A world full of darkness.
All around there was only destruction and chaos.
A trail of dead bodies, mangled flesh, fresh blood, and an air of unending despondency. This could be hell.
"N-no…" A voice leaked out of this abyss.
It was of a young man.
He had dark hair, and his bangs covered his pure black eyes as he kneeled. There was a woman on his lap, and he emptily stared at her while repeating his earlier words.
"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO! NO!! NOOO!!!"
The crimson-haired woman was dyed in blood, left for dead.
The black-haired man seemed to have fallen into complete despair.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… I—"
A hulking figure began to move in the distance. It was the very epitome of chaos, and it was bringing the world to ruin.
The being ignored the man, and the man ignored it as well.
While one grievously mourned, the other relished in the destruction it wrought.
