The Birth Of Mankind's End
(30th August 1943)
< World War 2>
The sound of gunshots and artillery bombs exploding rang out around the area which was a battlefield littered in the blood of the innocents and the corpse of soldiers.
The screams, cries and despair was emanating so loudly around the battlefield as lives were lost and properties were destroyed the grim truth of the situation became obvious to all who bore witness to it.
This was a War yes a Great War to be exact were the lives of hundreds of thousands were simply annihilated nearly on numerous basis.
The orchestra of this war watched in delightful glee as the conflict between the allies forces continued on with unrefined force, truly the soul of countless people were reaped due to the insanity of a singular man— No— Beast.
The field for battle now painted in scarlet blood and the crimson hue of the moon shone with maddening illumination, the treacherous Wales of crying souls couldn't be heard but felt all around the battlefield.
But then it happened.
Nobody knew what sort of supernatural event was occuring but the name given to it was simply clear among them
'Armagedon'
A petite looking girl appeared on the battlefield her appearance could deceive even the most hardened of men to fall for her innocent visage, her blood red hair flowed elegantly in the wind accustomed with the crimson presence of the moonlight that made her image look dreadful and terrifying.
Her soft smile didn't leave a form of ease but only a pressure of horror and fear the soldiers on the battlefront stared at the girl who began singing an unholy song with a cheerful demeanor.
"The smell of murder rejoices in the air~"
"The reign of sorrow forces the mind to despair~"
"Oh Cursed Lord, what a wonderful gift as been given upon this your daughter~"
"May your glory always permeate in this world~,Amen!!".
The song of the maiden was incomprehensible and those listening to it shivered at the sheer madness that were emitting from the body of the petite little girl.
But before any words of dispute was raised upon this girl, hundreds of soldiers died as there own shadow burst forth and ripped them to shred before they could even mentally comprehend.
The only thing that was caught by just a single soldier was the strange revealing cloth this girl seemed to were along with the markings of Bishop I written upon her exposed back before the same soldier got shredded by his shadow.
The children,adults,wives and others panicked at this phenomenon each of them shouting in confusion and absolute fear at the witch who massacred an army of hundreds of men.
On the other side of the vast battlefield the disbelieving cries of numerous soldiers could be heard.
"Impossible!"
"Monster, Monster!!"
"Silver Devil!!!".
All this cries were shouted out at the sight of a beautiful maiden like woman who bore elegant like silvery white hair that held a moonlight glow to it, this woman of bountiful figure swayed and moved her body in complex manners and with the aid of her blade she slashes apart multiple tank shells and bullets shot her way.
Unlike the innocent witch this maiden appearance invoked a passion within the soldiers that equalled there fear her sensual like grace was engraved within the corners of there frail minds.
Even after she had swiftly beheaded the battalion of men in her way to there last breath there only thoughts were filled with her captivating image.
Throughout the massacre though the silver haired maiden held a grim and pained expression that was held together by her emotionless mask with a sigh she tore to shred the rest of the opposers in her way. Knight I that was what was seen on her cloth similar to those of the witch.
In the final section of the battlefield a man with raven black hair was annihilating the entire forces of artillery tanks and weapons without a single point of effort on his part.
His black military cloths that were similar to those of the soldiers held a solemn appeal to it as the man gazed at the soldiers with his abyss black eyes, a slight unnoticeable dissatisfaction sneered his face with his shadowed eyes filled with bags and his uncaring visage this made for a terrifying feeling of despair settle amongst the soldiers
The man performed a casual action of punching the ground below him which in exchange caused the earth to split apart and devour the mass of soldiers in his vicinity.
Another sigh of annoyance could be heard from the man as a weight of death pressed forth on all the living entities in the area.
"....Life... Is simply fickle."
Those words uttered told the soldiers all that they needed to know as the embrace of Death came in faster than a thief in the night such a supernatural action could only be done by someone of unnatural origins like him.
The three abnormal beasts gathered together as they stared down at the remaining inhabitants of the war they began to discuss amongst each other.
"Aah... What a wonderful sight isn't it?, Our long awaited display as begun will the world collapse or survive what an Illustrious mystery" The petite girl sang out in insanity as her smile curved to unnatural length.
"Could you please shut your insane drabbles I am in no mood to hear you utter anymore nonsensical words Salem" The silver maiden says strictly in a displeased tone at the witch.
"Oh?, Do you still hold pity for these low lives dear Brunhilde or should I call you princess?" The witch says in a mocking tone to the maiden as she giggled in Glee at the sight of the golden eyes of the beautiful maiden.
".....Anyways, our lord is about to commence his divine judgement let all the masses of this city no this entire world will receive his merciful blessings." As soon as those words were uttered by the captivating demonspawn the remaining survivors of the massacre looked up in nervousness and fear as an illuminating glow was seen floating in the very sky above.
All the people looked at the beautiful man in the air who had a blonde mane that flowed directly with the movement of the wind his piercing crimson eyes which excluded any hint of hatred glittered in divine light.
His ears held a slight point to it as his teeth held the sharpness of a guillotine his very laugh seemingly melded into the very space around the city distorting the area around.the people looked in awe at this otherworldly being who was akin to a God in flesh.
'Oh how wrong they were'
His very voice held arcane might to it as the soul of the dead and the spirit of the living were grasped by its properties and then he spoke
"The world is truly one of carnage and agony everyone of you are trapped in the failed attempt of a strive for perfection. All your fate as been decided even before you were all brought forth into this world isn't that just hell to know that you're accomplishment were never yours and didn't matter well that is why I am here, I will End this world of deceit and lies and bring about a new Beginning so all that want to be free stretch forward your existence unto me The Devil who will take you to true Paradise!".
The insane ramble of the demonic man held some sort of weight to it besides the fact that it was very persuasive it was certain that still even if he was saying gibberish a thousand men would still fall for his tricks after all no mere man could ever resist the Devil himself in full form.
The masses of people in an hypnotized manner all committed suicide each in different manners from shoving rocks into there skulls to setting themselves ablaze even to the point of mutilating themselves it was gruesome indeed but it held some sort of horrifying beauty to it but truly they had all collectively decided to put there last will to The King Of Strife himself they sold there soul to the antithesis of God just to satisfy there wishes.
The soul's of the dead and living were taken into the embrace of the man of golden light as the devil smile permeated in the air the world had witnessed the true birth of one of its fated ones The Devil had risen.
That was the simple horrifying and undeniable truth.
Along the now lifeless battlefield was a lone figure whose existence seemed to be layered in a veil of higher dimensional complexity this figure wore a rag dress around his body as the only discernable Aspect to him was his overbearing smile that seemed to synchronize with that of the Devil.
This was the day were Humanities greatest disaster was born in the ashes of World War 2.