears ran down my face as I came face to face with the devil that claimed to have own me. Everywhere I looked, it was pitch black and yet I can see the devil that made me question my existence. Its fangs were very long, it had red bloody eyes and had scales that looked like they could slash you any moment, it looked like our strongest vaxio could not even stand near to this.
