The abyss, is a place in the afterlife where the damnable seeks warmth through killing just for the temporary abatement the blood gives to cure their crippling cold.

These abhorred and loatheful beings were once the dreaded men of history, criminals and alike.

But at times, even the most holy of men are put here, accident or not, fate has decided to give them not the promise of paradise but a place of hell, pitiful beings they are.

This is the story of such men struggling against their ill fate.

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Showing on the horizon was not the sun, but a cold void, faceless and dark.

" A sword and shield, huh."

Amidst the ever expanding view of an eerily dying forest, is a lone standing figure, sorrounded by corpses and the fissured soil.

"I guess these dogs were known for being craven at the battlefield, heh?"

"How lucky"

The figure revealed a boy, about in his sixteenth age.

The boy swept his ill gotten gains inside his large bag on his back, and kept the sword in-between his belt and pants.

"In a place where killing is the only purpose, void of hunger and thirst"

"It sure is a convenient place for the mad"

The boy spoke as his breathe left a cold mist.

Whistling~

Between the melody of such tranquilizing whistle, is a boy cutting the limbs of the corpses.

After cutting the hand of the lifeless, the boy proceeded to take out a jar, in which he poured the leaking pale of blood.

A few hours later of cutting limbs and storing their liquids.

"Guess, I get to live to see another few days, huh?"

With slow spoken words, the boy was now back on the broken trails these abandoned ruins of the forest has to offer.

Behind him were limbless and dried corpses, there wasn't any pungent smell nor flies lingering, for the abyss does not allow such convenience.

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"Managed to live another day"

The boy was now lying atop a bear's imperfectly skinned fur, under the ruins where rocks gather and formed together to provide security from the rain, is the settings he stayed.

"Not like it excites me"

The boy stared between the crevices of the clogged rocks where he was staying at, but even though his situation was dire, he was smiling.

"Someday I'll conquer these damned place"

"And meet my dreams that I've failed before"

With stretched hand, he looked between his fingers and into the endless void.

The time went by between howls of death and the cold silence.