The hives emanated screams of terror and anguish. Painful screeches which pierced the Slayers ears.
Yet with each scream that their auditory senses heard, they only seemed to feel more into it.
For as long as they could remember, Angels have always been nothing more but harbingers of death towards humanity. Mankind had always been one step behind, being driven back to barriers powered by magic and sorcery just to ensure their species' survival.
It was not a life that any single boy, man, girl, nor woman would ever dream to have from the day they were brought into this hell hole of a world till the day they were to die.
But sadly, they had no choice. To live as though they were nothing more but insects ready to be stepped on and for a reason they did not even know was their only way of life.
Niflheim was their only sanctum. The humiliation of being kept inside these barriers was demeaning and a blow to the gut of mankind.
