It was a dark and prospecting day. Throughout the house, could be heard the sounds of an eerie footsteps. A bolt of thunderous lightning brightly lit up the serene room and where the hammering of the rain droned out the sorrowful crying of a mother and a daughter.

"RUN! Take him, and I'll take her." A man said in his late 30s yelled as he grabbed the child had a sinful black hair and thats its height could only reach his knees.

Clutching the child's pitiful hands, he bolted across the room, almost dragging him along as he too whimpered and questioned what was happening.

"What's going on?" He asked as a burning sensation occurred in the soles of his shoes. His demeanor could only reflect the somber attitude as all of a sudden the house rattled as if something had hit it.

A quick flash of pink light was all it took for hexagon like barrier that surrounded house, shattered into pieces.

"Nothing, just don't look back." The father said glancing back to see the mother pacing the other way, carrying an infant— his younger sister.

Her eyes was lined with a crystal trace as it bawled its tiny lungs out. He smiled and then frowned, seeing the sight and in his head, he thought of the loving memories of time and joy.

Another tremor of the house shook the house to its core as a booming female voice ran out before them.

He knew that time was quickly running short.

"We the 15th District, command all awakaners to surrender without a fight. Don't draw this out. " Her voice demeaned with a great angst but the father only gave took the words with spite— and ignored it.

Shit. Shit. Shit. There already here. He thought.

And suddenly, the father's hand glowed a deep red as something opened from thin air.

His hand trembled as a red rift that began to peel back from time and space itself.

A seemingly clandestine rift of space. And with that, the father gave one loving hug towards the confused and estranged kid, before shoving the poor child into the rift. All as cries of confusion and despairing dread fled from the air.

"I love you," he said before shutting the rift and while the horrific drumming of rain continued on with a doubt.

He sighed for a moment or two, before racing towards the direction that the mother (wife) ran in. He thought of his last memories, the ones that took up a vastness of his life, the ones about his youth and even the time he spent the hour with earnest ticking. But even so, it was the only thing that kept him motivated— even until the end. He wanted to save her even if it sacrificed his life.

A crash.

A pink spear.

And the world that seem to slip away from the man's eyes as his vision blurred. His back ached as the floor beneath him split, the floorboards split as if it was pierced. Falling from the third to the first floor where he slammed into the ground as the 15th district troops awaited him down below.

A lady like figure stood above him as her pink hair drenched in blood and sweat. He could almost distinctively see her pale lemonade like eyes.

She looked the other way and yelled something out loud to the stationed troops around them. The cold, the wind and the ghastly rain had already deeply seeped into his bones, as the mud sloshed around with the heavy rain almost became too overbearing.

In response towards the meaningful words, men in armor followed through, even as the rain poured down them, murmuring about all of the tales of slumber, and sorrow. Half of them split while marching towards the rest of the decaying building, as the other rest readied in formation.

They clasped there spears that they held, its tip coated with a brilliant aura, readying as they maneuvered it comfortably before there hands. And shot it— aiming right at the building.

Strings of white energy fluttered out of the trail of aura as shot through the air. And in a seconds notice, a series of loud explosions erupted from the terrain and in from the building.

The father could only scream as he mustered all of his strength, his body ached, tired and worn. However, with the plummeting last drop of mana he had saved left, a red orb of energy erupted from out of the space and out into the woman— as she had been hit. As shards and spikes of red mana flew into the air, majestic it was the scene when the red orb burst from where the woman stood and skewered her body where the red mana grew.

"Kughh" she muttered as she desperately clasped her chest as it began to bleed uncontrollably. Falling to her knees her, the spear she clasped so strongly fell towards the ground. Rolling down the terrain before it lurched upwards as it hit fallen debris.

"Don't do this. You could have easily made out of this battle alive. What you have just done will a never ending spiral after you." She muttered as even her mana that she tried so desperately to maintain began to flood away.

"I have already lost my pride and belief in the awakened could stand upright. If I should die, then so be it." The father called back as bolted towards the guards at full speed, the sight made the father at ease, as he had taken down the most valiant chest piece on the battlefield.

And in seconds, his hands glowed a crimson red once a more before, he used his hands as blades and swung them against the troops heads. In a moment, did he disappear again and do towards the rest all whilst there was chaos descending from the heavens, in hell and in the land between.

The guards who cried out in misery swung there spears all around but to no avail as the rain continued to mix with the blood that seeped out ever wound. More and more fell to a ragged cadavers on the ground.

A orb of fire shot out at the father who dodged it before it could land a blow. And in a minute or two, the fight was over. The man had taken care of everyone.

But it was not over. He was lamentably aware that more had arrived. A man who wore a cape in red and had his crossbow ready and notched. A woman who's hair fluttered in the pale night sky, had her sword ready and clasped.

He was already standing on a sea of corpses, watching dutifully at people who stared back and on the amassing body of cadavers and blood did he finally learnt of his wife. She was dead.

Turning back on the army who held there complacentness at a stop, he mourned there deaths in an evergrowing solace.

Even the little bundle of life had its own snatched away in a second. He couldn't cry or nor speak at the sight, as he stood in silence, watching and pitifully murmuring at the sight.

He couldn't stand at that sight, so he raised his red crimson hands once again.

He whispered, "My sorry my dear, Arius."

In a move that signified a ready battle for all of the people who tried to take his life, but it never came.

Because his own ability—

Took his own life.

All whilst the hollowing winds blew hoarsely through the night. The somber rain fell as at hallow's time, the troops that gathered around to take there life, moved on towards the next target. Not stopping until everything was complete. The wheel that stopped began to pick up its pace, as a sea of corpses followed the district who committed the massacre.

And lightning continued to flash, all whilst the stricken clouds grew even grimmer and the rain that fell became even more sharper.

Like swords and rain, did the night ever grow dimmer.

And then the next day came.

And like timed, a rift opened once again.

And letting out the only survivor of the massacre. The son of the father.